hellhoundr

[hellhoundr]

@sourcewater: it has only been a week since then, and neuvillette’s thoughts wander more frequently as a result. an occasional glance at the ruby ring around his finger relieved him of all stress in this ever - changing world; lifts the burdens now shouldered in newfound position. their visits to one another became … different, but more profound. deeper did their yearning grow on days spent apart, and more intimate the hours went. it was everything he could ask for. the hydro sovereign slides his hand into wriothesley’s, quietly admiring how utterly perfect their rings look nestled next to one another. a slow lift of hand towards his face, then hydro - infused lips press to the duke’s finger —— lilac gaze burning with an intensity that compelled him to hold his beloved’s gaze. mine. mine. mine.

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥   𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬   𝐨𝐟   the   ring   that   adorns   his   finger   -   wriothesley   feels   a   weight   with   it   -   the   impossible   heaviness   of   holding   the   heart   of   the   hydro   sovereign   and   great   iudex   of   fontaine   within   his   hand.   yet   the   duke   does   not   view   it   as   a   burden   -   nay,   it   is   a   blessing,   a   gift,   that   neuvillette   has   chosen   him   -   him   -   to   spend   the   rest   of   wriothesley's   life   with.   few   occasions   have   truly   filled   the   fortress   administrator   with   glee   -   but   that?   neuvillette's   acceptance   of   his   proposal   was   a   sort   of   elation   that   he   could   not   possibly   begin   to   describe,   or   fathom.   or   understand.   all   he   could   do   was   feel   -   and   for   once,   wriothesley   was   not   frightened   of   it.   

ㅤㅤㅤmad   wolf   as   he   was,   the   warden   bares   no   teeth   for   neuvillette,   only   watches   him   with   those   lunar   orbs,   a   ghost   of   a   smile   playing   across   his   lips   and   a   man   made   of   ice   softens   -   warm,   content,   loved.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝   is   it   true-   ❞   he   finds   himself   teasing,   reaching   forward   with   his   free   hand   to   tuck   a   bit   of   the   iudex's   perfect   hair   behind   the   shell   of   a   pointed   ear.   the   act   is   so   domestic   -   so   tender.   oh,   wriothesley   wants   to   take   care   of   neuvillette   until   the   world   shatters   to   pieces   around   them,   ❝   that   dragons   like   to   hoard   shiny   things?   should   i   bring   you   more   rings?   or   does   this   -   ❞   a   squeeze   of   neuvillette's   hand,   at   the   same   time   wriothesley   leans   forward   -   to   align   his   lips   with   that   ear,   husking   out   his   devotion,   ❝   convey   my   love   appropriately   enough   for   all   the   world   to   see?   ❞

#sourcewater #♥ [ . . . ] 𝐃𝐘𝐍. sourcewater / where the moon meets the sea #𝐕𝐈. [ . . . ] answered / #𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] verse / i. main the duke #feels good to write the old man yaoi again ok

[hellhoundr]

the people are begging for owen's and i's wrio.lette and i am here to deliver

#fear not #i will provide the old man yaoi #𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] out of character /

[hellhoundr]

i know i haven't been around but lantern rite made me miss wrio. so. that will be changing. anyways look at him and his neuviladle.

#the quest chain was so #heart warming and unhinged #𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] out of character /

[hellhoundr]

wrio proposing to neuvi on his birfday? ✅

#now we just have to wait for Owen to wake up and answer it #knocks the dust off wrio #𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] out of character /

[hellhoundr]

hi, hi, lazy promo for a lazy writer. sage here with a brand new blog, in a brand new community. if you're interested in writing with a new cyno from genshin impact with canon - compliance and some portrayal divergencies. feel free to like & reblog and we will check out your blog!! happy writing ♥

#good morning this is my partner and their first little wiggle into the genshin fandom #they are both a splendid writer and even better person #please follow them and give them a warm welcome #or else :) #𝐗𝐕. [ . . . ] promo /

