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|| me reading owen's oc && writing a starter for him makes me want to make a fontaine dueleist oc, cause i want to see more duelist in fontaine, after all it seemed they were hand picked by furina && neuvilette . MIHOYO WHERE ARE THEY???

#. ooc #voileau #give us more of the duelistsss

❝ there’s no shortage of strange happenings these days. ❞ (for neuvi! and also michel's main verse v1)

tears of the kingdom┊accepting ( @voileau )

❝ that is quite true, though i can't say i'm particularly surprised either. ❞

neuvillette just let out a quiet sigh, the topic of their discussion obvious even though it goes unsaid. while he had hoped dearly that the prophecy was wrong or simply a myth, it's clear now that it is in fact all too real and happening quicker than anyone expected. seeing the land be swallowed by the rising waves was simply a part of life now, and the iudex felt a deep uneasiness at the thought that fontaine's fate was already sealed before they could do anything about it.

❝ what about you, sir william ? i can only imagine the strange things you must see during your patrols. ❞

#voileau #still hilarious that the prophecy was that french ppl must be liquefied lmfao #» neuvillette ━ ic.

@voileau: walks up behind wriothesley and leans forward — purposefully pressing the right side of his chest against the duke's back. a large hand hovers just barely over the man's hip. "what are you reading?" spoken directly into a fluffy ear: warm, brown eyes gazing down at whatever was in his hands.

𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 - 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞 to be caught off guard. a combination of over a decade in prison and lupine hearing made it difficult for anyone to sneak up on him, if not nigh on impossible. but wriothesley was entirely too guilty these days - guilty of letting his walls drop around someone who fit the bill for 'sent here to assassinate him' pretty perfectly. and yet, the warden did it anyway - almost as if his body wouldn't allow him to be anything but relaxed and enchanted in michel's presence - almost as if that despite being as lethal as him, he saw no threat there - only warmth and comfort and a want to... to... what? open his cage doors? it was all too philosophical for wriothesley to ponder, even if it was a tome of classical natlan literature in his hand that he was trying to puzzle through. too much critical thinking was bad for the soul sometimes.

strong chest bumps against his robed back ( dressed down, at the desk in his personal quarters, for the night grew long ), and wriothesley does not jerk - for it's michel's familiar scent that fills his nostrils, ebs into his bones, and he can only sigh as he turns a page. his ears do give him away though, fluffy appendages twitching towards the fatuus deep voice and body almost leaning back into him on reflex. almost. ❝ a classic natlan love story - though there is a bit too much fighting in it for my taste. ❞ the tome clicks shut with a resounding snap, and he turns.

angling his body upwards, the duke catches the curl of his lips against michel's own, breathing out the most relieved of sighs at the sensation. warm frame tilts into him, and wriothesley turns around fully so he might wrap his arms about the younger, pulling him against his body to nose at his jaw. he knows michel is nowhere near as touchy as he, so wriothesley always allows the spy the opportunity to pull away on his own terms. still - sometimes the duke can't help but sink into his presence. ❝ you were gone longer than usual this time. did something happen? ❞ he mutters softly, glacial eyes warmed in the low light of his bedroom, but the translation is obvious: i missed you. are you hurt?