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EST. 2022.01.23

[oftwilight]

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# JACK & RUGGIE !

[hymnism]

Wriothesley in Whirling Waltz

[guhamun]

NEUVILLETTE HUFFED, A SMALL, almost easily missed sound of exasperation. He swore Wriothesley liked to slip in a tease every now and then into their conversations without him being at all prepared for such. A part of him wondered if the Duke took great amusement out of this single fact, especially when said tease either flew over Neuvillette’s head (like now, unfortunately), or when it took him a moment or two to catch on. In his defense, not many, if anyone that he knew of off the top of his head, tended to do this, and so him being thrown off by something so wholly unexpected shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise. ❝I will be more mindful when we meet again like this.❞ Because there would be a next time. When? Well, that was anyone’s guess. Sometimes schedules simply did not match up, and so the window to have these little get-togethers was often very, very small. Such was fine, though. Neither held any complaint. What mattered, was that eventually, they would sit and talk as they did now; an excellent cup of tea shared between them.

     At the mention of taking Sigewinnie to the surface one day in the far flung future, such managed to earn just the slightest smile from the Iudex. ❝Her sisters would be pleased to see her if you did. No doubt they would have much to discuss.❞ Nothing of importance, of course. Probably little trivial things, yet to them, it would be anything but. ❝That aside, however…the day that you somehow manage to disappointment me with your teas, will be the moment that the world is about to end.❞ High praise to be offered once more, those words, as usual, spoken with the utmost honesty rather than an attempt at empty flattery. For one who constantly could taste the little intricacies in liquid from the type of water used, to whether its taste might be changed by being boiled or chilled, truly there could be no greater compliment offered.

      Allowing quiet to fall between them, comfortable as it often always was, he had, once again, allowed his thoughts to come to a standstill as he merely enjoyed that single, small moment. Already he could smell that herbal scent as if wafted throughout the office, the scent alone nearly making him relax in his seat all the more. How wonderful it was sometimes, to merely be. To not dive too long into what floated about in the mind, even if that was just for a few seconds to a couple of minutes. Eventually, the prepared cups were brought forth, the soft clink of porcelain soft, yet so loud like that of a pin drop within a silent cellar. A polite thank you was offered, Neuvillette lifting the cup towards his lips so he could take in the aroma with a soft inhale. ❝Ah, I can already tell this one will have a rather intriguing taste to it. Sweet, but not overly so…❞

       Placing his cup back down for the time being, he leaned back, hands clasping upon his lap once more. ❝Back to our conversion…yes, I heard that this place used to be…far more unpleasant. It was outside of my jurisdiction, and so there was nothing I could do to see to it that conditions were better. Back then, the previous Duke was not as…easy to communicate with as yourself.❞ But they knew that, no doubt. After all, they had to deal with that man each and every day. ❝I cannot say that I completely know what things were like before aside from what I have heard, but the change has been noted for the better.❞

[oftwilight]

Wriothesley can feel his chest rumble the moment a low chuckle began to build up, amusement laced in both the sound and the way his eyes crinkle just a bit at the nearly-imperceptible shift in the judge’s expression. Perhaps it was due to how rare it was, how difficult it proved to be to emit such a reaction from Neuvillette that made them so entertaining, but the duke finds himself deciding against pushing the teasing any further. While he doubts the other minds it too much, it was still best to not sour the mood, especially so soon after the other’s arrival.

But, ah. Neuvillette was always the more patient one between them both.

❝ I suppose it would be more out of character for you to not occasionally carry that sense of professionalism with you, though. ❞ In all the years Wriothesley had known the man, the iudex had always been the same. Enigmatic yet reassuring, respectful and composed yet still giving off a small sense of a composed sort of austerity. The thoughts feel a little irrelevant now that Neuvillette had somewhat closed that end of the conversation, though, his frame repositioning to a more relaxed one as Sigewinne is brought up again. Now and then, the duke could swear that it was difficult to tell who worked harder between him and the head nurse. ❝ I’ll make sure to make time in my schedule in the coming days for all of them, then. ❞ The day off was likely a much-needed one, anyways… He was given far more freedom as duke compared to his days as a prisoner, at the very least.

The silence that lingers now, not terribly awkward - thankfully - , allows Wriothesley a moment to think, pale grey eyes scanning the other as the white-haired man takes the cup offered just moments after the tray settled. It wasn’t often that he could see the Iudex’s expression wearing a stricter sense of calm that wasn’t the one he wore while handling his duties, but it’s due to this observation that brings a subtle form of relief to him, likely because it’s a common feeling between anyone in a position similar to their own. ❝ I doubt that I need to mention again to be careful with a hot cup, I hope? ❞ the duke joked, gloved hands raising his own cup to sip from as if they had attempted to contradict him. Then, a slightly unamused snort. ❝ Perhaps, but best not think too hard on that, unless you’d like it to actually happen. … I wonder how many years it will be until I’ve managed to collect a box of every known tea. ❞

Probably too many, but one can dream.

