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I had this…idea….the idea is that jean is covering the insomnian red carpet with dino or someone. the king is there, the prince is there, prompto is there as noctis’ plus one, all the nobles and people are there.
and jean is there with his camera snapping shots of the outfits. and its normal.
and then a barrier separates him from his reporter buddies. and gilgamesh appears. jean dodges just in time to avoid being sliced in half.
his camera isn’t so lucky.
the area has gone chaotic, people are being evacuated, the glaive and crownsguard are surrounding the barrier and cor is in front of the king and clarus because cor-
cor recognizes the blademaster. but gilgamesh isn’t paying attention to cor, instead the blademasters attention is solely on what seems to be a very pissed off reporter.
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“Once upon a time, there were two brothers, and the older was a king.” Jean’s voice is flat and to the point.
In other circumstances, this tale would be - significantly different. Oh, the content would be the same, but he’d spin a more elaborate story, full of teasing details and taunting truths. But right now? Jean is pissed off.
He’s angry. At Gilgamesh, at this whole bloody evening, at the way it’s taking everything he can muster to stand without crumbling into a tiny heap and screaming at the pain racking through each muscle and joint. He’s infuriated at the way Regis and the whole bloody High Council of Lucis are staring at him.
(He can’t look at the Glaive contingent. He can’t bear to see Nyx’s face.)
“The older brother was the First King of Lucis, and Gilgamesh Amicitia was his sworn Shield. Except when the First King’s younger brother launched a coup and stole his crown, the Blademaster sided with the usurper who erased his brother’s name from the history books and took the credit for everything he’d ever done.”
Jean felt his face twist in a sneer. “But a Shield lives as long as his king does, and when the First King was cursed with immortality by the Astrals because he actually tried to find another option then suicide, the sword-ghost was trapped on Eos. May his spirit stay under the Crag and trouble us not.” The last few words are a hiss as the purple-haired man glared at the sky.
“Two thousand years, and I wonder if he’s ever even considered that he might have done the wrong thing when he betrayed his friend. Father deserved better.”
When Jean is finished, when the story is done spins on his heel and heads toward the door without looking back. He can’t bear to see the faces of his friends so he doesn’t look at the Glaives as he walks by them. Doesn’t look at them until someone reaches out and grasps his arm.
Jean stills, and tilts his head upward to look Drautos in the eye.
“I suggest,” Jean says, “That you let me go.”
“The King would like to speak to you.”
“What the King wants is none of my concern,” Jean says, “I need not listen to the words of a traitor’s son.” Jean could warp out of there, but the thought of warping to his father exhausts him. He had used so much magic during his fight with Gilgamesh that he doesn’t know if he could warp without being in more pain than he already is.
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ardyn has a son au ▸ mannn i can just see regis and clarus being; shocked; to say the least; and they want to know more ▸ they want to know what actually happened; if jean is telling the truth; they want to know their side of the story ▸ and neither ardyn nor jean are in the mood to explain ▸ jean is in pain; bone deep sharp pain ▸ and ardyn just wants to make sure that his son is okay ▸ nyx hasn’t broken parade rest; but he couldn’t keep his eyes off jean as jean told the story ▸ as the wounds on jean; wounds that should have been fatal; disappeared; healed themselves ▸ nyx is an Emotion at the moment ▸ as is crowe ▸ crowe wants to run up to jean and demand answers demand explainations
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Regis isn’t Jean’s king. That distinction belongs solely to the man standing beside him - Ardyn is the only individual, in this life or any other, that Jean would accept as his monarch. It makes it - easier, to ignore the gawping faces of the Insomnians, how even now members of the armed forces are slowly creeping into position.
“Shiva, Bahamut, or Somnus.” Jean doesn’t pay the rest of the hall any mind as he speaks to his father. “The Blademaster hasn’t left the Crag since he died, and only those three could compel his obedience. The grinding ice likes playing games, but the flying lizard uses people as pawns, and the Mystic might be petty enough to try.” He snorts. There’s something fractionally lighter in the curl of his father’s lips, and Jean presses on, emboldened.
Ardyn always likes it when Jean manages to solve a puzzle, to unpick the corners and fine details and lay his analyses at his father’s feet. “Assuming that they possess a modicum of sense, the goal would have to be the complete and utter demolition of our private lives and identities.” The younger man’s voice is merciless as he unravels the web. “Gilgamesh would only have been able to kill me.“ Left unsaid was the understanding that it wouldn’t have resulted in a permanent death.
There is a hand on his shoulder, comfort and support and pride in one, and Jean leans into his father like a flower leans towards the sun. “It was probably aimed at me.” Jean admits softly. “I had more to lose. I had a life here. I liked my life here. I liked - taking photos and writing articles. Visiting libraries. Reading books. I had friends.” Past tense. He’s not sentimental enough to think that friendship, even that which lingered on the edge of being something more, can persist in the face of such revelations.
Jean, after all, is entirely monstrous.
It will probably be Niflheim, from now on. The King and Council know his identity, and they will not let him be. Tenebrae is boring, and Accordio - well. Accordio is a possibility. Accordio or Niflheim. If it’s Niflheim, though - “Can I kill the Emperor the next time he insults you?”
