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anyway, they both know what she is: one honed to be a weapon first before anything else, a tool to be wielded by the long arm of justice. she understands that, so does he. between the two of them, wriothesley is much more adept at navigating these kinds of situations than she is, so she listens carefully to what he says. that he feels comfortable sharing the details with her at all is something she's grateful for and doesn't take for granted—she's always trusted him back in fontaine and that trust has only grown in the months they've spent in the resort.
still, it's almost a novelty in some ways to hear him admit something like that, and it's that which makes her pause to consider. ]
... You would rather deal with the prospect of him disappearing but having known the truth, rather than the regret of not telling him at all.
[ trading one weight for another, but one that is much easier to carry. she takes a sip of her tea, mulling over it before speaking up again. ]
I'm worried that if I told him, it may put him in a position where he feels he must choose between me or his home. Or, if he does choose his home, he may feel regret. [ she doesn't clarify who "he" is, but she's pretty certain he knows exactly who she's talking about. ] I don't want him to have to feel that way. I want him to return home without anything holding him back.
... But you're right, in that I think I'll come to regret it if I didn't say anything at all.
anyway, they both know what she is: one honed to be a weapon first before anything else, a tool to be wielded by the long arm of justice. she understands that, so does he. between the two of them, wriothesley is much more adept at navigating these kinds of situations than she is, so she listens carefully to what he says. that he feels comfortable sharing the details with her at all is something she's grateful for and doesn't take for granted—she's always trusted him back in fontaine and that trust has only grown in the months they've spent in the resort.
still, it's almost a novelty in some ways to hear him admit something like that, and it's that which makes her pause to consider. ]
... You would rather deal with the prospect of him disappearing but having known the truth, rather than the regret of not telling him at all.
[ trading one weight for another, but one that is much easier to carry. she takes a sip of her tea, mulling over it before speaking up again. ]
I'm worried that if I told him, it may put him in a position where he feels he must choose between me or his home. Or, if he does choose his home, he may feel regret. [ she doesn't clarify who "he" is, but she's pretty certain he knows exactly who she's talking about. ] I don't want him to have to feel that way. I want him to return home without anything holding him back.
... But you're right, in that I think I'll come to regret it if I didn't say anything at all.
Edited 2025-02-04 10:01 (UTC)
Hah. Well, not to toot my own horn, but I wouldn't believe you anyways. [Wriothesley wouldn't say he has an ego, but he knows he isn't bad in bed. But Keita saying he sucks in bed would be very funny. The man was very polite, so he'd love to hear the other insult him. Even in jest.] I don't think you're the only one. Intimacy can make one shy. Casual intimacy? Even more.
[He cards his fingers through Keita's hair with a gentle smile.]
I'm sure you are. I imagine that it's a lot harder for you to proposition for sex than it is for me, but it ended well, no? Well, the house truly gave you a run for your money, didn't it? Though, you're always free to seek me out for help. In bed or not.
[He cards his fingers through Keita's hair with a gentle smile.]
I'm sure you are. I imagine that it's a lot harder for you to proposition for sex than it is for me, but it ended well, no? Well, the house truly gave you a run for your money, didn't it? Though, you're always free to seek me out for help. In bed or not.
I’m human. [His gaze stays on her as he speaks.] I’m human just as much as you are human. People want for things. To be selfish. We spend so much of our days serving others, but that does not mean we don’t still feel desires.
[The smile on his lips. It’s a softness that only his closest friends are allowed to see. Vulnerable. Intimate. It was a man willing to show his entire heart.] I would rather chase happiness even if it’s for a moment. To experience, even if it is just a ripple, the joy of love. For once, I would like to consider my own wants before I just consider everything else.
[Wriothesley might easily say that the success of the prison also gives him an easier life, but they both know that the work he did was altruistic, born for the love of people who deserved to still be treated like humans and to live out full lives. Things he did not have growing up. Wriothesley is not a very selfish man so for him to finally seek something out says a lot about how much this means to him.]
