Then he knows it, he must know it, that man that he once was, that was there, and perhaps still is, because he can't be gone, or so the infuriated, frustrated, and frantic state of Somnus' mind attempts to argue. Because his brother is stronger than this, his brother was always stronger than this, stronger than Somnus who had so quickly succumbed to the blight while Ardyn lasted millennia, stronger than Somnus who could not heal, stronger than others who would deceive and use others' good nature for their own purposes-- because his brother was strong enough to show mercy, to stay his hand, to reach for others' hands in their most terrified moments. Because Ardyn is angered, he too is hurt, so it must mean, it must, that he is there, somewhere, that Somnus didn't manage to kill him (he did, he did), but not entirely, somehow, a part of him must have survived--
That would be Ardyn's hand at the front of his robes, hoisting him up and towards him. Somnus feet drag on the ground as his hands whip out from beneath his cloak, placing them on either side of his brother's forearm. A sound of struggle breaks between his clenched teeth, nostrils flaring with the twist anger and of desperation for air.
And then he attempts to hook punch Ardyn beneath his jaw. ]
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Then he knows it, he must know it, that man that he once was, that was there, and perhaps still is, because he can't be gone, or so the infuriated, frustrated, and frantic state of Somnus' mind attempts to argue. Because his brother is stronger than this, his brother was always stronger than this, stronger than Somnus who had so quickly succumbed to the blight while Ardyn lasted millennia, stronger than Somnus who could not heal, stronger than others who would deceive and use others' good nature for their own purposes-- because his brother was strong enough to show mercy, to stay his hand, to reach for others' hands in their most terrified moments. Because Ardyn is angered, he too is hurt, so it must mean, it must, that he is there, somewhere, that Somnus didn't manage to kill him (he did, he did), but not entirely, somehow, a part of him must have survived--
That would be Ardyn's hand at the front of his robes, hoisting him up and towards him. Somnus feet drag on the ground as his hands whip out from beneath his cloak, placing them on either side of his brother's forearm. A sound of struggle breaks between his clenched teeth, nostrils flaring with the twist anger and of desperation for air.
And then he attempts to hook punch Ardyn beneath his jaw. ]