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Jean would like to say that Ardyn didn’t laugh.
Except that he did.
He spends ten minutes on the phone with Jean laughing about how Jean wound up with a cult. Then, after he’s stopped laughing, Ardyn informs Jean that if his cult gets large enough he may be able to topple an empire or two.
There is silence on the line as Jean considers it.
“Nah,” Jean says finally, “That sounds like too much work. I phoned you to ask help on getting them to disband. I don’t want a cult. It’s drawing too much attention.”
“Get a false king to denounce you,” Ardyn says dryly, “It worked for me.”
Jean makes a disgusted noise, he hangs up. Looks to the crowd outside his hotel room and finds Cor the Fucking Immortal standing with them.
“Fuck me,” Jean swears.
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Jean would like to say that Ardyn didn’t laugh.
Except that he did.
He spends ten minutes on the phone with Jean laughing about how Jean wound up with a cult. Then, after he’s stopped laughing, Ardyn informs Jean that if his cult gets large enough he may be able to topple an empire or two.
There is silence on the line as Jean considers it.
“Nah,” Jean says finally, “That sounds like too much work. I phoned you to ask help on getting them to disband. I don’t want a cult. It’s drawing too much attention.”
“Get a false king to denounce you,” Ardyn says dryly, “It worked for me.”
Jean makes a disgusted noise, he hangs up. Looks to the crowd outside his hotel room and finds Cor the Fucking Immortal standing with them.
“Fuck me,” Jean swears.
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