Is it not presumptuous to think these things without his input? [He reaches over to gently grasp her chin.] If the feelings are mutual, for instance, and you had kept these things hidden for his sake, do you think he might not lament over it too? I think that this conversation is something you two should have. After all, I imagine that he might think the same. You having to choose between home and him and if you might feel regret if you leave him for home. I think that this isn’t a decision to make yourself but something you both should talk about.
[He let’s go of her chin. A smile.] It’s human to have concerns. To worry. But I think that even if time becomes short, you would have had something you cherished with your entire heart, Clorinde. Not the Champion Duelist and her accolades. Just Clorinde, a fine Fontanian woman who should be allowed to also find someone who will treat her and her heart well.
[The smile on his lips. It’s a softness that only his closest friends are allowed to see. Vulnerable. Intimate. It was a man willing to show his entire heart.] I would rather chase happiness even if it’s for a moment. To experience, even if it is just a ripple, the joy of love. For once, I would like to consider my own wants before I just consider everything else.
[Wriothesley might easily say that the success of the prison also gives him an easier life, but they both know that the work he did was altruistic, born for the love of people who deserved to still be treated like humans and to live out full lives. Things he did not have growing up. Wriothesley is not a very selfish man so for him to finally seek something out says a lot about how much this means to him.]
Is it not presumptuous to think these things without his input? [He reaches over to gently grasp her chin.] If the feelings are mutual, for instance, and you had kept these things hidden for his sake, do you think he might not lament over it too? I think that this conversation is something you two should have. After all, I imagine that he might think the same. You having to choose between home and him and if you might feel regret if you leave him for home. I think that this isn’t a decision to make yourself but something you both should talk about.
[He let’s go of her chin. A smile.] It’s human to have concerns. To worry. But I think that even if time becomes short, you would have had something you cherished with your entire heart, Clorinde. Not the Champion Duelist and her accolades. Just Clorinde, a fine Fontanian woman who should be allowed to also find someone who will treat her and her heart well.
[This is actually the worst. Why did he agree to getting teased to hardness like this? Stimulated enough to want to get off but having to hold that arousal so a cute girl can get his dick measured.
He lets out a breathless laugh that devolves into a groan as he drops his head back. His toes curl and she can feel the way his thighs flex and unflex as his body reacts to her attention.]
H-Hah! You're- It's a little hard to think. [She's asking a lot of a man to focus on her task when he's focused on those pretty lips on him.] A-A little more, sweetheart...
He lets out a breathless laugh that devolves into a groan as he drops his head back. His toes curl and she can feel the way his thighs flex and unflex as his body reacts to her attention.]
H-Hah! You're- It's a little hard to think. [She's asking a lot of a man to focus on her task when he's focused on those pretty lips on him.] A-A little more, sweetheart...
I'd love to be busy in this place, honestly.
Nevermind that.
What do you need?
Nevermind that.
What do you need?
[Just call him a slut. It's less painful than whatever this is.]
Honestly, I think the ranks become somewhat arbitrary since I've yet to find no rhyme nor reason as to how people are placed. I didn't ask to be this high of rank on my own accord.
As for participation. I do sleep around, but that's by choice. [He's just going to put that out there, honestly. No need pretending he is a demure, virgin or something.]
We can talk about that later. I'm free is what matters and you seem to need something?
Honestly, I think the ranks become somewhat arbitrary since I've yet to find no rhyme nor reason as to how people are placed. I didn't ask to be this high of rank on my own accord.
As for participation. I do sleep around, but that's by choice. [He's just going to put that out there, honestly. No need pretending he is a demure, virgin or something.]
We can talk about that later. I'm free is what matters and you seem to need something?
There's nothing to apologize about. I'm happy to discuss what I can try and parse, but our initial sorting seemed random and the house will move us up and down ranks alongside them moving people through the ranks by request. It's flexible to say the least, but I can't say I'm pleased to be this high up.
[He is so allergic to being perceived. Help.]