Ah, yes. The previous duke… Wriothesley can feel the memories surfacing again, from his initial imprisonment to the day he took over and all the ones in between. Cup remaining in hand, his eyes shifting back to the judge not far from him after observing the small ripples in the tea the cup’s movement had caused. ❝ And to think that you’re putting it lightly here. ❞ the duke recounts, tone taking one of mild, complex exasperation for only a second before it fades. To say it was a mess back then would have been too kind a comment, if anything. ❝ But now, you’re always free to come and go as you please, we have the chance to keep improving this place. ❞ It was strange to think that his prison sentence would have led to his taking over the fortress of meropide, but what was the point of a prison if not to atone and learn? ❝ But, hey. That’s enough about me, for the time being. Any interesting stories you’ve got to share with me this time? ❞

[oftwilight]

( When you want to write with your W.ord of H.onor muses but don’t know any / many people who are familiar with the series… Such is the fate of a small fandom, I suppose.. )

[oftwilight]

( I’m so sorry for how absent I’ve been here lately. I’ll try to work on any replies I owe soon. )

[kaekazuha]

WRIOTHESLEY in "The Time Has Yet to Come"

[inglacial]

❝ ‘Cause All Of The Stars Are Fading Away

Just Try Not To Cry, You’ll See Them Someday

Take What You Need And Be On Your Way

And Stop Crying Your Heart Out. ❞

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Ind. Selective. Fandomless OC

Scripted By Sybil

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Carrd

[inglacial]

❝ ‘Cause all of the stars have faded away.

Just try not to worry, you'll see them some day

Take what you need and be on your way

And stop crying your heart out. ❞

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Ind. Selective. Fandomless OC

Scripted By Sybil.

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Carrd

[guhamun]

TRUE. NEUVILLETTE NEVER JUST appeared before anyone like this. He tended to always give some form of warning in preparation for his visit, so Wriothesley’s surprise was very much understood. ❝My apologies. Sometimes I have a tendency to slip into habit even when there is no one else present.❞ ‘Duke’ and ‘Iudex’ were titles merely spoken in the presence of others. However, considering there was no one else present, there was very little reason to stick to such stringent things in pleasant company. The weight that those titles brought could be temporarily placed to the side to allow aching muscles their rest. ❝As for Sedene, she has been doing well. She still indulges in her adoration for that limited edition cake that many scramble to eat, though thankfully, she never has to struggle to have a slice.❞ Neuvillette appreciated that a piece was always set aside for her. Sometimes she stayed a bit later as a result of him still being in the office, and thus, realistically, she would not have been able to catch so much as a crumb had the owner of that bakery not been so understanding. How could he not be touched by such a kind gesture?

     There was something altogether heartwarming seeing how the Melusines were treated now, in comparison to how they had been treated upon their introduction to the city of Fontaine. The issues that had arisen were a few hundred years ago, yet to him, it sometimes felt like hardly any time passed at all akin to someone blinking, and now everything was different. He hummed softly, an amused sound in regards to what was said next. A solid argument. It was like someone giving him a glass of water from some frozen landscape hidden away from any human involvement, telling him about the different flavors he could expect from it. This would never happen since it seemed that many humans struggled to discern the intricacies of water. It was just he would have preferred to discern the taste on his own without being influenced by another's opinion and thoughts. ❝The fact that you may now take a breather and enjoy it, also means that it will taste that much better…or at least, that is what is often said. I would ask for a comparison, but unfortunately, that is not something that can be done.❞

     Taking a seat, he leaned his back against his chair, hands folding neatly upon his lap as waited for Wriothesley. The small bit of quiet that lingered was not unpleasant to him in its lingering. Eventually, the sound of Wriothesley’s heavy footfalls tugged him back to attention, bright eyes falling upon their figure as it came back into view. Ah, there it was again. The discussion of time – a concept that still escaped him even now. For what was a decade to Wriothesley, was nothing to him. One day the other would be an old man, and Neuvillette, as usual, would still exist as he was; youthful in appearance, ancient in mind. A thought that always brought about a small sense of melancholy when he saw familiar faces begin fade away around him, but he would never mention such thoughts. They were best kept where they were: buried, hidden away from all save for himself. ❝And you have done a great deal of things within that span. It is rather impressive.❞

[oftwilight]