[hellhoundr]

           𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫   𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬   𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞   𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬   𝐚   𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭   brutal   thing,   yet   the   bloody   scratch   marks,   the   vivid   red   bites,   the   lasting   soreness   and   bruises   -   they   all   spoke   unprecedented   volumes   of   a   mutual   sort   of   tenderness,   of   possession   -   that   ran   thick   within   their   veins.   it   was   true   for   them   both,   wriothesley   knew   this   -   but   he   also   knew   that   he   did   not   deserve   to   covet   the   man   beneath   him,   even   when   his   instincts   spoke   otherwise.   still,   that   did   not   stop   him   from   relishing   this   -   from   relishing   the   way   neuvillette   fractures   underneath   his   touch   -   the   perfect   bow   of   his   beautiful   frame   searing   into   the   duke's   glacial   gaze.   his   pace   is   brutal   now   -   nigh   on   punishing,   heat   coiled   tight   in   his   gut   as   that   high   swells   through   him,   the   crest   of   a   tide   boiling   in   his   veins   but   he   waits   -   he   waits   because   he   is   good,   and   he   does   what   neuvillette   asks,   always,   even   when   it's   his   length   pounding   into   tight,   hot,   wetness...   archons,   he   wanted   to   make   neuvillette   his   and   his   only,   wanted   to   make   sure   it   was   only   his   bites,   his   bruises,   his   spend   that   marked   the   being   beneath   him.

                                 the   command   is   met   with   a   growl.   

           hands   now   fly   to   svelte   hips,   digging   hard   into   them   as   he   pulls   the   judge's   pale   frame   to   meet   every   piston   of   his   hips,   every   upward   movement   that   sent   jolts   of   pleasure   down   his   spine.   his   tail   wags   fiercely   behind   him,   and   as   that   wave   of   pleasure   crests   over   the   shore   -   wriothesley   bites   down,   the   brunt   of   sharp   canines   piercing   silky   flesh   at   the   judges   throat   when   a   loud,   unfettered   groan   leaves   him.   hips   continue   to   roll   -   fucking   his   release   deeper   inside   wet   heat,   claiming   more,   claiming   further,   until   the   fire   of   pleasure   starts   to   burn,   and   the   duke   whimpers.   slowly,   ever   so   slowly,   his   hips   roll   to   a   stop,   body   slouching   against   the   form   beneath   him,   and   an   apologetic   kiss   laid   upon   the   brutal   bite   he'd   left   vivid   upon   neuvillette's   throat   (   just   high   enough   that   his   jabot   could   not   fully   cover   it   ).   hot,   heavy   breaths   part   his   lips,   and   though   wriothesley   still   remains   buried   deep   inside,   that   doesn't   stop   him   from   raising   his   head,   almost   sheepish   as   he   peers   down   at   the   other.

           he   wants   to   kiss   him   so   badly.   but   as   always,   he   resists,   instead   fluttering   his   lips   along   a   strong   jaw.   ❝   sorry   scales,   ❞   comes   his   rough   voice,   still   husked   with   pleasure.   ❝   i   have   a   hard   time...   holding   back   when   it   comes   to   you.   ❞   what   he   would   give,   to   sink   their   mouths   together,   to   let   neuvillette   feel   the   out   pour   of   his   tenderness   and   adoration   in   the   wake   of   their   passions.   alas   -   wriothesley   simply   settles   for   staring,   brushing   a   few   damp   hairs   from   the   judge's   face.   beautiful.   he   thinks.   and   too   good   for   this   world.   too   good   for   me.