It doesn't have to be important. Do you want to talk about it in person or just talk about it through the watches?
...
Actually, I don't trust these things that much, why don't you come up to my suite? If you're not that busy.
I've gotten a hibiscus tea I'm quite fond of.
[He knows they're watched even in their in person meetings, but he doesn't trust that they aren't reading literally everything that's sent through the watches. Wriothesley is still a man who tries to be as discreet as possible. He isn't going to force Neuvillette though if they rather keep to texting.]
[He is so allergic to being perceived. Help.]
It doesn't have to be important. Do you want to talk about it in person or just talk about it through the watches?
...
Actually, I don't trust these things that much, why don't you come up to my suite? If you're not that busy.
I've gotten a hibiscus tea I'm quite fond of.
[He knows they're watched even in their in person meetings, but he doesn't trust that they aren't reading literally everything that's sent through the watches. Wriothesley is still a man who tries to be as discreet as possible. He isn't going to force Neuvillette though if they rather keep to texting.]
[Wow, when will Neuvillette let him help him with getting into his slut era???]
Why would I mind?
Should I be more forward?
Neuvillette, join me from tea. I enjoy your company and hope you will indulge me.
I have months worth of time to make up for the lack of meetings together after all.
[Wriothesley isn't quite saying it out right, but he missed Fontaine and he missed what he had Fontaine, so having a bit of that here now has him craving it a little bit.]
Why would I mind?
Should I be more forward?
Neuvillette, join me from tea. I enjoy your company and hope you will indulge me.
I have months worth of time to make up for the lack of meetings together after all.
[Wriothesley isn't quite saying it out right, but he missed Fontaine and he missed what he had Fontaine, so having a bit of that here now has him craving it a little bit.]
( when he stops being helpful in every other way, wrio has done too much!!! )
Shall I schedule a recurring meeting with you then, so that we might make up for lost time?
( not a joke; he WILL send an invite for a series of recurring meetings if wriothesley says yes. once he figures out how to, that is. if only sedene were here. )
But very well. In that case, I will see you in thirty minutes.
( why thirty minutes? stay tuned. )
Shall I schedule a recurring meeting with you then, so that we might make up for lost time?
( not a joke; he WILL send an invite for a series of recurring meetings if wriothesley says yes. once he figures out how to, that is. if only sedene were here. )
But very well. In that case, I will see you in thirty minutes.
( why thirty minutes? stay tuned. )
[But he wants to help. Especially with the slut era part.]
Do you think I would say no to that?
Watch out. I'll start asking about if you slept around for that week.
[The text seems to be teasing, but there's some legitimate concern on Wriothesley's side. He knows that the suits are rather temperamental, but keeping them at bay and taking care of one's health requires having sex regularly.]
?
Well, that gives me time to prepare tea and snacks.
See you soon.
[Sir? He will not ask. Maybe Neuvillette needs time freshening up or getting ready. He doesn't know what skincare routine he might have.]
Do you think I would say no to that?
Watch out. I'll start asking about if you slept around for that week.
[The text seems to be teasing, but there's some legitimate concern on Wriothesley's side. He knows that the suits are rather temperamental, but keeping them at bay and taking care of one's health requires having sex regularly.]
?
Well, that gives me time to prepare tea and snacks.
See you soon.
[Sir? He will not ask. Maybe Neuvillette needs time freshening up or getting ready. He doesn't know what skincare routine he might have.]
( three things happen within the span of the next 30 minutes:
the first is, as promised, a recurring calendar invite sent some ten minutes after his last message (because he'd needed to flag down someone for assistance in puzzling out yet another function on his watch). set for a duration of an hour, it's simply titled TEA TIME, with wriothesley and neuvillette as the attendees, and a rather thorough description with various (official-sounding) notes that include the option to lengthen or shorten the duration of the meeting, the option to invite other attendees as needed, and the understanding that either party might be allowed to miss the meeting should extenuating circumstances arise.
you can take the man out of court but you can't take the court out of the man.
the second is a much shorter message sent some fifteen minutes after the calendar invite, briefly informing wriothesley of neuvillette's imminent arrival in approximately the next five minutes.
the third (and last) is the sharp knock at wriothesley's door, signaling the actual arrival of the man himself, dressed down in one of the outfits they'd purchased the other week, a small bag of pastries held in one hand. by way of explanation: )
It seemed rude not to bring anything.
