Headache || Wriothesley

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Y/n yawned and stretched, rolling out of bed. Her joints cracked and popped, and she groaned. She was definitely going to be sore today.

As she trudged towards the bathroom, she noticed that the floor was wet. She grimaced, thinking of all the germs and bacteria that must be lurking on the floor. She'd have to watch where she stepped.

When she arrived at the bathroom, she was surprised to find that the toilet was clean and the shower was running hot. She stripped off her clothes and climbed into the shower, relishing the feel of the warm water against her skin.

The hot shower was a welcome relief, and Y/n soon found herself lost in thought as she scrubbed away the grime and dirt of her journey. It almost felt as though the dampness was seeping into her skin.

She had so many questions about her mission here at Meropide. What were they up against? Who were the rebels and what were their motives? Why had the Iudex sent her instead of someone else? Someone more experienced?

She'd argued with Wriothesley that she was capable of doing the job but that was just to get him off her back. Deep down, she knew she had absolutely zero experience working with... well, convincts.

The rebels were a small group of convicts who had managed to keep a low profile despite the increased security measures. They were rumored to be planning something big, but the exact nature of their plan was unclear. That was something she'd need to talk to Wriothesley about. Considering he even wanted to talk to her.

As she got dressed, Y/n couldn't help but wonder if this was a mistake. Maybe she should have told the Iudex that she wasn't the right person for the job. Maybe she should have just stayed at the institute, tinkering with her machines and reading books...

Nah. She was never one to back down from a challenge.

Besides, she couldn't let Wriothesley think he had gotten the better of her. No, she would prove him wrong.

With that, she opened the bathroom door and stepped out, ready to face the day. Her stomach was growling, and she needed to find something to eat. As she navigated the winding corridors of Meropide, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The fortress was eerily quiet, and the only sound was the distant hum of machinery.

She didn't like this. Not one bit.

"Good morning," Wriothesley greeted, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, sure," Y/n lied, trying her best not to stare at his hair that looked like it had been styled by a hurricane. "Look, Wriothesley - I don't have time for pleasantries. I want answers."

"Answers?"

"Yes," Y/n replied, crossing her arms. "I need to know everything you know about the rebels."

"Everything I know?" Wriothesley echoed, raising an eyebrow. "That's a tall order. Are you sure you wouldn't rather hear about my favorite color or my first pet?"

"Start at the beginning," Y/n suggested, rolling her eyes. "How did the rebels manage to keep a low profile, despite the increased security measures?"

"That's an excellent question," Wriothesley replied, looking genuinely impressed. "But I'm afraid I can't answer it here. The walls have ears, you know."

Without waiting for a response, Wriothesley began to lead the way down the hall. Y/n was forced to hurry after him, struggling to keep up with his long strides.

"So," she panted, trying to match his pace. "Where are we going? Your secret lair?"

"My office," Wriothesley answered, not breaking stride.