      his  mind  was  enclosed  by  a  pleasant  haze    ——    vishap  gaze  clouded  in  desire,  body  molding  itself  to  wriothesley’s  musculature  with  desperation.  if  he  were  unable  to  relish  his  lips  brushing  over  the  duke’s,  then  he  would  make  him  memorize  every  curve,  muscle,  &  scale  covering  pale  skin.  luminescent  were  violet  draconic  orbs;  claws  possessively  raking  down  lover’s  back    ——    long,  crimson  lines  left  behind.  need,  want,  need,  want  were  his  primal  hungers.  to  be  taken,  to  be  wanted  even  if  his  grace  did  not  exactly  reciprocate.  fontaine’s  waters  harbor  the  most  intense  emotions  &  memories,  &  right  now    ——    in  the  throes  of  pleasure,  neuvillette  was  gradually  losing  his  grip  on  the  impervious  barrier  protecting  such  a  fragile  soul.  coveting  to  devour  every  groan  parting  wriothesley’s  lips,  yet he  places  his  own  on  another  area  of  his  body:  never  where  they  wanted  them  to  be.

the  bed  creaked  in  tandem  with  every  brutal  thrust    ——    crimson  sheets  ruined  /  torn;  a  layer  of  sweat  covering  neuvillette’s  body.  every  noise  drawn  out  of  his  throat  was  animalistic:  baser  instincts  clawing  viciously  at  the  remaining  slivers  of  reason  /  self - control.  silver - white  hair  cascades  over  his  shoulder  as  head  tilts    ——    giving  wriothesley  unrestricted  access  to  place  yet  another  lurid  mark  amongst  the  dozen  covering  his  neck.  loud  gasps  roll  out  of  neuvillette’s  sore  throat  at  this  position:  lower  half  raised.  one  claw  drops  down  to  the  sheets    ——    tearing  into  fabric,  &  the  other  tangled  in  black  hair.  his  cunt  yearns  for  more  from  wriothesley,  &  when  that  man  pleaded  to  him  something  snapped  &  neuvillette  mustered  enough  strength  to  moan    ——    as  orgasm  shatters  his  sense  of  self  into  a  million  pieces,  heat  dragging  the  duke’s  cock  further  in  so pulling out would be difficult,

                                               “   c - cum.   ”

#sourcewater #♥ [ . . . ] 𝐃𝐘𝐍. sourcewater / where the moon meets the sea #𝐕𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] thread / #𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] verse / i. main the duke #nsfw //

[hellhoundr]

thinking about:

wrio: do you require me to personally deal with a criminal?

neuvi: *stern wifely voice of wifeness* wr.iothesley.

wrio: 🐶

#I loved that exchange so much #wrio: I’m big and dangerous and can be lethal for you #neuvi gave him the equivalent of ‘no - bad dog’ or ‘down boy.’ and he listened #𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] out of character /

[hellhoundr]

@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?   

                      ❝   you   came   just   at   the   right   time   you   know   -   i   was   brewing   some   of   your   favorite   tea.   for   no   reason   at   all.   ❞

#voileau #𝐕𝐈. [ . . . ] answered / #𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] verse / i. main the duke #voileau dyn tbt #god he's down so bad someone help him

[hellhoundr]

apologies for all the ooc and lack of writing these past few days, here is wrio's butt as compensation.

#i'm not gonna write anything tonight despite having the urge too i am just exhausted from going back to work #forgive me i will chip away at some stuff tomorrow i prommy #the want and urge to do the writing is there #i am just on low battery... figuratively. #entering standby mode or whatever #𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] out of character /

[hellhoundr]

#love the contrast of these two scenes #their opinions on this matter differs if you ask me #the thin line of judgment vs justice that they both walk is so good #okay bye #𝐈. [ . . . ] visage / #gif warning

[hellhoundr]

@dualisume: " is there a tea you can recommend~?"

