[ the fortress was his domain. its where he spent most of his life, where he became the man he is today--where he grew up and grew kind, instead of cold. and with it being transported to this world alongside him, it was still his duty to protect it, and the growing community down there.
However, it was not his home. Even now, that odd little magic spell that always brought him 'Home' had never changed--it always brought him here. To Neuvillette's overly fancy, high-rise apartment that was warm and welcoming, settled to be more than just the place the dragon man slept and worked. It was the home of Furina and Wriothesley now too.
The latter had spent the last few hours making sure the heartless were well and gone from the fortress, telling Furina he'd be back before the night was through once he'd figured out everything and made sure he could safely leave it in the hands of the others.
When he'd come home--he found her asleep. Flaked out on her bed--likely exhausted from aiding him in the fortress as well--and he takes the minute to get a quick shower. He'd hoped that the sound of the water and such might rouse her--but when he comes back to her room, wearing just his pajama slacks and a tank top--she's still sleeping.
...She looked cute, at least. And maybe he can't help himself when he enters the room to slide into bed next to her, hands gently pulling her in against him as his fingers reach to feel for pins and ties in her hair. Had she fallen asleep without getting fully undressed? How tired had she been?
... Ha. For an Archon, she really was just a regular person too, wasn't she? ]
[ she had intended to remain awake until Wriothesley found his way home, but... maybe she has been working herself just a little too hard lately. between her job at the Vogue and helping out around the fortress there is barely a moment where Furina doesn't find herself busy. the heartless invasion only served to eliminate what little free time she had left. so it is no surprise that she all but collapsed the moment her body hit the soft mattress of her bed.
it isn't her fault she fell for the siren song of sleep!!
not that it matters anymore, the shift of Wriothesley's weight on the bed enough to pull her from the depths of sleep far more effectively than the sound of running water. she murmurs quietly as she is pulled in against him, sluggishly rolling over to nuzzle into his chest as his fingers card through her hair. ]
You're back... [ he will find the pins keeping her hair secured to her hair mostly in place, tugging almost uncomfortably against her hair after she shifted to curl against him. ] Welcome home, mon loup.
[ his hands continue to fuss and fiddle about, pulling out hairclips and laying them in a neat pile on the little shelf that makes up part of her bed's headboard as she quietly shifts into some form of wakefulness. A low, husky laugh escaping out past his chest as she rolls over to press against him. ]
Been home for a minute. Decided to get cleaned up first so I didn't crawl into your bed smelling like every fight I had tonight. [ sweaty clothes aren't sexy. ]
Did you get enough sleep? You didn't even bother to get dressed for bed.
[ its a light tease, one he delivers with a kiss to her temple as he draws his fingers through her hair, now that it's free of pins. ]
[ he is a terrible siren with that low, husky laugh of his, pulling her gently from the depths of sleep she had been so contently submerged in. taking a deep breath in (he smells good, soaps mixing pleasantly with his natural scent) eyes cracking open enough to glance up at him. ]
Mm, I was waiting for you. [ Furina pouts, weakly poking him in the chest. ] I didn't mean to fall asleep...
[ the pout only lasts a heartbeat mismatched eyes fluttering closed against the kiss he places on her temple. it should be unfair how quickly he is able to disarm her these days, how infuriatingly impossible it is to stay made for more than a couple of seconds. she is certain he knows of it too and uses it to his advantage.
When you're hungry, you should eat. [ he says plainly, seemingly not even bothered as he's poked, giving her a quirk of his eyebrow as he shifts a hand to the front of her shirt, pausing along the buttons along the front of the neck of that fancy shirt she's wearing. ] Just as when you're tired, you should sleep.
I'm not upset about it.
If nothing else, you should be cross with me for not sitting at the foot of your bed and letting you sleep properly.
[ she wanted to welcome him home, wanted to pull him into bed with her, and curl up beside him─ much like he is right now. the method was not how she had envisioned it but the results are the same, she can't find it in herself to complain.
unconsciously she leans into his hand as a slow smile spreads across her lips. ]
Why would I be cross at you for that? I'd more likely be cross if you had sat at the foot of our bed and left me to sleep.
[ still a little sluggish from sleep Furina reaches up to ghost her fingers against his jaw. ]
[ was it a low-hanging fruit? yes. does he go for it anyway? yes. maybe because he does enjoy seeing her eyes light up whenever he makes a comment that's specifically aimed to catch her off guard.
he tilts his head as those fingers dance across his cheek, his own hand coming up--dragging up along her knuckles, caging her hand so he can turn his head and press his lips against the gentle, soft palm. A contrast to his own scarred and calloused fingers, it almost feels delicate. ]
You sleep here with me more often than not, don't you? It is as much yours as it is mine.
