Opening his eyes like this was not what Ardyn expected: even though he did not plan to stay a ghost for long (surely there would be death mages he could trick into resurrecting him), this is far sooner than anything he could have planned. The feeling of a mortal body is now strangely uncomfortable, the weight of it, the dizziness after waking, even the feel of cloth against his body. It's... strange. And there is a scent...
Sylleblossoms. Why? How?
Suddenly, his thoughts coalesce into remembrance and understanding. Somnus. Somnus! Somnus, alive once more somehow, bringing him back, meddling again! White-hot fury floods Ardyn's mind, so strong this time that he can't move, can't even speak with the tension of it; it feels like his entire body is filled with acid. But there is a difference between this and the way he usually feels; for some reason, right now there is a feeling of... frustration.
Though in reality barely a few moments pass, Ardyn feels as though his thoughts fall into place like neat little bricks, step by step. Somnus is alive: that means he found someone to revive him. It's unlikely, but not impossible for Somnus to have made some manner of friends here. Somnus knows that it was Ardyn who opened the gates to the Underworld. Ardyn himself is alive now. The price of a resurrection is another life.
He's alive now. By his brother's hand, by the hand of someone Ardyn took some pleasure in killing, even if it did not bring him quite the satisfaction he'd hoped to find, did not fill the yawning void within him. It makes no sense. No, it makes no sense, none of it, none at all.
Ardyn clenches his fists at hearing Somnus's voice until his knuckles are white, resolutely staring at the ceiling only. There are many things he could say in reply, mocking and disdainful. But the anger and frustration are so deep that Ardyn does not even find the strength to hide behind his usual theatrics.
"What," he manages to hiss through gritted teeth, "is wrong with you?"
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Sylleblossoms. Why? How?
Suddenly, his thoughts coalesce into remembrance and understanding. Somnus. Somnus! Somnus, alive once more somehow, bringing him back, meddling again! White-hot fury floods Ardyn's mind, so strong this time that he can't move, can't even speak with the tension of it; it feels like his entire body is filled with acid. But there is a difference between this and the way he usually feels; for some reason, right now there is a feeling of... frustration.
Though in reality barely a few moments pass, Ardyn feels as though his thoughts fall into place like neat little bricks, step by step. Somnus is alive: that means he found someone to revive him. It's unlikely, but not impossible for Somnus to have made some manner of friends here. Somnus knows that it was Ardyn who opened the gates to the Underworld. Ardyn himself is alive now. The price of a resurrection is another life.
He's alive now. By his brother's hand, by the hand of someone Ardyn took some pleasure in killing, even if it did not bring him quite the satisfaction he'd hoped to find, did not fill the yawning void within him. It makes no sense. No, it makes no sense, none of it, none at all.
Ardyn clenches his fists at hearing Somnus's voice until his knuckles are white, resolutely staring at the ceiling only. There are many things he could say in reply, mocking and disdainful. But the anger and frustration are so deep that Ardyn does not even find the strength to hide behind his usual theatrics.
"What," he manages to hiss through gritted teeth, "is wrong with you?"