           𝐢𝐟   𝐨𝐧𝐞   𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭   𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞   𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝   𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲   a   month   or   so   ago   that   the   the   (   former   )   hydro   archon   would   be   standing   in   his   office,   requesting   his   opinion   on   teas   (   of   which   he   had   many   )   he   probably   would've   punched   them   in   the   face   for   wasting   his   time.   then   again,   fontaine   had   changed   as   quickly   as   the   weather   for   them   -   in   no   small   thanks   to   @sourcewater's   mercurial   moods   of   course   -   so   he   supposes   it   was   now   no   longer...   out   of   the   realm   of   possibility.   still,   even   wriothesley   can't   hide   his...   well,   surprise.   and   wriothesley   is   never   surprised   these   days   -   but   he   supposes   the   plight   of   mortals   was   to   be   just   that.   there   really   was   no   such   thing   as   'never'   for   them,   especially   for   furina   de   fontaine   and   all   she   had   given.

           it's   almost   strange,   the   way   his   icy   and   intense   gaze   softens,   taking   in   her   slight   stature   -   all   the   trappings   of   glamour   that   had   been   her   existence   and   still   remained,   to   some   degree.   still,   wriothesley   knows   things   now...   and   her   silence   at   his   trial   all   those   years   ago,   well,   now   that   makes   a   lot   more   sense.   ❝   depends.   ❞   he   crosses   his   arms   over   his   chest,   leaning   backwards   in   his   chair,   ❝   are   you   asking   as   a   singer   who   wants   to   soothe   her   vocal   cords,   or   just   a   pretty   miss   looking   to   enjoy   some   fine   tea?   i   can   give   you   an   answer   for   both   -   though   admittedly,   one   is   going   to   taste   much   worse   than   the   other.   ❞   a   playfully   wolfish   flash   of   teeth,   as   if   he   isn't   already   digging   around   in   his   desk   drawer   to   produce   a   various   array   of   pressed   leaves   for   the   kettle.

#𝐕𝐈. [ . . . ] answered / #𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] verse / i. main the duke #dualisume #10000000 years later #hope she's ready to get infodumped too about tea

[hellhoundr]

           𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞   𝐚𝐫𝐞   𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲   𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞   𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬   that   come   with   being   the   partner   of   an   all   powerful   dragon   sovereign.   some   were   charming   and   blatant   -   neuvillette's   tendency   to   get   mouthy,   the   way   his   tail   too   often   betrayed   him,   or   sweet   little   rumbling   purrs   that   too   gave   the   dragon's   pleasure   way...   others,   wriothesley   had   to   look   for,   had   to   understand.   for   the   most   part   -   the   iudex   did   a   fine   job   of   melding   into   the   society   he   needed   to   be   impartial   from,   exhibiting   distinctly   human   traits   in   distinctly   human   ways   that   the   duke   found   irrevocably   adorable   and   utterly   impossible   to   deny.   but   sometimes   there   were   reminders   -   little   hints   that   the   man   he   took   to   bed,   the   dragon   he   loved   with   every   fiber   of   his   wicked   heart,   was   one   of   the   seven   sovereigns   -   more   powerful   than   any   archon   and   with   venom   on   his   tongue   for   the   kingdom   in   their   sky.

           it'd   been   going   on   for   as   long   as   he   can   remember   now   -   but   he'd   never   really   noticed   it   until   recently.   maybe   it   was   because   the   entirety   of   neuvillette's   authority   had   been   returned   to   him,   but   regardless   -   the   past   few   times   had   been   visceral   enough   that   wriothesley   knew   it   was   time   to...   say   something.   over   the   years,   using   his   vision   had   come   to   him   as   easy   as   breathing,   and   though   he'd   learned   to   fight   without   it,   hadn't   really   even   started   mastering   it   until   his   sentence   at   meropide   had   ended,   wielding   cryo   alongside   his   fists   was   a   simple   matter.   it   was   the   perfect   element   for   wriothesley   too   -   sharp,   dangerous,   frostfire   hot   and   unforgiving   in   the   face   of   everything.   he'd   used   it   recently   before   coming   topside   to   visit   his   lover   -   a   small   spat   that   needed   settling   between   some   prisoners   -   a   few   frost   accented   punches   had   evened   them   out,   and   then   he'd   been   on   off   -   whistling   with   his   hands   in   his   pockets   all   the   way   to   palais   mermonia,   much   to   sigewinne's   chagrin.

