rain and lingering kisses for wriolette :)
𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 , the Meropide's duke gazes upon Neuvillette with a mixture of awe & longing. ice-blue eyes trace the Iudex's every exquisite detail : his lashes, the softness of his highlights, the gentle curve of his lips … until his hand tenderly holds his chin. their lips meeting soon after, merging in a lingering & impassioned kiss. / time, at this moment, seems to hesitate ; the world fading into insignificance as Wriothesley savours the intoxicating taste of his beloved. ⸻ a bittersweet reminder of the deep affection he holds for Neuvillette & how fate only grants them a few moments like these.
𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 , Wriothesley encounters consolation in the simple knowledge that, out of so many, he was chosen by Neuvillette. their embrace feels like a divine affirmation of this : a testimony to the profound bond between their hearts & the ties that bind them to one another. / the soothing touch of his beloved's fingertips against his cheek unleashing an overture of desires within him, igniting a fervour that burns brighter than the sun. so … in this stolen second, the warden makes a solemn vow : to become Neuvillette's most persistent watchdog, his uncompromising champion, & the secure sanctuary where his being can always find ease amidst life's tempests.
𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : the embodiment of nightmares, retribution, & earthly torment. over & over again, he contemplates how someone as pristine & devoted as Neuvillette could endow him with this indefatigable affection … especially when he feels so utterly undeserving. & yet : over & over again … the Iudex's love enacts wonders on the administrator's heavy heart, fostering an oasis in his desolate existence. like a wounded beast finding relief in a tender touch, he is profoundly thankful. perpetually indebted. infinitely enamoured. & his wretched nature finds peace in the canopy of Neuvillette's steady arms, in his loving touch, his soft lips & his sweet taste.
𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 as the duke tastes the sweet nectar of courage & vulnerability ; drawing Neuvillette closer as their mouths meld in an enchanting ballet of swirling tongues ⸻ a waltz of yearning & tenderness. Wriothesley's touch, a tender caress upon the Chief Justice's frame, emanates with gentleness & reverence as if tracing sacred verses upon a hallowed tome. only when the administrator reluctantly pulls apart does he rest his forehead against his beloved's, panting, — wholly breathless —, & with his heart racing. cupping Neuvillette's visage in his hands : he looks deep into his eyes, his thumbs brushing back & forth in his cheeks when he whispers a barely-there ... ❛ I love you. ❜
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