I... I'm not sure I'm in a dancing mood. It would be more for background noise. [ to drown out... everything. his own thoughts, mostly. ] All I really need, Neuvillette, is you. [ he just wants to cuddle you. [ he takes his hand and squeezes it, leading him to greed. once inside, he brings him straight to his bedroom... closing and locking the door before he shoves neuvillette against it and just clings to him. he doesn't cry, but he's almost at his breaking point. ]
[ He sets the bottles aside so he can focus his energy and attention on hugging Wriothesley in return, letting his tail wrap around him to keep him secured in Neuvillette's embrace as his hand brushes down his back. ]
I do love you, Wriothesley, more than words and actions can express. I wish I had eternity to let you know. I do not wish to lose you. Not to this town nor its machinations. I want to be with you for the rest of what time you have left.
...you will, Monsieur. I'm yours. From now until forever. [ he shuts his eyes. he's just so tired. ] And you don't have to worry about that. I just need a good night's rest. I'll be find in the morning. [ he pulls away, dragging neuvillette over to the bed with him, so he can just... flop onto it. he doesn't care that they haven't changed and he really doesn't care about the tea or the music - they can get to all that, eventually. right now, he needs needs to lay down. ]
[ He allows himself to be dragged and rolls them over slightly so he can let Wriothesley rest his head on his chest. He may not have bountiful big naturals like Wriothesley himself or Dr. Ratio, but he hopes they're still good enough to be a cozy pillow as he brushes his fingers through Wriothesley's hair. ]
You do not have to rush to be fine. You will be fine whenever your mind and body allow. Take all the time you need to recover. I will not go anywhere, I promise.
[ it's not about how bountiful it is. it's about who it belongs to, and this chest belongs to neuvillette, so that's all that matters. he lays his head on his chest, shutting his eyes and inhaling and exhaling slowly and steadily - as if trying to calm down. ] ...I'm alright. This isn't the first and we both know it's not going to be the last time I'm feeling like this. Whether we want to admit it or not.
I know, but I wish none of us had to endure it every few days. I wish I could whisk you to a cave in the bottom of the ocean and keep you safe there instead, but that is impractical.
All I can ever hope to offer are these moments in between where I can try and make you forget the worst of it. Close your eyes and think of an evening in the quiet of your office, listening to the water flow just outside your walls as you sip on your favorite tea blend.
Heh. I'm sure this isn't the first time you've thought about doing that.
[ his mind is going a mile a minute, so even though neuvillette is trying to help him clear it he really doesn't think he'll be able to. ] Why don't I put the music on? ...and we can actually make the tea. You did bring those bottles of water over and I'd hate for them to go to waste.
[ he knows it's pointless to argue. neuvillette isn't going to let him do anything and a part of him appreciates that. ] Alright. And in the kitchen should be some gotu kola tea I took from the tea house. I had written the steeping instructions on a small piece of paper and attached them to the mason jar I put the loose leaves into.
[ He leaves the music playing while he disappears into the kitchen to make Wriothesley tea the way he likes it –with two sugars and his own imported water as a fresh base.
He brings it up a moment later and leaves it on Wriothesley's nightstand before starting to undress himself and stealing some of Wriothesley's pajamas...although, he really ought to leave his own here at this point, but he likes Wriothesley's smell more. ]
[ as soon as neuvillette takes his leave wriothesley swings his legs over the side of the bed and sighs, shutting his eyes as he leans forward until his forehead touches his knees. it stays like that for a moment, trying ( once again ) to clear his head. when he can't he sits up and strips, throwing his clothes into the corner and finding a pair of sweatpants to put on. ]
[ he flops back onto the bed, listening to the music and waiting for his dragon to return. ] Hm? As long as you promise to sit on me while you do it.
I do not believe you mean that provocatively, but I can and will indulge you in a more provocative fashion when you feel better.
[ For now, he nudges Wriothesley onto his stomach and sits on his ass, making himself cozy. He then summons some viscous lubricating water to his fingers and warms it up on his palms before setting his hands on Wriothesley's shoulders to start rubbing them. ]
I do not. [ he lets himself be nudged. enjoy all that cake, neuvillette, it's bound to make for a comfortable seat. ] ...mm, it feels good, Monsieur. [ he does lament not being able to drink his tea, but he supposes he can enjoy this for a few minutes and then buck his dragon off before it gets too cold. ] Where did you learn to give massages like this?
[ He presses his palms inwards towards Wriothesley's spine as he rubs Wriothesley's shoulder muscles kneading them gently before slowly working his way down his spine. ]
The one who taught me how touch with such intimacy and warmth is yourself. I always feel secure with your hands on me or in your embrace, making me wonder why I had feared this for so long.
[ His fingers linger on the center of his spine, rubbing slow circles as he leans down to nuzzle the back of Wriothesley's neck with his nose. ]
I hope to one day offer you the same feeling of safety and home that you do to me. Perhaps, you will call me something more intimate than "Monsieur" then.
[ he bites his lip to stifle a groan as neuvillette massages him, ] I... I didn't think you were interested in pet names, but... [ or maybe that's just him being a little nervous? ] Is there something you'd like me to call you? My love, perhaps?
I would not be opposed...or beloved. Anything besides my usual titles. It is strange for my housemates to refer to me in less formal terms than my mate, especially since we often share a bed or nest.
Or would you prefer I revert to calling you "Your Grace" instead of your given name?
Do they all just call you Neuvillette? ...h- heh, there's some appeal to being called your Grace while you're in thr throes of passion, I'll be honest. Wriothesley is fine though... and if you'd like me to call you my beloved [ he gives him another chaste kiss. ] then I think I can do that.
