WIP wednesday
I was tagged by @lunar-gl1tch and I write so sporadically and rarely finish anything anymore but you know what? Sure why not
With the obvious disclaimer that I have no idea if this will ever get finished, here is what I've been working on:
A familiar voice whispered, not quite in his ear, but very close, “Interesting conversation?” Heinrix didn’t flinch, even though Vesalius had actually managed, somehow, to catch him by surprise. “It’s been illuminating.” If he hadn’t known any better, he might think the other man had used his biomancy to either mask his own presence or dull Heinrix’s senses, or both. Vesalius wasn’t usually inclined towards such mischief, but a quick glance at him and the upward twitch of his lip told Heinrix that that was exactly what he had done. “You know, I appreciate everything you do, but it is a party. You’re allowed to relax.” “They call it the unsleeping eye of the Inquisition for a reason.” “Which is why I was able to sneak up on you, I’m sure,” Vesalius teased. “You seem distracted tonight.” Fighting down something that felt suspiciously close to guilt, Heinrix finally turned towards him and got a good look at him for the first time all night. He was wearing a finely embroidered green vest over a black shirt with billowing sleeves. It made his already unusually pale skin look nearly bone white and brought the green out in eyes Heinrix had previously thought were brown. Someone -- probably the same person who had managed to wrangle him into that outfit -- had gone after his hair with equal ruthlessness, because his red curls were arranged with a sort of deliberately mussed but stylish air that the man had never voluntarily inflicted on himself in the time Heinrix had known him. Even the metal of his jaw looked as though it’d been given a good polish. Vesalius’s eyes widened slightly and Heinrix realized that he had been staring and glanced away. “Alright,” Vesalius said. “You can tell me. How bad is it?” Heinrix stared at a fixed point on the far wall behind Vesalius. “It’s-- you don’t-- you look fine.” Vesalius was quiet for a long moment before visibly relaxing and saying, “Well, that’s a relief. To be honest, I feel like I’m at a masquerade ball.” Heinrix looked at the people around them, most of whom were up to some scheme or another -- and those were just the ones he knew of. “I don't think you're too far off.” “Maybe not,” Vesalius said with a laugh, “but I still feel very out of place.” “You deserve to be here as much as anyone else does.” “After talking to a few of these nobles, that almost sounds like an insult.” Heinrix smiled before he could stop himself. “I didn’t mean for it to be.”
I just think......... I should have been able to romance him....... in my first playthrough. I just think Vesalius and Heinrix are perfect for each other..... OWLCAT............. *hiding a baseball bat behind my back* I JUST WANT TO TALK
And I tag whoever feels like doing this, I'm not sure who all is currently writing and don't want to put anyone on the spot