[You know, there's something reassuring about having your 'big brother' around. Fynn been close with Ardyn since he was young. Maybe that's why Fynn immediately took his brother's side when the feud with the folks begun. Their parents are pretentious fops who didn't want Ardyn to live a life they didn't approve of. While he still respects their wishes, Fynn damn sure didn't like that they hurt his brother in such a manner.]
Careful! I don't want to get blood all on you.
[He warns once Ardyn grabs his wrist. Leave it to him to worry more about Ardyn's clothes than himself. Fynn really does have a slight cavalier attitude about his well-being. He always has.]
...Ardyn?
[There's a hint of surprise in his tone once he feels something warm engulf his injured hand. It's hard to describe it but Fynn could feel something warm soothing away the pain. He knows for a fact that Ardyn didn't have any medicine nearby, so what is this odd sensation about? Fynn stands there looking utterly clueless until the faint glow of Ardyn's fingers triggers a distant memory.
He seen something like this before somewhere in a memory he forgotten but it wasn't quite like this. Fynn remembers seeing a tattoo or something glowing with a similar light. It wasn't his but someone else's. Fynn doesn't quite understand what he's witnessing here but he knows for a fact it's not normal.]
You...you healed it?
[The disbelief in his tone is telling. Fynn is in shock.]
Of course not. [The reply comes unnaturally quick, automatic and without really thinking.] Such a thing isn't possible.
[Except it had happened, plain as day, right before him. A glance at Fynn's hand shows stained blood, but not flowing crimson. It's gone, and his own finger aches as if he was the one the knife had cut into.
A glance at his hand, as if it were some foreign thing now.]
It's impossible. It was a part of one of my memories, but-
[He cuts himself off. But he still didn't think this would happen.]
[Fynn stares at Ardyn curiously before glancing back down at his bloody hand. The wound is completely sealed now and without a single blemish. He peers back at his brother for a moment before reaching for the paper towels again. Wordlessly, Fynn cleans off his hands before suddenly reaching for Ardyn's to do the same.
He can't make sense of this, he can't make sense of any of this. Unlike everyone else jabbering away about their long lost memories as of late, Fynn doesn't have a single memory to recall. Well, that until he suddenly thought of that weird tattoo. Something about the way Ardyn's fingers glowed reminded him of something he seen once before. It seemed so familiar yet so strange at the same time, almost taboo. Fynn can't make sense of the flashback triggered but he knows something is wrong.]
Do you--[He trails off briefly as he tries to express his worry.] Do you think something bad going to happen?
[Ardyn allows Fynn to wipe at his hands, because the professor is still needing a moment to parse what just happened. At least the pain in his finger is slowly dissipating away, and he can begin to focus on what his little brother is asking him.]
Everyone in this city is at the whim of forces beyond their control.
[It’s said with a frown, with a seriousness that seems to be lacking Ardyn’s usual amount of flippancy.]
But whatever just happened here, nothing bad will happen to you. I won’t allow it.
[A promise that may be difficult to keep in the end. But Ardyn intends to see it through, to at least provide Fynn an outlet to vent if memories ever do make their way to him.]
Even if it means I’m the one who has to bear all the burdens of memories and strange talents.
I'm the one who should be protecting you, Ardyn. Not the other way around. I have a badge after all.
[He smiles somewhat as he turns towards the garbage. After tossing the soiled tissues away, he meanders over towards the sink to wash his hands. Fynn still has a meal to finish.]
You don't have to shoulder these burdens alone. You have me at least.
[His fingers flex as he watches his brother move away, discarding the tissues and washing his hands. Continuing preparation of the meal as if nothing had changed.
He isn't sure if he should laugh or scoff. Not at Fynn's sentiment, but rather at the ironic normalcy of the sight.]
You have enough to worry about. [With his job, with his financial situation. As if Ardyn will want to pile more on top of that.] The last thing I want is for you to stretch your attentions too thin, fretting about me.
[As if to accentuate this, he forces a positive spin on what just happened.]
Besides, we should count our blessings. I could have been granted with far worse abilities.
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Careful! I don't want to get blood all on you.
[He warns once Ardyn grabs his wrist. Leave it to him to worry more about Ardyn's clothes than himself. Fynn really does have a slight cavalier attitude about his well-being. He always has.]
...Ardyn?
[There's a hint of surprise in his tone once he feels something warm engulf his injured hand. It's hard to describe it but Fynn could feel something warm soothing away the pain. He knows for a fact that Ardyn didn't have any medicine nearby, so what is this odd sensation about? Fynn stands there looking utterly clueless until the faint glow of Ardyn's fingers triggers a distant memory.
He seen something like this before somewhere in a memory he forgotten but it wasn't quite like this. Fynn remembers seeing a tattoo or something glowing with a similar light. It wasn't his but someone else's. Fynn doesn't quite understand what he's witnessing here but he knows for a fact it's not normal.]
You...you healed it?
[The disbelief in his tone is telling. Fynn is in shock.]
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[Except it had happened, plain as day, right before him. A glance at Fynn's hand shows stained blood, but not flowing crimson. It's gone, and his own finger aches as if he was the one the knife had cut into.
A glance at his hand, as if it were some foreign thing now.]
It's impossible. It was a part of one of my memories, but-
[He cuts himself off. But he still didn't think this would happen.]
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[Fynn stares at Ardyn curiously before glancing back down at his bloody hand. The wound is completely sealed now and without a single blemish. He peers back at his brother for a moment before reaching for the paper towels again. Wordlessly, Fynn cleans off his hands before suddenly reaching for Ardyn's to do the same.
He can't make sense of this, he can't make sense of any of this. Unlike everyone else jabbering away about their long lost memories as of late, Fynn doesn't have a single memory to recall. Well, that until he suddenly thought of that weird tattoo. Something about the way Ardyn's fingers glowed reminded him of something he seen once before. It seemed so familiar yet so strange at the same time, almost taboo. Fynn can't make sense of the flashback triggered but he knows something is wrong.]
Do you--[He trails off briefly as he tries to express his worry.] Do you think something bad going to happen?
Everyone in the city seems to be losing it.
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Everyone in this city is at the whim of forces beyond their control.
[It’s said with a frown, with a seriousness that seems to be lacking Ardyn’s usual amount of flippancy.]
But whatever just happened here, nothing bad will happen to you. I won’t allow it.
[A promise that may be difficult to keep in the end. But Ardyn intends to see it through, to at least provide Fynn an outlet to vent if memories ever do make their way to him.]
Even if it means I’m the one who has to bear all the burdens of memories and strange talents.
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I'm the one who should be protecting you, Ardyn. Not the other way around. I have a badge after all.
[He smiles somewhat as he turns towards the garbage. After tossing the soiled tissues away, he meanders over towards the sink to wash his hands. Fynn still has a meal to finish.]
You don't have to shoulder these burdens alone. You have me at least.
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He isn't sure if he should laugh or scoff. Not at Fynn's sentiment, but rather at the ironic normalcy of the sight.]
You have enough to worry about. [With his job, with his financial situation. As if Ardyn will want to pile more on top of that.] The last thing I want is for you to stretch your attentions too thin, fretting about me.
[As if to accentuate this, he forces a positive spin on what just happened.]
Besides, we should count our blessings. I could have been granted with far worse abilities.