There’s a glimmer of mirth in the duke’s eyes as Neuvillette speaks again, a piercing blue gaze sweeping over the other’s features once more. It felt rare to be able to joke in this manner with anyone nowadays, so the thought of messing with the Iudex in this way felt like a momentary reprieve from the duties and expectations he normally had to keep up while residing below the ocean’s depths. ❝ Come on, now, I’m only messing with you. ❞ Wriothesley voices in response, tone echoing easily from the floor not far below. ❝ Besides, it’s no complaint. I’m just too used to you calling me by name rather than by title, seeing as you’re one of the few who does. ❞ It’s been so many years, by now, after all.. But perhaps those words should not be spoken for now. Even if he was duke now, it wasn’t the position he’d held when they’d met. The title was usually only used during his working hours, when appearances had to be upheld and when he was keeping the fortress’s occupants in line. Falling silent as the other spoke once again, his gaze remained fixated on the teapot, lips curling momentarily into another faint smile. ❝ Is that so? I’m glad to hear it. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her, or any of that cake for that matter. I’ll see if I can take Sigewinne with me to come visit her next time I’m up at the surface, then. ❞

It never took long for tea to be prepared, but Wriothesley would rather not keep his surprise guest waiting for too long, as patient as the judge in the other room is. As one who wasn’t there to witness events from a millennia ago, Wriothesley can only imagine - from what stories he heard - how rough the melusines had it during their first years in Fontaine, the mere thought of being outcasted in such a way making his mind swell with a silent mix of pain and fury that he dare not bring voice to. Rather than mentioning such, the duke keeps his focus on Neuvillette’s words, smiling a little at the amusement in the hydro-wielder’s tone. These quiet moments between them never ceased to allow the cryo-user to relax, not stress so much over his usual matters. He was sure to get an earful from Sigewinne, otherwise, knowing well how far the head nurse could go when she wanted something. ❝ Well, I especially look forward to trying it now that my surprise guest has voiced his desire to try it. Hopefully neither the tea nor its server disappoints you, though I’ve been told it tastes good. ❞ And who was he to turn down a good batch of tea?

A momentary silence befalls him as the cups are prepared, the Iudex naturally served first as the tea’s temperature is carefully observed. A mellow, mildly sweet herbal one, if the scent was any indication to him. Neuvillette’s momentary silence doesn’t go unnoticed, Wriothesley’s own sweeping over the other’s frame as he dragged his form to sit in the adjacent seat. The slight shift in the judge’s eyes is telling, though subtle, and the duke doubts it’s a good idea to outwardly question it for now, so the duke simply settles for keeping an eye on the other’s mood. Despite the temporary shift in the other’s gaze, however, Neuvillette’s words bring about a chuckle, one that rumbles deep in his chest as he thinks of an appropriate response to give. ❝ While I’m honored you believe such a thing, I simply saw it more as something that had to change. Let’s not forget the way this place used to be a dumpster fire. There’s still some room for improvement around here, but I’m fairly satisfied with how things are now. ❞ A brief pause. ❝ I suppose the former administrator not signing my discharge papers was good for something, in the end. ❞

[oftwilight]

Considering Wriothesley only came to the surface a few times in the year, Neuvillette thought that sending him something from the surface would be a perfect gift for this holiday season; something that the depths would very rarely ever so much as catch a glimpse of. Thus, when the chance arose, he had a slice of the limited edition, 16 slice cake sent his way along with a couple special blended teas that were said to go well with deserts.

Dear Wriothesley,

Forgive me for not being able to see you, but I do hope these gifts make up for that. Thank you for your hardwork as usual throughout the year, and thank you for the gift that you left for me. I managed to get a slice of this cake before the final piece was taken, so please enjoy it to the fullest.

Signed,

Neuvillette

Christmas was usually seen as a time to spend in the company of family, friends and loved ones, filled with the joyous holiday atmosphere and lively music in hopes of keeping their Christmas spirits high. Those who roamed the surface had often decorated their homes with festive decorations, the buildings throughout Fontaine never ceasing to generate such a lively ambience throughout the city as a result of the various, ongoing celebrations. Memories were a cherished possession amongst the people, and Christmas was always one of the best times to make them.

Of course, not really being one to make stops at the surface too often meant that one often missed out on the opportunity to celebrate the holidays with others, though the duke would never dare to voice such things out loud. While not commemorating such occasions wasn’t a bother to him, perhaps it could feel a bit dull to be working so that others may do so without worry instead. The thought is dismissed as swiftly and as easily as it comes, however. He could always celebrate a day or two late, after all, and he was sure Sigewinne would be relieved at the thought of the duke taking a break.

The thud of his door shutting behind him echoes deeply throughout his office after another day of routine check-ups around the fortress, a long breath escaping him just moments later. Wriothesley was a social man, but the silence his quarters provided was also just as treasured. His coat slips off easily as footsteps pull his frame up the flight of stairs to the office that awaited his arrival, boots hitting the stairs in a careful yet casual manner. While he’s sure that he’d left knowing his private office was empty at the time of his departure to the factory levels, the items sitting meticulously placed on his desk don’t fail to catch his eyes, a sudden curiosity gleaming in them as the note is the first to be picked up.

