Requiem of Blood

~ Fascination ~ III ~

As the dawn rose over the horizon, Neuvillette found himself restless, thoughts, theories, all of which swirled like a hurricane in his mind. Having been awake long before the sun could rise, he lay still exhausted from the day prior. Taking to his feet he decided on a coffee- surely to at least keep him awake for a few more hours, as they make their trek to the city below. 

Walking over polished floorboards that slightly creaked beneath his weight, the male placed a cautious hand to the door knob, turning it with extreme care, as he then pushed it open. Much to his surprise, he was able to exit his room without a terrible amount of noise, taking to the stairs to make his way to the kitchen. 

As he turned to enter the kitchen, located at the back of the house, he glanced around, the only light being that of the emerging sun through the glass, fixing that by a simple flick of the switch on the wall.

"Good Morning Neuvillette." 

Neuvillette spun around, looking for the source of the voice, before turning back to the kitchen, met face to face with a burly, shirtless chest, with arms folded before it. Neuvillette let out a startled noise, covering his mouth before offering a look of disapproval. 

"Was that truly necessary Monsieur?" Neuvillette scolded, very quietly- yet his tone was still stern. 

"Yes- it was rather amusing to watch you nearly vault across the room." Wriothesley offered a gentle laugh after this, his tone just above a whisper. Neuvillette sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, in annoyance, long hair that had not yet been groomed falling forward over his face as he looked down. 

"Why are you up so early?" Neuvillette asked, returning his gaze to the man who was still standing in the doorway of the kitchen, blocking his path forward. Wriothesley stepped aside, his arms dropping from his front as he took his seat at the small dining table in the middle of the room. 

"I just went on my morning run, what about you, Neuvillette? You're never seen before eight- is something the matter?" The raven raised a brow at the man, concern laced in his voice as he watched him prepare the french press. Neuvillette offered a tired sigh, running a hand through white locks as he poured the ground coffee in and begun the process.

"No- everything is alright, why do you ask?" Neuvillette spoke, a lilt of exhaustion in his voice, Wriothesley took to his feet and walked to the man, standing beside him, hip leaning on the counter top.

"I know you Neuvillette, you don't drink coffee unless you've been up late- moreso you would have had no reason to be up late because I didn't give you any work. Whats the matter?" Wriothesley leant forward, nearing the mans face as if to catch his gaze. 

Neuvillette turned to look at the man before him, though, his eyes could never track that of Wriothesleys for the simple reason- his chest was far too big. The large bust of the man filled his vision as he stood shirtless, godlike figure distracting poor Neuvillette from forming any kind of coherent excuse. 

"I would prefer, ahem, if you put a shirt on before questioning me." Neuvillette spoke, his eyes turning back to the coffee press as his voice trailed off to a whisper. Wriothesley seemed to get a kick out of this, offering a smug chuckle in response. Taking Neuvillettes chin before his thumb and forefinger Neuvillette was forced to look in the mans direction, at the beautiful steel blue eyes the other held. 

"My eyes, are up here Neuvillette." 

Wriothesleys voice was the only push Neuvillette needed, before he become completely flustered, melting in the mans hand, he felt himself stagger slightly, before clearing his throat and standing up properly, glancing away. Mere seconds was all it had taken- perhaps this was Wriothesleys hidden interrogation technique.