The thing about growing up in the Fortress is that you need to grow up fast. [ he wouldn't personally call himself wise--tired is probably a better term. ] I might not have lived five hundred years, but I've lived over thirty and had to learn what takes most people fifty years to learn in about ten.
[ he's going to hoist her up on his back a little more. A little more secure. He begins up the steps again, his footing more sure this time, despite how tipsy he felt. ]
If it annoys you, you can scold me for it in the morning.
[ he hoists her up a little more and she tightens her grip on him, burying her face even further against him. gods above, she wishes she could just stop talking, stop the words constantly spilling from her mouth, but she can't. she keeps talking as he walks up the stairs and all she can hope is that neuvillette isn't sitting there waiting for them to return home.
it would be horrible if he was sitting there with that disappointed scowl on his face. if they are lucky he will have already been asleep, or still working, or just not around in general. she couldn't stand it if he saw her in this state. ]
I'm not great at talking to people, you know. A secret I'll trust you to keep.
[ he could play the part of friendly extrovert, but he was in fact, actually the opposite. He preferred the quiet, and conversations were difficult for him.
He leans a little on the door of the apartment, testing the door. Locked. Of course. He fumbles for a key--at least sober enough to manage to scrape it into the keyhole and get into the house. With Furina on his back, it takes a little effort to get them both inside as quietly as they could.
Crossing into the livingroom--they'll get a good view of the Hydro Dragon very much passed out on his couch, surrounded by piles of documents. Again.
Wriothesley shakes his head, putting a finger to his lips, and continues on to shuffle Furina to her room.
It might be a little lacking in grace when he puts her on her bed, but. He's been drinking. So sue him. ]
[ furina mumbles something about promising to keep his secret as they reach the door of the apartment, already half asleep as he fumbles with the keys to get them both inside. she does not notice as they enter, nor does she really notice as they pass neuvillette asleep on the couch making only soft noise in agreement.
it's really only when he shuffles into her room that she comes back to herself, eyes fluttering open as he deposits her down onto her bed with a noticeable lack of grace.
maybe it is the alcohol still coursing through her system, or the sudden lack of warmth now that she isn't being carried on his back, but furina reaches out grab his hand before he moves away. holding him in place. ]
Thank you...
[ she tugs at his hand though there is no strength to it, her grip faltering as she struggles to remain awake. ]
[ he has a path in his mind. Furina's in bed, and safe--now he just has to make it to his room and fall asleep in any position than on his back.
He makes it about 1.2 inches before he realises he's being held onto. Turning his head and looking down at Furina--and that hand that's gripped in his own. There's a flutter of something in his chest. Noone's. Ever...
The feeling of her fingers on his own feels .... strange. Her hands are so much smaller. Long, delicate fingers that feel so soft and brittle in his own rough, calloused ones. Huge hands that were more accustomed to becoming fists than they were anything else, and here they are, being gently held by a hand that's so much weaker--and yet, the grip roots him in place. ]
...Furina?
[ he speaks her name, questioning. His head tilting to the side, trying to ... figure out what it is what she wanted.
...The look in her eyes. Ah.
He understands. He lets out a quiet, long sigh... ]
[ and he moves to sit on the floor. He's tall enough that he can rest his arms along the top of the bed, moving her hand up to the soft covers, but not trying to force him to let go.
He'll lean against the bed, and rest his head between his own arms. ]
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[ he's going to hoist her up on his back a little more. A little more secure. He begins up the steps again, his footing more sure this time, despite how tipsy he felt. ]
If it annoys you, you can scold me for it in the morning.
I'll listen to all your complaints, too.
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[ he hoists her up a little more and she tightens her grip on him, burying her face even further against him. gods above, she wishes she could just stop talking, stop the words constantly spilling from her mouth, but she can't. she keeps talking as he walks up the stairs and all she can hope is that neuvillette isn't sitting there waiting for them to return home.
it would be horrible if he was sitting there with that disappointed scowl on his face. if they are lucky he will have already been asleep, or still working, or just not around in general. she couldn't stand it if he saw her in this state. ]
You're not annoying...
[ she sighs and closes her eyes. ]
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I'm not great at talking to people, you know. A secret I'll trust you to keep.
[ he could play the part of friendly extrovert, but he was in fact, actually the opposite. He preferred the quiet, and conversations were difficult for him.
He leans a little on the door of the apartment, testing the door. Locked. Of course. He fumbles for a key--at least sober enough to manage to scrape it into the keyhole and get into the house. With Furina on his back, it takes a little effort to get them both inside as quietly as they could.
Crossing into the livingroom--they'll get a good view of the Hydro Dragon very much passed out on his couch, surrounded by piles of documents. Again.
Wriothesley shakes his head, putting a finger to his lips, and continues on to shuffle Furina to her room.
It might be a little lacking in grace when he puts her on her bed, but. He's been drinking. So sue him. ]
--There we are.
Delivered safely.
The Duke always keeps his promises, see.
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it's really only when he shuffles into her room that she comes back to herself, eyes fluttering open as he deposits her down onto her bed with a noticeable lack of grace.
maybe it is the alcohol still coursing through her system, or the sudden lack of warmth now that she isn't being carried on his back, but furina reaches out grab his hand before he moves away. holding him in place. ]
Thank you...
[ she tugs at his hand though there is no strength to it, her grip faltering as she struggles to remain awake. ]
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He makes it about 1.2 inches before he realises he's being held onto. Turning his head and looking down at Furina--and that hand that's gripped in his own.
There's a flutter of something in his chest. Noone's. Ever...
The feeling of her fingers on his own feels .... strange. Her hands are so much smaller. Long, delicate fingers that feel so soft and brittle in his own rough, calloused ones. Huge hands that were more accustomed to becoming fists than they were anything else, and here they are, being gently held by a hand that's so much weaker--and yet, the grip roots him in place. ]
...Furina?
[ he speaks her name, questioning. His head tilting to the side, trying to ... figure out what it is what she wanted.
...The look in her eyes.
Ah.
He understands. He lets out a quiet, long sigh... ]
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He'll lean against the bed, and rest his head between his own arms. ]
Get some sleep. You need it.
I won't go anywhere.