Let Ardyn think he can warp. Phasing barely counts but it's something so deeply ingrained in him that it's one of the few things left to him here. Pity, there's half a dozen things he might have preferred to pull from the armiger against this asshole but he has so few options here. Even then, the only reason Iggy's daggers are in the armiger is because they didn't dare walk into the Fae's forest with weapons that might be removed from them.
And it's that knowledge, that they are guests in what is essentially a neighboring kingdom that stays his hand now. They're not supposed to be walking around with weapons at all never mind actually attacking each other. Gods know what the Fae might consider an acceptable punishment for such violence. So Noct lets himself recoil at that implication, that Ardyn would enjoy it if he did follow through with the threat of that blade. Disgust and a hint of confusion he tries not to let through twists his features but the dagger returns to the armiger with a flash.
The temptation is still there, especially as Ardyn insists there's nothing for him to gain by lying. It makes his stomach turn, thinking that he might get more out of this bastard than his own friends, people he loves so dearly. But then there's that almost manic glint in golden eyes as he offers how much he wants Noctis to know. It hardens the prince's expression and has him huffing a breath, rolling his eyes as he leans back against the tree again, pretending for all the world that Ardyn isn't right up in his face and falling back into the familiar sullen disinterest that he's used like a shield for so much of his life.
"Tch- whatever." He's biting his tongue behind that look, torn between wanting to know and desperately not wanting to hear out a single fucking thing Ardyn has to say. Clearly Ardyn wants him to know so he can get under his skin- that seems to be all he tries to do whenever they have the misfortune of running into each other. So the best he can do is make sure he doesn't give the fucker any of the reactions he wants. Now if only he can keep his own temper in check.
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And it's that knowledge, that they are guests in what is essentially a neighboring kingdom that stays his hand now. They're not supposed to be walking around with weapons at all never mind actually attacking each other. Gods know what the Fae might consider an acceptable punishment for such violence. So Noct lets himself recoil at that implication, that Ardyn would enjoy it if he did follow through with the threat of that blade. Disgust and a hint of confusion he tries not to let through twists his features but the dagger returns to the armiger with a flash.
The temptation is still there, especially as Ardyn insists there's nothing for him to gain by lying. It makes his stomach turn, thinking that he might get more out of this bastard than his own friends, people he loves so dearly. But then there's that almost manic glint in golden eyes as he offers how much he wants Noctis to know. It hardens the prince's expression and has him huffing a breath, rolling his eyes as he leans back against the tree again, pretending for all the world that Ardyn isn't right up in his face and falling back into the familiar sullen disinterest that he's used like a shield for so much of his life.
"Tch- whatever." He's biting his tongue behind that look, torn between wanting to know and desperately not wanting to hear out a single fucking thing Ardyn has to say. Clearly Ardyn wants him to know so he can get under his skin- that seems to be all he tries to do whenever they have the misfortune of running into each other. So the best he can do is make sure he doesn't give the fucker any of the reactions he wants. Now if only he can keep his own temper in check.