( he'd been assured they were perfectly innocent pastries, so hopefully they aren't laced with anything. )
the first is, as promised, a recurring calendar invite sent some ten minutes after his last message (because he'd needed to flag down someone for assistance in puzzling out yet another function on his watch). set for a duration of an hour, it's simply titled TEA TIME, with wriothesley and neuvillette as the attendees, and a rather thorough description with various (official-sounding) notes that include the option to lengthen or shorten the duration of the meeting, the option to invite other attendees as needed, and the understanding that either party might be allowed to miss the meeting should extenuating circumstances arise.
you can take the man out of court but you can't take the court out of the man.
the second is a much shorter message sent some fifteen minutes after the calendar invite, briefly informing wriothesley of neuvillette's imminent arrival in approximately the next five minutes.
the third (and last) is the sharp knock at wriothesley's door, signaling the actual arrival of the man himself, dressed down in one of the outfits they'd purchased the other week, a small bag of pastries held in one hand. by way of explanation: )
It seemed rude not to bring anything.
( he'd been assured they were perfectly innocent pastries, so hopefully they aren't laced with anything. )
[How could he not laugh? The automatic invite was funny as much as it was endearing. It screamed Neuvillette to the T, and he could imagine one of the Melusines skipping to him, letter in hand, to inform him of his meeting with the Iudex. Neuvillette truly took it to heart, but instead of finding it annoying, he was merely fond.
Like the sea breeze to the smell of metal and rust, to the sweet notes of a freshly brewed pot of tea; it felt a little like Fontaine had returned to warm even the coldest chill.
It puts him in a good mood to say the least, so he answers the door with little hesitation. He laughs a little. Ever so thoughtful. Had he really grown to miss the people from home that much? He hadn't realized.
Wriothesley steps aside to let Neuvillette in.] How thoughtful. I believe they'll go well with tea. Everything in the living room is set up so you can make yourself at home. [He's pleased to see that Neuvillette had warmed up to his new wardrobe. Wriothesley himself was dressed more casual. He still wore his waistcoats and ornate jackets, but today he was merely wearing slacks and a hoodie thrown over his shirt.]
Let's get settled and you can tell me what's on your mind.
Like the sea breeze to the smell of metal and rust, to the sweet notes of a freshly brewed pot of tea; it felt a little like Fontaine had returned to warm even the coldest chill.
It puts him in a good mood to say the least, so he answers the door with little hesitation. He laughs a little. Ever so thoughtful. Had he really grown to miss the people from home that much? He hadn't realized.
Wriothesley steps aside to let Neuvillette in.] How thoughtful. I believe they'll go well with tea. Everything in the living room is set up so you can make yourself at home. [He's pleased to see that Neuvillette had warmed up to his new wardrobe. Wriothesley himself was dressed more casual. He still wore his waistcoats and ornate jackets, but today he was merely wearing slacks and a hoodie thrown over his shirt.]
Let's get settled and you can tell me what's on your mind.
( accepting the invitation to enter, neuvillette steps inside, following the casual instruction given to head towards the living room. He's a little more familiar with wriothesley's suite now and there's no hesitation as he moves through the entranceway and towards the couch. )
Have you been well, Wriothesley? Amidst all the ( a vague hand gesture through the air as he takes a seat primly at one end of the couch ) recent chaos.
( the cherubs, the angels, the way the resort seems to have transformed into a child's play place. )
Have you been well, Wriothesley? Amidst all the ( a vague hand gesture through the air as he takes a seat primly at one end of the couch ) recent chaos.
