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Fontaine's underdog. I have my eye on you... bah, not really. But you better behave, if you don't want to end up in a... situation you'll regret. 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 || 25+ ✑ by Dromi.
This is probably highly inappropriate, but he'll take @aquarumrector.bsky.social's hand and kiss his gloved knuckles today as greeting.
Swoops @jiustitia.bsky.social in his arms and kisses him silly, just like that opera function they went to see last night.
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Ah, Neuvillette, Neuvillette. So innocent. So pure. Wriothesley is a good man, he would just simply give him what he wants. But Wriothesley is wicked, a liar and a cheat. So all he gets is another teasing kiss at the corner of his lips. "Here?" He hums, laughter in his voice.
He stared up at Wriothesley, his gaze flicking between the Duke's icy blue eyes and those lips that he'd so many times imagined against his own. His voice failed him again, so he simply tapped his fingers against his lips, conveying a very clear message.
"Gladly." He grabbed his face, making him lean back. His grip wasn't too forceful, yet it was demanding. Wriothesley hums, pleased with how pliant the hydro sovereign behaves when he's around him. "Where would you like me to place the next, Your Honor?"
The more Wriothesley spoke, the more Neuvillette's blush intensified. His cheeks were dusted pink by now, which was undoubtedly noticeable. Especially, by a man like Wriothesley. " This ... is wholly inappropriate. " he murmured, eyes widening like sauce pans when the kiss was pressed +
"Goodness, look at how pink you are." Wriothesley smirks, leaning his head to the side. His fingers may be rough against the Iudex's skin, but they are delicate in touch. "Pretty like a peach. Might just bite your cheek, just to taste how delicious you are." But what he does instead is to give »
The Iudex stared at his companion, dumbfounded. The silence stretched, until he found his voice again. " Nothing ... " It was definitely not nothing. But how could Neuvillette explain that it was the Duke himself stealing his breath away every time they were alone ?
"What could possibly take your breath away this time? Is it the cold, perhaps?" Wriothesley let a few snowflakes fall from his elemental magic, one sticking on the nose of the dragon.
" W-well ——— " His eyes widened a fraction and his breath caught in his throat, as Wriothesley gripped his chin. He opened his mouth to speak but his voice wasn't cooperating.
"Oh yeah? Staring directly at me?" Wriothesley quickly composed himself, walking up to Neuvillette to cup his chin. He could also be a tease. And a dangerous one.
Neuvillette is getting flustered as well, his pointy ears turning red, before he averts his gaze. " No. I just ... spaced out for a moment. " That's a lie.
"Ehmmm..." Woah, he's getting flustered under Neuvillette's stare. "Is there something on my face?"
Stares.
"Splendid then. It's not like you come down here quite often, so we should make the most of it..." And he should go outside more often, but old habits die hard. Wriothesley went back to his phonograph, and played the record again. Music always made conversations easier, since the silence could be »
By the time he had made it to the desk, he was leaning into it slightly. Taking a moment to himself to ease the faint ache in his knee, stepping away and turning toward the other man as he came close. Raising a brow curiously when he had moved to rest against the desk with that small smile still +
"Oh? That's quite the VIP treatment here, your Honor." He made space on his desk for Neuvillette to deposit the documents, turning his back to it and leaning on its edge to face him. "If you are so pressed about interrupting my rest, then let's do it the Duke's way. How about you take some »
The song that was playing was familiar— A tune he's certain he's heard Wriothesley play before, an ear perking up as his head tipped slightly, as he glanced between the metal of his boots then up toward the other's face peering down at him. He was hesitant, even as he returned the smile with a +
"The way you sounded so full of conviction. I've heard these words with the same exact tone on several convicts of kidnapping..." He joked, though he regretted it after talking. "uhm... it was... a joke, of course, Monsieur."
Neuvillette blinked, confused. " Of course not. What gave you that idea ? "
The sound of the phonograph could be heard at the top of the office, interrupted by a soft click. The Duke had probably lifted the needle from the record. A rustle was heard right after, and the tips of his boots appeared at the top of the stairs. "All the moments I didn't have with everyone »
Knocks on @dukeincognito.bsky.social's office door before opening it to step inside- a few folders in hand and staring up toward the balcony where the Duke's desk was. He's waiting, just in case he can't make his way up quite yet. "Do you have a moment, Your Grace?"
An improvised melusine gathering. They brought souvenirs from Natlan, besides some new extra cool dancing moves. Just don't make him try them. They don't look good on a big guy like him, besides, it's a little ridiculous and childish... and he's sounding like an old man. Ugh.
.... Why are they at the Fortress—? For Sigewinne?
Yes, he should. The fortress of meropide has become their gathering place, the infirmary, to be specific.
Slowly rubbing face.... He should go see the Melusines and unwind.
"This day is infernal. I wish I could get a little bit of rain tomorrow..." The Wingalet still stands tall and proud. The aquarium inside it, looks prettier than ever. And his intelligence report is still not done. Neuvillette will have to wait a few days more.
"I hope you can pardon me the intrusion, madame Pantalone." He took a step in, one that's sure, of a man that knows his worth and how to use it wisely. Strong boots with metal soles, a meaning of a life of hardships and measured steps. A man that's been at the bottom of the pit »
"Come in. There's little point idling outside." Nor did the Ninth particularly see the point of personally opening the door and kindly inviting the guest to sit. Perhaps it would have set a nice, polite pretense ... But. Regrator had never been known amongst these lands for being too generous.
"Hmm..." He nods his head, thinking on what Neuvillette just said. "Are you going to keep me in a cage, Monsieur?"
" Well, I have been alive for a very long time. " The hand on his lower back made Neuvillette's smile widen. " You will be. " he looked up at Wriothesley. " I won't let anything happen to you. "
He certainly spoils him! It wasn't his intention at all to fall asleep on his couch, but it's so soft... so cushy... so very very comfortable... And he's just a poor street dog that happens to be really, really good at his job... The touch of the blanket on top of his form makes him stir a »
Neuvillette doesn't seem to mind one bit. He's already been briefed about the criminal who was caught and brought in, in chains. Yes, his Grace must've been tired. Neuvillette is even going to bring out a blanket he keeps in one of the cabinets, draping it carefully over Wriothesley. +
Recalling the past events.... he had spent the whole night on the streets chasing down a difficult criminal with the help of the marechaussee phantom, brought him all chained up to the Palais early in the day, sat on the couch to wait for Neuvillette, but was out cold on the first five minutes of »
He lets out a soft chuckle, as soon as he hears Wriothesley snoring. He must've been very tired.
ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ𝐀ᅠ𝐍IGHTINGALE'Sᅠ𝐅LIGHTᅠ𝐂ANᅠ𝐁Eᅠ𝐎VERCOMEᅠ𝐁Yᅠ𝐎BSTACLES——𝐘ETᅠ𝐄VERYᅠ𝐒INGLEᅠ𝐓HINGᅠ𝐁ECOMESᅠ𝐀LLᅠ𝐓HEᅠ𝐖ORTHWHILEᅠ𝐖ITHᅠ𝐎Rᅠ𝐖ITHOUTᅠ𝐒ACRIFICEᅠ. ᅠ ᅠ
Oh, perfect. Just what the rest of the poor gestionnaires need. To hear the warden's loud snore. It appears as if the actual dragon is him, and not Neuvillette.
He's going to let him sleep. Looking up from his paperwork occasionally. Hiding his smile behind his hand.