[ she reacts just as he expects her too, the comment effortlessly catching her off guard and dragging her further into wakefulness. were her hand not so caged she would jab at him again! but the flame of indignation sputters out in the wake of how he holds her hand. how he turns his head to press his lips to her skin. Furina exhales softly, shifting a little closer. ]
Do not feel bad at all, mon loup. I'm glad you woke me. You have been so busy of late and I have wanted nothing more than to steal you away from it all. [ it is terrible selfish, isn't it? to hold his attention all to herself. it feels selfish, though she doesn't feel as guilty as she should. ]
[ he seems to consider her words for a moment as a thumb moves to draw gentle circles along the back of her hand as he holds it, continuing to press his lips to her palm, then down to the inside of her wrist. ]
Hm. What can I say. Once I got used to the feeling of someone else being next to me while I sleep, sleeping alone feels a lot less restful.
[ the smile on his face only grows a little. ]
You could steal me away from it all. Just one word from you could easily put me on my knees.
[ she watches him kiss her palm, the inside of her wrist, like a moth transfixed by a flickering flame. it's distracting and she barely hears what he is saying as he does it. her thoughts drifting absently to his lips on her jaw, her neck-- ]
Just one word. [ Furina muses quietly, her gaze flicking between his eyes and his lips. the image of him on his knees before her comes to her mind quickly and she inhales sharply, cheeks flushing bright pink. ] The revered Duke Wriothesley on his knees... What a sight that would be.
[ is it just her or is it getting a bit warm in here? haha. ]
Haha, I'm not anything quite worth revering. Just a man doing a job because there's no one else I can trust to do it. [ his voice is soft and quiet as he speaks, watching her cheeks change color with a satisfied look on his face. That's what he wanted to see. It was nice, the color in her cheeks, the beautiful look in her mismatched eyes... ]
But I can agree there is something nice about seeing someone on their knees before you.
[ it's definitely getting warm, but. That isn't going to make the Duke back down. He's already started flirting, might as well keep it up. She seems to be enjoying it, anyway. ]
[ and she adores him for it. this man who thinks himself not worth revering, this man who took in those their society threw aside and gave them a new home. but those thoughts drift off in favor of further vision of him on his knees, looking up at her like he is doing right now. gods above... she wants that to become reality.
another sharp breath and Furina shakes her head. ]
No, no I'm not too tired. I'm not tired anymore. Not at all.
A person can be all of those things without being so on-high and noble.
[ he just doesn't like the idea of being revered. he's just a man, and maybe even less than that, he's a convict--and sometimes he gets the stray thought that such a man doesn't deserve to live among beings like neuvillette and furina so freely.
but those thoughts are quickly followed by other thoughts that remind him that such ideas are foolish, and he doesn't need to be scolded by letting such thoughts be known. He belongs here--Furina's eyes on him are something he likes, and maybe it's selfish, but he wants to keep that gaze. ]
Not tired anymore at all. Ah, how awful of me. I'll have to help you get tired enough to sleep again.
[ it's hard to tell when he'd gotten the buttons on her shirt down past her neck, but he's got quick fingers, it looks like. ]
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the day after the Heartless have retreated the city
However, it was not his home. Even now, that odd little magic spell that always brought him 'Home' had never changed--it always brought him here. To Neuvillette's overly fancy, high-rise apartment that was warm and welcoming, settled to be more than just the place the dragon man slept and worked.
It was the home of Furina and Wriothesley now too.
The latter had spent the last few hours making sure the heartless were well and gone from the fortress, telling Furina he'd be back before the night was through once he'd figured out everything and made sure he could safely leave it in the hands of the others.
When he'd come home--he found her asleep. Flaked out on her bed--likely exhausted from aiding him in the fortress as well--and he takes the minute to get a quick shower. He'd hoped that the sound of the water and such might rouse her--but when he comes back to her room, wearing just his pajama slacks and a tank top--she's still sleeping.
...She looked cute, at least. And maybe he can't help himself when he enters the room to slide into bed next to her, hands gently pulling her in against him as his fingers reach to feel for pins and ties in her hair. Had she fallen asleep without getting fully undressed? How tired had she been?
... Ha. For an Archon, she really was just a regular person too, wasn't she? ]
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it isn't her fault she fell for the siren song of sleep!!
not that it matters anymore, the shift of Wriothesley's weight on the bed enough to pull her from the depths of sleep far more effectively than the sound of running water. she murmurs quietly as she is pulled in against him, sluggishly rolling over to nuzzle into his chest as his fingers card through her hair. ]
You're back... [ he will find the pins keeping her hair secured to her hair mostly in place, tugging almost uncomfortably against her hair after she shifted to curl against him. ] Welcome home, mon loup.