( the cherubs, the angels, the way the resort seems to have transformed into a child's play place. )
[Wriothesley had already set up an afternoon tea spread of some kind in preparation. He had chosen a simple peach tea and had laid out some biscuits, not realizing Neuvillette was going to bring pastries. Well, he can just put them back in the tin later.
He does fetch a plate for them to put the pastries on before starting to pour both of them a cup each.]
Oh? Oh, right. This is your first time experiencing one of their games. You get used to them, though it's something new everytime. I'll admit that incapacitating the cherubs was a nice change in pace than hitting a striking dummy or punching bag. [Wriothesley, no.
He laughs a little sheepishly though.] I got engaged once and married once, so I can't say it was bad? [The punishment room that opened up was wild to say the least.]
He does fetch a plate for them to put the pastries on before starting to pour both of them a cup each.]
Oh? Oh, right. This is your first time experiencing one of their games. You get used to them, though it's something new everytime. I'll admit that incapacitating the cherubs was a nice change in pace than hitting a striking dummy or punching bag. [Wriothesley, no.
He laughs a little sheepishly though.] I got engaged once and married once, so I can't say it was bad? [The punishment room that opened up was wild to say the least.]
( he
what?
for all that neuvillette is a dragon, he looks awfully owlish now, lilac eyes wide and blinking, one outstretched arm frozen in midair on its way to fetch a glass of water. barely a month here and he's already been met with as many shocking revelations as the entirety of his tenure as chief justice. )
To...someone here?
( ??????? please clarify. )
what?
for all that neuvillette is a dragon, he looks awfully owlish now, lilac eyes wide and blinking, one outstretched arm frozen in midair on its way to fetch a glass of water. barely a month here and he's already been met with as many shocking revelations as the entirety of his tenure as chief justice. )
To...someone here?
( ??????? please clarify. )
[The shocked expression Neuvillette has on his face makes Wriothesley chuckle. He can’t help it even if he kind of misled the other. He drops two cubes of sugar into his cup before waving his hand dismissively. He better explain himself before Neuvillette truly takes his word at face value. Catching the man by surprise is enough.]
It didn’t actually happen. Well, it kind of depends on how you look at it. This place has some punishment rooms that aren’t usually accessible, but one opened up and I decided to check them out. I didn’t go alone. [he continues to explain as he stirs a spoon in his cup.] I’m not sure if it’s desire or anything but it felt like a dream. Like we were in a dream of a perfect life and at the cusp of true happiness, they deny you that moment to play out.
[It’s cruel. If he were someone else, he could see having that wrenched out of his hands as devastating.]
I almost got engaged to Clorinde and I almost got married to my boyfriend. [He doesn’t think much about the words that slip from his mouth as he lifts his cup to sip his tea.]
Well, who doesn’t like a bit of a fairytale dream.
It didn’t actually happen. Well, it kind of depends on how you look at it. This place has some punishment rooms that aren’t usually accessible, but one opened up and I decided to check them out. I didn’t go alone. [he continues to explain as he stirs a spoon in his cup.] I’m not sure if it’s desire or anything but it felt like a dream. Like we were in a dream of a perfect life and at the cusp of true happiness, they deny you that moment to play out.
[It’s cruel. If he were someone else, he could see having that wrenched out of his hands as devastating.]
I almost got engaged to Clorinde and I almost got married to my boyfriend. [He doesn’t think much about the words that slip from his mouth as he lifts his cup to sip his tea.]
Well, who doesn’t like a bit of a fairytale dream.
( the arm slowly retracts, his hands once again settling into his lap. (the water can wait.)
punishment indeed, to be granted a vision of a future most perfect only to have it so abruptly taken away. though he admittedly can't envision clorinde and wriothesley as a pair together, despite how much he might commend them both as individuals. perhaps his imagination simply isn't strong enough.
his poker face certainly isn't, whatever composure he's managed to reassemble together once again disrupted by a second unexpected piece of news. )
Your boyfriend? So you are seeing someone here.
