( you're always welcome here, neuvillette. the words echo, searing deep into his heart and sparking an inexplicable warmth and surge of affection that he cannot deny. in the absence of pressing national matters, their relationship to each other is front and center, demanding focus and care.
neuvillette is still figuring out the subtleties of such an entanglement, the ramification of it and what it means to be summoned so easily to his side. this time, the primordial sea is out of the picture, and perhaps an argument can be made that the safety of karteria's citizens are of utmost concern, and therefore wriothesley's continued well-being is crucial, but he cannot bring himself to believe it. wriothesley's well-being matters to him, first.
he makes his way to wriothesley's apartment and lets himself in quietly, locking the door behind him. the place is cozy, silent, and unmistakably wriothesley's, even if it's nowhere as spartan as when he had first visited it. he seeks him out and finds him quickly enough, a sleeping, vulnerable man with his tail on full display, ears flattened as if seeking warmth, something, someone.
neuvillette doesn't hesitate, seating himself very gently on the edge of the bed beside him, a large bottle of purified water set on the nightstand just for him. his gloves are the next to be divested, set aside neatly by the bottle. his hand comes to curl in that messy mop of dark hair, stroking those flattened ears. he offers the comfort that wriothesley seeks, tender and unhurried. his thumb smooths over the outline of it, fingers massaging the base.
there, there. he's here. there's nothing for him to worry about. )
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neuvillette is still figuring out the subtleties of such an entanglement, the ramification of it and what it means to be summoned so easily to his side. this time, the primordial sea is out of the picture, and perhaps an argument can be made that the safety of karteria's citizens are of utmost concern, and therefore wriothesley's continued well-being is crucial, but he cannot bring himself to believe it. wriothesley's well-being matters to him, first.
he makes his way to wriothesley's apartment and lets himself in quietly, locking the door behind him. the place is cozy, silent, and unmistakably wriothesley's, even if it's nowhere as spartan as when he had first visited it. he seeks him out and finds him quickly enough, a sleeping, vulnerable man with his tail on full display, ears flattened as if seeking warmth, something, someone.
neuvillette doesn't hesitate, seating himself very gently on the edge of the bed beside him, a large bottle of purified water set on the nightstand just for him. his gloves are the next to be divested, set aside neatly by the bottle. his hand comes to curl in that messy mop of dark hair, stroking those flattened ears. he offers the comfort that wriothesley seeks, tender and unhurried. his thumb smooths over the outline of it, fingers massaging the base.
there, there. he's here. there's nothing for him to worry about. )