imperfectalias:

“While your time is borrowed,” Ardyn said.

“Stolen,” Luna said. “If the gods are playing games with us, then I refuse to play along. So go on, Uncle.” She gave him her best royal smile, all dimples and crinkled eyes. “Tell me a story.” – Triumph of the Fallen by @faewritesthings

I really liked the mental image of the two of them in Altissia in chapter 3 – I really enjoy watching them tolerate one another as Luna tries to defy fate and Ardyn is along to laugh at her failure.

And of course I pick the one angle of Ardyn that you never see without the coat – so let’s just call this creative liberty and leave it at that. it’s 2:30am in my corner of the world and I’m surprised I’m making coherent sentences–