( there's still surprise, yes, but beyond that is curiosity, a genuine desire to learn more about both wriothesley and the man that's managed to capture the attention of someone as elusive as the duke of meropide himself. )
punishment indeed, to be granted a vision of a future most perfect only to have it so abruptly taken away. though he admittedly can't envision clorinde and wriothesley as a pair together, despite how much he might commend them both as individuals. perhaps his imagination simply isn't strong enough.
his poker face certainly isn't, whatever composure he's managed to reassemble together once again disrupted by a second unexpected piece of news. )
Your boyfriend? So you are seeing someone here.
( there's still surprise, yes, but beyond that is curiosity, a genuine desire to learn more about both wriothesley and the man that's managed to capture the attention of someone as elusive as the duke of meropide himself. )
Oh.
[It wasn’t that he was keeping his relationship with Kizuna a secret, but he also was a private person. He wasn’t the type to flaunt it around and he much preferred to enjoy and appreciate his lover without it needing to be a spectacle. Of course, that meant he also rarely talked about them in such a capacity because it rarely came up in conversation.
It’s not like you want to hear someone was poetic about their lover while they’re having sex with you.
He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. It’s rare for him to act a little shy.] Yeah, I’m seeing someone. You know the door that goes into another suite? It’s connected to his suite. I spoke about him before, though I don’t know if you two have met. His name is Kizuna.
[He taps his foot against the floor. A small sign of nervousness. It’s less about talking about Kizuna and because Wriothesley hated be the center of attention. That hasn’t changed in the year of being here.]
[It wasn’t that he was keeping his relationship with Kizuna a secret, but he also was a private person. He wasn’t the type to flaunt it around and he much preferred to enjoy and appreciate his lover without it needing to be a spectacle. Of course, that meant he also rarely talked about them in such a capacity because it rarely came up in conversation.
It’s not like you want to hear someone was poetic about their lover while they’re having sex with you.
He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. It’s rare for him to act a little shy.] Yeah, I’m seeing someone. You know the door that goes into another suite? It’s connected to his suite. I spoke about him before, though I don’t know if you two have met. His name is Kizuna.
[He taps his foot against the floor. A small sign of nervousness. It’s less about talking about Kizuna and because Wriothesley hated be the center of attention. That hasn’t changed in the year of being here.]
( without a crystal goblet of water obscuring his face or the physical barrier of an office desk separating the two, his emotions are easy to read, clear as the reflected sky in a still lake's surface.
surprise, wonder, and then true joy, breaking over his face like an early morning sunrise. The smile on his face probably helps too. )
My felicitations to you both.
( the name does ring a bell, and ties together the little pieces he's seen around wriothesley's suite, signs of a life lived that don't fully belong to the man living there. it would have been enough to simply have been the recipient of clorinde's recommendation or wriothesley's, but to have both? the man's intrigue only grows. )
I have not had the chance to meet him yet, no, but Clorinde did say that I would be welcome to call on him should I ever find myself in need of assistance.
( given his connection to wriothesley, no doubt it's only a matter of time before he runs into the other man. )
He must be quite the upstanding person, for both you and Clorinde to speak of him so highly.
( he knows well of wriothesley's reluctance to share too much about himself, a boundary he's not willing to push, but neuvillette can't help but find himself curious all the same. )
surprise, wonder, and then true joy, breaking over his face like an early morning sunrise. The smile on his face probably helps too. )
My felicitations to you both.
( the name does ring a bell, and ties together the little pieces he's seen around wriothesley's suite, signs of a life lived that don't fully belong to the man living there. it would have been enough to simply have been the recipient of clorinde's recommendation or wriothesley's, but to have both? the man's intrigue only grows. )
I have not had the chance to meet him yet, no, but Clorinde did say that I would be welcome to call on him should I ever find myself in need of assistance.
( given his connection to wriothesley, no doubt it's only a matter of time before he runs into the other man. )
He must be quite the upstanding person, for both you and Clorinde to speak of him so highly.