           now   -   wriothesley   was   used   to   neuvillette   being   handsy.   and   he   didn't   mind   in   the   slightest.   but   he   had   not   expected   to   be   accosted   the   second   he'd   entered   the   room,   the   vishap's   eyes   dilated,   his   coat   (   and   vision   )   falling   to   the   floor   with   claws   that   had   figured   out   the   clasps   a   little   too   quickly.   there   was   something   wild   about   his   lover   in   his   moment,   something   utterly   untamed,   and   even   wriothesley   doesn't   have   the   strength   to   push   him   off   (   not   that   he   wanted   to   ),   as   the   iudex   has   him   pinned   to   the   rug   and...   and...   was   he...   nibbling   on   him?   the   duke   can't   help   but   laugh   -   both   disbelieving   and   startled,   as   hands   curl   lightly   against   neuvillette's   silvery   tresses   in   an   attempt   to   upend   his   head   from   where   it   had   been   buried   near   the   warden's   throat.   ❝   jeez,   scales.   it's   barely   been   48   hours.   what's   gotten   into   you-   ❞   a   free   hand   blindly   gropes   out,   feeling   for   his   discarded   coat,   grabbing   it   by   the   attached   vision,   to   tug   it   closer   to   them   both.   ❝   sorry   i'm   late,   there   was   a   scuffle,   had   to   break   out   the   ole   icefist   -   monsieur   neuvillette,   are   you   scenting   me   right   now?   ❞

@sourcewater

#𝐕𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] thread / #♥ [ . . . ] 𝐃𝐘𝐍. sourcewater / where the moon meets the sea #sourcewater #𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] verse / i. main the duke #thought about making it to where he'd just got done making ice cream for sigewinne #but beating someone up is better ig

[hellhoundr]

endless list of my most favorite characters:

→ Wriothesley [Genshin Impact]

#𝐈. [ . . . ] visage / #gif warning

[hellhoundr]

           𝐡𝐞   𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬   𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩   𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡   his   bones   -   the   adrenaline   and   anticipation   that   had   kept   him   afloat   these   past   few   weeks   now   ebbing   in   neuvillette's   presence.   it   was   their   lot   in   life   to   be   separated   for   periods   that   wriothesley   judged   to   be   too   long,   especially   now,   but   that   didn't   stop   him   from   feeling...   discontent   regarding   it.   it   was   hard   not   to,   when   he   yearned   so   desperately   for   the   dragon   atop   him   that   sleep   too   often   eluded   the   warden.   he'd   never   admit   it   aloud   though   -   knowing   how   seriously   neuvillette   took   his   feelings,   and   knowing   how   busy   he   already   was   -   how   many   burdens   he   already   shouldered.   wriothesley   was   simply   happy   to   have   what   time   he   could   reclaim   with   his   beloved,   even   if   it   was   never   enough.   how   he   yearned   to   wake   up   next   to   him   every   morning...   alas,   this   would   do   for   now.   

           icy   gaze   drifts   shut   beneath   the   gently   imparted   hydro,   a   soft   sigh   resonating   from   within   the   duke.   familiar   aches   in   his   body   are   chased   away,   and   he   nuzzles   up   into   the   iudex   in   thanks,   tail   thumping   against   the   cushions   a   few   times,   before   he   relaxes   again.   for   awhile   -   wriothesley   simply   lay   there,   his   hand   continuing   it's   gentle   stroking   up   and   down   his   lover's   strong   back,   eyes   closed   to   the   chaos   of   the   outside   world...   and   simply   basking   in   neuvillette's   presence,   his   warmth.   