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Been home for a minute. Decided to get cleaned up first so I didn't crawl into your bed smelling like every fight I had tonight. [ sweaty clothes aren't sexy. ]
Did you get enough sleep? You didn't even bother to get dressed for bed.
[ its a light tease, one he delivers with a kiss to her temple as he draws his fingers through her hair, now that it's free of pins. ]
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Mm, I was waiting for you. [ Furina pouts, weakly poking him in the chest. ] I didn't mean to fall asleep...
[ the pout only lasts a heartbeat mismatched eyes fluttering closed against the kiss he places on her temple. it should be unfair how quickly he is able to disarm her these days, how infuriatingly impossible it is to stay made for more than a couple of seconds. she is certain he knows of it too and uses it to his advantage.
if she did not love him so─
ah. ]
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I'm not upset about it.
If nothing else, you should be cross with me for not sitting at the foot of your bed and letting you sleep properly.
[ he's wearing a slight but so present smirk. ]
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[ she wanted to welcome him home, wanted to pull him into bed with her, and curl up beside him─ much like he is right now. the method was not how she had envisioned it but the results are the same, she can't find it in herself to complain.
unconsciously she leans into his hand as a slow smile spreads across her lips. ]
Why would I be cross at you for that? I'd more likely be cross if you had sat at the foot of our bed and left me to sleep.
[ still a little sluggish from sleep Furina reaches up to ghost her fingers against his jaw. ]
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[ was it a low-hanging fruit? yes. does he go for it anyway? yes. maybe because he does enjoy seeing her eyes light up whenever he makes a comment that's specifically aimed to catch her off guard.
he tilts his head as those fingers dance across his cheek, his own hand coming up--dragging up along her knuckles, caging her hand so he can turn his head and press his lips against the gentle, soft palm. A contrast to his own scarred and calloused fingers, it almost feels delicate. ]
Maybe I feel less bad about waking you up, then.
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[ she reacts just as he expects her too, the comment effortlessly catching her off guard and dragging her further into wakefulness. were her hand not so caged she would jab at him again! but the flame of indignation sputters out in the wake of how he holds her hand. how he turns his head to press his lips to her skin. Furina exhales softly, shifting a little closer. ]
Do not feel bad at all, mon loup. I'm glad you woke me. You have been so busy of late and I have wanted nothing more than to steal you away from it all. [ it is terrible selfish, isn't it? to hold his attention all to herself. it feels selfish, though she doesn't feel as guilty as she should. ]
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Hm. What can I say.
Once I got used to the feeling of someone else being next to me while I sleep, sleeping alone feels a lot less restful.
[ the smile on his face only grows a little. ]
You could steal me away from it all.
Just one word from you could easily put me on my knees.
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Just one word. [ Furina muses quietly, her gaze flicking between his eyes and his lips. the image of him on his knees before her comes to her mind quickly and she inhales sharply, cheeks flushing bright pink. ] The revered Duke Wriothesley on his knees... What a sight that would be.
[ is it just her or is it getting a bit warm in here? haha. ]
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But I can agree there is something nice about seeing someone on their knees before you.
[ it's definitely getting warm, but. That isn't going to make the Duke back down. He's already started flirting, might as well keep it up. She seems to be enjoying it, anyway. ]
Unless you're too tired.
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[ and she adores him for it. this man who thinks himself not worth revering, this man who took in those their society threw aside and gave them a new home. but those thoughts drift off in favor of further vision of him on his knees, looking up at her like he is doing right now. gods above... she wants that to become reality.
another sharp breath and Furina shakes her head. ]
No, no I'm not too tired. I'm not tired anymore. Not at all.
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[ he just doesn't like the idea of being revered. he's just a man, and maybe even less than that, he's a convict--and sometimes he gets the stray thought that such a man doesn't deserve to live among beings like neuvillette and furina so freely.
but those thoughts are quickly followed by other thoughts that remind him that such ideas are foolish, and he doesn't need to be scolded by letting such thoughts be known. He belongs here--Furina's eyes on him are something he likes, and maybe it's selfish, but he wants to keep that gaze. ]
Not tired anymore at all. Ah, how awful of me.
I'll have to help you get tired enough to sleep again.
[ it's hard to tell when he'd gotten the buttons on her shirt down past her neck, but he's got quick fingers, it looks like. ]