[ wriothesley's emotions go from an unnaturally dead calm as he'd been beckoned by the katalyth growth to reach out, before sinking into something close to obvious and unabashed apathy when he and neuvillette find themselves standing at the end of a hallway drenched in moonlight. it's a manor typical of the courts, and almost eerily silent in the dead of night, if it weren't for the glow of a lamp at the end of the hall and the hushed breathing of a third presence between them both.
wriothesley doesn't have to look to know that this particular scene is a memory he'd long since buried beneath the weight of his sins once he'd found his own purpose and salvation. however, it seems the katalyth is keen on bringing perhaps the most fitting and ironic witness to see the whole truth he'd embellished on the stage of the opera epiclese all those decades ago.
soon enough, wriothesley's nerves steel themselves as his emotions seem to do the same, and his first motion is to lift a hand to graze the tips of his fingers along the threshold between the foyer and hallway as his younger self resolves to take his first cautious step forward. small and scrawny fists clench inside a wholly rudimentary version of his usual mechanized gauntlets, cobbled together with spare mechanical parts and old gears, along with a worrying compartment full of nails above each knuckle.
wriothesley himself doesn't try to be discreet about his own movements, not in the way he moves ahead of everyone while still keeping his touch to the wall before walking toward the light. fear seems to manifest a plethora of indescribable emotions and reactions, and wriothesley isn't always immune to his own brand of recklessness in the face of it, especially in the way he seeks to move about the space in a detached manner while he leaves neuvillette behind with his younger self.
the younger wriothesley remains silent as well, albeit for other reasons that are soon clear as he squares his shoulders and slowly starts down the carpeted hall with his hands concealed behind his back. ]
memshare event cw: weird murder vibes
wriothesley doesn't have to look to know that this particular scene is a memory he'd long since buried beneath the weight of his sins once he'd found his own purpose and salvation. however, it seems the katalyth is keen on bringing perhaps the most fitting and ironic witness to see the whole truth he'd embellished on the stage of the opera epiclese all those decades ago.
soon enough, wriothesley's nerves steel themselves as his emotions seem to do the same, and his first motion is to lift a hand to graze the tips of his fingers along the threshold between the foyer and hallway as his younger self resolves to take his first cautious step forward. small and scrawny fists clench inside a wholly rudimentary version of his usual mechanized gauntlets, cobbled together with spare mechanical parts and old gears, along with a worrying compartment full of nails above each knuckle.
wriothesley himself doesn't try to be discreet about his own movements, not in the way he moves ahead of everyone while still keeping his touch to the wall before walking toward the light. fear seems to manifest a plethora of indescribable emotions and reactions, and wriothesley isn't always immune to his own brand of recklessness in the face of it, especially in the way he seeks to move about the space in a detached manner while he leaves neuvillette behind with his younger self.
the younger wriothesley remains silent as well, albeit for other reasons that are soon clear as he squares his shoulders and slowly starts down the carpeted hall with his hands concealed behind his back. ]