( he knows well of wriothesley's reluctance to share too much about himself, a boundary he's not willing to push, but neuvillette can't help but find himself curious all the same. )
[Wriothesley is one to watch a person's body language with a keen eye. It was born for the sake of survival, but now it was more habit than anything. Reading a person is good for him and his role as administrator.
Neuvillette had become a man that he had grown very accustomed to reading, though they were making it quite easy.
What he isn't expecting was the man to look so happy for him. It catches him off guard, even if he knows that Neuvillette has wished for his happiness for quite awhile. Especially because Neuvillette had held onto guilt for his sentencing.
He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, feeling a little shy about it all suddenly.] Thanks. [Despite it, there's a smile he can't help that he hides behind the rim of his teacup. Still, it was a fond gaze as he thinks about Kizuna. Truly a man so hopelessly in love.]
He would be happy to assist in anyway possible, really. He's got a bleeding heart, the fool. [Though, Kizuna was far from reckless. Wriothesley hasn't even realized that a lot of that was probably because they were together.]
If you need anything and Clorinde nor I are available, you can reach out to him and I'm sure he'll be more than happy to assist. He's kind and sweet. He's quite fond of people. [He doesn't mention Kizuna's empathy. It wasn't his to tell, after all.] He's sharp though. Good at adapting. I didn't realize he came up in conversation with Clorinde. [While Wriothesley is a more private person, he can't help but talk about Kizuna. And well, he has been also trying to become a little more open here and there. To his comfort, of course.]
Neuvillette had become a man that he had grown very accustomed to reading, though they were making it quite easy.
What he isn't expecting was the man to look so happy for him. It catches him off guard, even if he knows that Neuvillette has wished for his happiness for quite awhile. Especially because Neuvillette had held onto guilt for his sentencing.
He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, feeling a little shy about it all suddenly.] Thanks. [Despite it, there's a smile he can't help that he hides behind the rim of his teacup. Still, it was a fond gaze as he thinks about Kizuna. Truly a man so hopelessly in love.]
He would be happy to assist in anyway possible, really. He's got a bleeding heart, the fool. [Though, Kizuna was far from reckless. Wriothesley hasn't even realized that a lot of that was probably because they were together.]
If you need anything and Clorinde nor I are available, you can reach out to him and I'm sure he'll be more than happy to assist. He's kind and sweet. He's quite fond of people. [He doesn't mention Kizuna's empathy. It wasn't his to tell, after all.] He's sharp though. Good at adapting. I didn't realize he came up in conversation with Clorinde. [While Wriothesley is a more private person, he can't help but talk about Kizuna. And well, he has been also trying to become a little more open here and there. To his comfort, of course.]
Edited 2025-03-13 13:39 (UTC)
She mentioned him as someone trustworthy, and someone to turn to with questions if neither of the two of you were available.
( in an echo of wriothesley himself. but then again, the two of them have always worked well together; it's no surprise that their thought processes might occasionally also converge.
but...intelligent, adaptable, possessed of a kind heart. words he could easily use to describe another man in the room, if only he would accept such compliments. though maybe he does from kizuna himself. neuvillette can only hope. it's the least of what he deserves. wriothesley and clorinde both, if he's honest. two of the people he trusts most both inside and out of fontaine, and for whom he hopes the waters will always be smooth and uneventful. )
Was he someone you met when you first arrived here?
( in an echo of wriothesley himself. but then again, the two of them have always worked well together; it's no surprise that their thought processes might occasionally also converge.
but...intelligent, adaptable, possessed of a kind heart. words he could easily use to describe another man in the room, if only he would accept such compliments. though maybe he does from kizuna himself. neuvillette can only hope. it's the least of what he deserves. wriothesley and clorinde both, if he's honest. two of the people he trusts most both inside and out of fontaine, and for whom he hopes the waters will always be smooth and uneventful. )
Was he someone you met when you first arrived here?
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