And other nicknames from time to time... [ Note to self: call Wriothesley by his title more often in bed. ] Eventually, I would not be opposed to being referred to as your husband if you are not opposed, though I understand such formalities are difficult to achieve in this world. There would have to be documentation drawn up and a ceremony to formalize the union.
I am also currently the only one who could notarize the union, though this town is far outside my jurisdiction, but given the extenuating circumstances, I could– now, is not the proper time to consider it, is it? Forgive me for allowing my thoughts to run.
Husband is... [ a jump? maybe?? but they are already mates, so this really isn't that big of a change. it would just be solidifying their bond in a more 'human' way. still, his face colors at the prospect. ]
We can talk about that more later, since it'll be a little... involved. It's fine Neuvillette. I don't mind. I think it might be prudent to weight the pros and cons of doing so here vs. Fontaine. I'm sure Sigewinne would be upset if she missed us taking a step like that without her present.
I would not wish for her or any of the Melusines to miss it either...
[ He moves on his side so he can pull Wriothesley backwards into his own chest and spoon him from behind, his tail winding around his thigh a few times. ]
I just do not wish to live another moment without being yours and you mine nor for the formal distance between us to return.
[ he squirms enough to free his tail, which swishes idly between his legs as neuvillette's own winds around his thigh. ] I think we should save a proper ceremony for home, but that doesn't mean we can't do something special here... prior to marriage I have heard that people exchange promise rings. It's something given with intent of fulfillment... in this case, an eventual marriage. I'll promise to be yours and you promise to be mine... not that we haven't already, but it's a bit more formal.
Rings would be a nice compromise, assuming you we do not spend the rest of your lifetime here. I would do all in my power to see us both home safely before that.
What sort of ring would you like? I can gather raw materials while exploring, though the gemstones may be more difficult to procure.
I don't think we'll be here forever. [ he's not going to think that negatively. ] I'm just not sure when we'll be able to get home.
I don't need anything too fancy. A dark band would be fine. I fight with my fists, Neuvillette, so having something with a gemstone, however small, would do more harm than good.
We can at least engrave it with something meaningful –perhaps each other's constellations? I would not be opposed to an turquoise or gem silica stone on mine, though I will have to wear it on a chain when I swim to keep it from getting lost.
...oh, I like that. I'm not sure how we're going to get them engraved here, but we can figure that out later. [ getting the rings is the first ( and most important ) step. ] Whatever precious gem or stone you choose I could always have my band inlaid with some of it, so they still match.
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I do love you, Wriothesley, more than words and actions can express. I wish I had eternity to let you know. I do not wish to lose you. Not to this town nor its machinations. I want to be with you for the rest of what time you have left.
Please do not lose yourself. I could not bear it.
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You do not have to rush to be fine. You will be fine whenever your mind and body allow. Take all the time you need to recover. I will not go anywhere, I promise.
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All I can ever hope to offer are these moments in between where I can try and make you forget the worst of it. Close your eyes and think of an evening in the quiet of your office, listening to the water flow just outside your walls as you sip on your favorite tea blend.
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[ his mind is going a mile a minute, so even though neuvillette is trying to help him clear it he really doesn't think he'll be able to. ] Why don't I put the music on? ...and we can actually make the tea. You did bring those bottles of water over and I'd hate for them to go to waste.
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[ He kisses Wriothesley on the forehead before slipping out from underneath him and walking over to his gramophone to put a nice, relaxing song on. ]
Which tea blend would you like to drink? You can undress while I prepare it for you.
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...thank you Monsieur.
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[ He leaves the music playing while he disappears into the kitchen to make Wriothesley tea the way he likes it –with two sugars and his own imported water as a fresh base.
He brings it up a moment later and leaves it on Wriothesley's nightstand before starting to undress himself and stealing some of Wriothesley's pajamas...although, he really ought to leave his own here at this point, but he likes Wriothesley's smell more. ]
Would you like a shoulder rub while you drink?
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[ he flops back onto the bed, listening to the music and waiting for his dragon to return. ] Hm? As long as you promise to sit on me while you do it.
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[ For now, he nudges Wriothesley onto his stomach and sits on his ass, making himself cozy. He then summons some viscous lubricating water to his fingers and warms it up on his palms before setting his hands on Wriothesley's shoulders to start rubbing them. ]
How is that?
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The one who taught me how touch with such intimacy and warmth is yourself. I always feel secure with your hands on me or in your embrace, making me wonder why I had feared this for so long.
[ His fingers linger on the center of his spine, rubbing slow circles as he leans down to nuzzle the back of Wriothesley's neck with his nose. ]
I hope to one day offer you the same feeling of safety and home that you do to me. Perhaps, you will call me something more intimate than "Monsieur" then.
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Or would you prefer I revert to calling you "Your Grace" instead of your given name?
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I am also currently the only one who could notarize the union, though this town is far outside my jurisdiction, but given the extenuating circumstances, I could– now, is not the proper time to consider it, is it? Forgive me for allowing my thoughts to run.
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We can talk about that more later, since it'll be a little... involved. It's fine Neuvillette. I don't mind. I think it might be prudent to weight the pros and cons of doing so here vs. Fontaine. I'm sure Sigewinne would be upset if she missed us taking a step like that without her present.
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[ He moves on his side so he can pull Wriothesley backwards into his own chest and spoon him from behind, his tail winding around his thigh a few times. ]
I just do not wish to live another moment without being yours and you mine nor for the formal distance between us to return.
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Rings would be a nice compromise, assuming you we do not spend the rest of your lifetime here. I would do all in my power to see us both home safely before that.
What sort of ring would you like? I can gather raw materials while exploring, though the gemstones may be more difficult to procure.
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I don't need anything too fancy. A dark band would be fine. I fight with my fists, Neuvillette, so having something with a gemstone, however small, would do more harm than good.
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