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sparklecryptid:
hamelin-born:
sparklecryptid:
I had this…idea….the idea is that jean is covering the insomnian red carpet with dino or someone. the king is there, the prince is there, prompto is there as noctis’ plus one, all the nobles and people are there.
and jean is there with his camera snapping shots of the outfits. and its normal.
and then a barrier separates him from his reporter buddies. and gilgamesh appears. jean dodges just in time to avoid being sliced in half.
his camera isn’t so lucky.
the area has gone chaotic, people are being evacuated, the glaive and crownsguard are surrounding the barrier and cor is in front of the king and clarus because cor-
cor recognizes the blademaster. but gilgamesh isn’t paying attention to cor, instead the blademasters attention is solely on what seems to be a very pissed off reporter.
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@sparklecryptid @theotherguysride
“Once upon a time, there were two brothers, and the older was a king.” Jean’s voice is flat and to the point.
In other circumstances, this tale would be - significantly different. Oh, the content would be the same, but he’d spin a more elaborate story, full of teasing details and taunting truths. But right now? Jean is pissed off.
He’s angry. At Gilgamesh, at this whole bloody evening, at the way it’s taking everything he can muster to stand without crumbling into a tiny heap and screaming at the pain racking through each muscle and joint. He’s infuriated at the way Regis and the whole bloody High Council of Lucis are staring at him.
(He can’t look at the Glaive contingent. He can’t bear to see Nyx’s face.)
“The older brother was the First King of Lucis, and Gilgamesh Amicitia was his sworn Shield. Except when the First King’s younger brother launched a coup and stole his crown, the Blademaster sided with the usurper who erased his brother’s name from the history books and took the credit for everything he’d ever done.”
Jean felt his face twist in a sneer. “But a Shield lives as long as his king does, and when the First King was cursed with immortality by the Astrals because he actually tried to find another option then suicide, the sword-ghost was trapped on Eos. May his spirit stay under the Crag and trouble us not.” The last few words are a hiss as the purple-haired man glared at the sky.
“Two thousand years, and I wonder if he’s ever even considered that he might have done the wrong thing when he betrayed his friend. Father deserved better.”
When Jean is finished, when the story is done spins on his heel and heads toward the door without looking back. He can’t bear to see the faces of his friends so he doesn’t look at the Glaives as he walks by them. Doesn’t look at them until someone reaches out and grasps his arm.
Jean stills, and tilts his head upward to look Drautos in the eye.
“I suggest,” Jean says, “That you let me go.”
“The King would like to speak to you.”
“What the King wants is none of my concern,” Jean says, “I need not listen to the words of a traitor’s son.” Jean could warp out of there, but the thought of warping to his father exhausts him. He had used so much magic during his fight with Gilgamesh that he doesn’t know if he could warp without being in more pain than he already is.
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ardyn has a son au ▸ mannn i can just see regis and clarus being; shocked; to say the least; and they want to know more ▸ they want to know what actually happened; if jean is telling the truth; they want to know their side of the story ▸ and neither ardyn nor jean are in the mood to explain ▸ jean is in pain; bone deep sharp pain ▸ and ardyn just wants to make sure that his son is okay ▸ nyx hasn’t broken parade rest; but he couldn’t keep his eyes off jean as jean told the story ▸ as the wounds on jean; wounds that should have been fatal; disappeared; healed themselves ▸ nyx is an Emotion at the moment ▸ as is crowe ▸ crowe wants to run up to jean and demand answers demand explainations
@sparklecryptid @theotherguysride
Regis isn’t Jean’s king. That distinction belongs solely to the man standing beside him - Ardyn is the only individual, in this life or any other, that Jean would accept as his monarch. It makes it - easier, to ignore the gawping faces of the Insomnians, how even now members of the armed forces are slowly creeping into position.
“Shiva, Bahamut, or Somnus.” Jean doesn’t pay the rest of the hall any mind as he speaks to his father. “The Blademaster hasn’t left the Crag since he died, and only those three could compel his obedience. The grinding ice likes playing games, but the flying lizard uses people as pawns, and the Mystic might be petty enough to try.” He snorts. There’s something fractionally lighter in the curl of his father’s lips, and Jean presses on, emboldened.
Ardyn always likes it when Jean manages to solve a puzzle, to unpick the corners and fine details and lay his analyses at his father’s feet. “Assuming that they possess a modicum of sense, the goal would have to be the complete and utter demolition of our private lives and identities.” The younger man’s voice is merciless as he unravels the web. “Gilgamesh would only have been able to kill me.“ Left unsaid was the understanding that it wouldn’t have resulted in a permanent death.
There is a hand on his shoulder, comfort and support and pride in one, and Jean leans into his father like a flower leans towards the sun. “It was probably aimed at me.” Jean admits softly. “I had more to lose. I had a life here. I liked my life here. I liked - taking photos and writing articles. Visiting libraries. Reading books. I had friends.” Past tense. He’s not sentimental enough to think that friendship, even that which lingered on the edge of being something more, can persist in the face of such revelations.
Jean, after all, is entirely monstrous.
It will probably be Niflheim, from now on. The King and Council know his identity, and they will not let him be. Tenebrae is boring, and Accordio - well. Accordio is a possibility. Accordio or Niflheim. If it’s Niflheim, though - “Can I kill the Emperor the next time he insults you?”
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