#areapermostcapricious

A finished sketch commission that was lined as an apology for its completion taking so long. Made with love for a writing partner, the lovely @/areapermostcapricious for two bastards who surprisingly make a great pair.

Continued from here

For a moment there was no response, but, eventually, the sound of footsteps could be heard from inside. Soon after, the door creaked open.

Warm light flooded out against the cold hues of Kuja’s outfit. From within the dim glow stood a figure - a young man clothed in a worn apron, wild red hair pushed up by a headband that obscured half of his face.

He regarded Kuja from behind the dark fabric. Then, his head tilting as his gaze moved down to the torn garment-

The neutral line of his mouth pulled into a frown.

@areapermostcapricious | sc.

it's a small daemon- not many people seem to realize this, do they? tonberries come out at night, and for as endearing as they look, he knows they can cause quite a bit of havoc.

› anyone else would be an idiot to try to approach one.

but, ardyn isn't simply anyone. for as often as he declared himself of no consequence, it was because of him that daemons roamed so freely- be they large or small. he has earned his title as king of daemons.

› the tonberry is watching carefully.

tonberries are ambush predators. they never travel alone, and he knows exactly how this will end- because ardyn is not a man of no consequence.

all daemons begin somewhere- many made from the sins of beings already living, or the sorrows that a soul cannot contain. the small, sharp blades cut against his legs, and each one is a strike of grief and anger. childish actions for childish things.

children, he knows, do not understand the concept of sin. they must come into their actions and learn right from wrong. but adults? adults become aware, and the truth remains that empathy fails to blossom in many.

where there are tonberries, there are larger daemons, and for everything that he has become, it makes his skin crawl to think of punishing a child for the sins of an adult.

( he wonders where the bigger daemon is. he wonders how noctis is faring within the crystal. he will not punish children for the sins of adults.

It wasn’t that he didn’t see something there.  He just didn’t know it was a someone, since there was a weird... glowy light or reflection or something, maybe, momentarily was distracted maybe but whatever it was--

The point was, he totally saw what he should have avoided and tripped over it anyway, which he hoped wasn’t that big of a deal because he was alone at the time, but he was going to feel the shame of being a royal retinue badass and experienced hunter and still... very much himself.  And tripping over things.  People.

If You Give a Cloud some Candy.... || Accepting 

@areapermostcapricious​​ asked:

🍭 Feeling generous, he offers his companion one tasty little cube of caramel, made by the finest of confectioners in all of Gaia. Enjoy, little cloud.

Oooh he’s never seen such a thing before. It is a small orange-ish brown little cube and it absolutely smells of sugar.   “I - I can have this?” He sounds with his mouth forming a small circle as he speaks.  “Ah, well Thank You then.”  

Nimble fingers pop the small object into his mouth and his lips stretch out to each side of his face as he chews. It’s sweet but in a different sort of way from anything he’s ever tasted before. It’s creamy in a strange way he wasn’t expecting and there is a soft flavor in the back of it that he finds himself wanting more of.