           a   bright   eye   opens   again,   just   one   peering   at   him   quizzically,   before   the   duke   gives   a   familiar   rogueish   smirk.   ❝   monsieur   neuvillette,   ❞   he   finds   himself   teasing,   ❝   when   did   you   become   so   skilled   at   romance?   ❞   hand   dips   upwards,   tucking   a   silvery   strand   behind   one   pointed   ear   -   callouses   catching   on   the   tip   as   he   traces   the   shell.   his   gaze   is   so   soft   -   so   reverent,   deep   tenor   filled   with   adoring   intonation   when   he   speaks   again,   ❝   easy,   scales.   'm   not   interested   in   accolades   for   myself   or   discussing   work   now   that   i   have   you   all   to   myself...   instead...   ❞   a   tilt   of   his   head,   and   he   hums,   ❝   give   me   a   kiss,   and   i'll   consider   all   debts   paid   in   regard   to   my   assistance   with   the   flood.   ❞   he   was   kidding,   of   course...   but   he   still   wanted   that   kiss.

      neuvillette  easily  follows  suit:  body,  mind  &  soul  in  love.  his  ran  oh - so  deep    ——    not  even  the  primordial  sea  could  rob  him  of  this  if  it  were  to  resurface.  devotion  was  given  all  to  the  people  of  fontaine,  yet  in  this  moment  wriothesley  obtained  every  iota.  let  the  man  who  seldom  basks  in  sunlight  to  feel    ——    witness  it  make  draconian  scales  luminescent;  catch  on  the  metal  components  of  his  outfit;  warm  his  cheeks  &  soul.  he  will  be  the  shade  when  the  sun  becomes  too  bothersome  for  the  duke:  a  blanket  to  wrap  around  him  until  he  falls  asleep.  white  eyelashes  flutter  along  the  skin  of  his  lover’s  skin  as  he  leaned  his  head  back  slightly    ——    inspecting  the  tiny  mark  he  left  behind  with  a  satisfied  hum.  when  wriothesley  has  no  choice  but  to  return  to  the fortress of meropide,  it  will  serve as  a  reminder  of  today.

now  he  lays  languid  between  the  administrator’s  legs:  hearts  beating  atop  one  another,  blue  horns  aglow  &  quite  pleased.  his  body  leans  into  the  hand  on  his  back,  whilst  resplendent  tail  laid  limp  on  the  ground    ——    occasionally  swaying  left  to  right.      “   and  this      ‘   scrappy  criminal   ’      was  charged  with  yet  another  crime  for  his  thankless  efforts:  stealing  the  very  heart  of  the  hydro  dragon  sovereign.   ”      one  clawed  hand  threads  through  black  hair,  whereas  the  other  lays  on  a  shoulder.  neuvillette  sensed  the  worry  coursing  through  mortal  veins  &  hoped  the  hydro  he  subtly  imparts  will  help.  it  was  difficult  for  him  too:  the  primordial  sea  had  broken  through  that  one  time.  what  if  it  shattered  the  seal  he  placed  over  it  &  flooded  every corner  of  meropide?

      “   i’m  . . .  i  am  glad  the  seal  held  strong.  guilt  would  have  consumed  me  if  it  failed  [  . . .  ]   and  you  are  here,  are  you  not?  i  can  already  feel  some  of  the  weight  being  lifted  from  my  shoulders this moment, all thanks to you  . . . ”

#𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] verse / i. main the duke #♥ [ . . . ] 𝐃𝐘𝐍. sourcewater / where the moon meets the sea #sourcewater #𝐕𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] thread /

[hellhoundr]

#this is so pretty i could cry #𝐈. [ . . . ] visage / #𝐗𝐈𝐕. [ . . . ] ship tag / #♥ [ . . . ] 𝐃𝐘𝐍. sourcewater / where the moon meets the sea

[hellhoundr]

scary dog privilege

#spoiler alert: neuvi is actually the scary dog #𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] out of character /

[hellhoundr]

Furina's opinion : he probably places his tea on his boobs sometimes.. or maybe even sends pics of his boobs holding his tea to neuvilette

furina is correct, especially when it gets really cold in meropide. the tea warms his great honka bazoongas.

#i am sobbing #the fucking nipples #dualisume #𝐕𝐈. [ . . . ] answered /