Just when he’d thought he’d managed to gain the upper hand after last time, too.

Neuvillette’s handwriting is as distinct and elegant as the rest of him, the words the letter delicately-chosen and full of sincerity that suited only the Iudex the way that they did. Both the gifts and the letter bring a smile to his face, his mind wondering if the other had meant to surprise him once more for his own subtle teasing at the duke dropping off his own gift or if this truly was a matter of poor timing. Whatever the case, the letter is placed down in a spot that both allows it to be on display and where it will not be so easily crumpled or stained, gaze soon landing on the cake and the box of tea. Perhaps it was mostly his ramblings and their shared, private moments of tea-sharing, but the Iudex always seemed to know what the duke liked most, and suddenly he feels a bit of shame in the idea of having to toss out the tea’s container when it finally emptied. Maybe he’d hang onto that, too… But for now, in the tranquility the empty room provided, Wriothesley would indulge himself in the gifts the other left for him, his heart subconsciously warming a little upon knowing just how appreciated his work really was.

❝ Merry Christmas, Next time, why don’t we spend it together? ❞

@guhamun :: christmas !!

[oftwilight]

❝ How bold of you, claiming me to be the one acting volatile when you are the one spewing threats at me first. ❞

Serpentine eyes narrow immediately upon hearing the geo archon’s words, the hydra’s fury silent yet building gradually as tensions began to rise. Osial had always been known to be somewhat fickle, his mood often changing with the tides and striking as hard as waves upon a rocky shore, so to say he isn’t surprised or displeased by Rex Lapis’s sudden distrust towards his steadily-increasing mood swings and violent outbursts would have been a lie. Had he not always been a bit temperamental by nature? Perhaps his mood soured somewhat with the constant fear-stricken whispers and hate-filled scowls that the demonic snake had picked up on during his ventures into the small harbor nearby, but Osial would almost like to doubt that such things alone would warrant such harsh words from the primal adeptus. There was a fine line that separated simple mischief from pure malice, after all, yet it was growing more and more difficult to see where the line would be drawn.

But if this was what the archon wanted, then so be it.

A well-toned hand lifts, slowly at first as cold, mauve eyes stare directly into the cor lapis-dyed ones ahead of him, his own silence feeling heavier and louder than it had in years past. It’s hard to read the eyes of a man who wears a heart of stone, even if there’s a hint of concern and hesitation that doesn’t quite reach the infuriated beast. Equanimity gradually gave way to wrath, but it seemed the other was the only one to see the shift in him, whether a hallucination or whatever else it may have been. Hearing the people’s whispers and feeling their glares towards him was painful yet familiar, but to have the person who once claimed to understand him abruptly turn his back…

With those thoughts, Morax’s hand is all but slapped away.

The dark venom that spreads through his form is swift and relentless, working to overtake him not too dissimilar to a cobra’s poison after being injected into its prey. Sharp fangs grit together from behind the pale lips that barely mask it, betraying the composed eyes that almost glare down at the being before him. He’d never been afraid of the cold aura that came with Rex Lapis’s stone heart, one he wore with every comrade he’d allied with and enemy he’d fought against. Ah, but every stone is one day meant to erode away, wasn’t it? Whether from time, experience, or a cruel mix of both, Osial’s unfamiliar desire to see that instance only grew stronger with the current conflict.

❝ You? Eradicate me? What is the point of such a thing when I can scantily recall a time where I ever posed an immediate threat your people? ❞ He can hear the waves as they begin to crash along the nearby shore that bordered the nearby markets and homes, fingers drumming on his thigh in a display of his impatience while his head continues to throb and spin. As his temper sours at this sudden confrontation, so too does the poison embedded deep within his system. ❝ If we go by your current line of logic, Morax, then can you not pose some threat to the mortals below yourself? After all, just because your people worship you, because you yourself and the people you claim to be protecting believe you would not bring them any harm, does not mean it cannot one day happen. Tell me, what would you do then? ❞

@rexcorlapis :: cont.

[oftwilight]

( out at dinner right now, but I’ll get to replies / etc once I’m home !! )

[ydotome]

Gilgamesh “Caster” (ギルガメッシュ / アーチャー) - Fate/Grand Order: Zettai Majuu Sensen Babylonia - Episode 17

[oftwilight]

( I’ll be adding a couple of my old muses (Haydée and an old oc, Astyanax) to my blog !! The pages are still a work in progress, but most of Haydée’s is up as of right now !! )

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nonverbal memes

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[leneemusing]

nonverbal memes

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