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✨~ Fluff (finally :) )

Fanart credits: @snifflesmp4 .

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Wriothesley's POV

Paperwork after paperwork. The large pile of paper sat impatiently on my desk, towering over me in a terrifying manner. If only I hadn't procrastinated and actually did my job...

Sigh. I babble a lot about tea that it often carries me away from reality. What can I say? The warmth of my mug sent absolute joy down my spine. I looked down at it to be absolutely mesmerised. The colour of the finest Fontainian chocolate looked back at me. The warm colours of autumn leaves. The warmest brown eyes. Natural light from the glass ceiling broke through the office, as if golden rays of sunlight had ignited my mug and turned it into golden-brown and red—a pool of blood glistening against the sky of dawn. The crimson wax seals on my letters to Neuvillette. A glass of wine pressed against the prettiest lips. The taste of well-steeped tea. Oh, its taste that—

Ahem. My apologies, I seem to have lost my focus once more. I fear my obsession might be spiraling out of control... haha!

I sighed as my back now ached from the hard surface of the chair pushing against me. I dipped the quill pen into the container of ink, carefully moving it over to the document lying on my wooden desk. My eyes skimmed through the document before my hand moved in a swift and elegant manner. With that, the beautiful trail of ink cast my signature onto the paper, marking my approval on another inmate's release document.

The quill pen protruded from the ink container. After placing the newly signed document aside, I leaned slightly back against my chair, propping my feet on the desk. A groan crawled out of my throat as I stretched my sore arms, letting them hang in the air and swinging towards invisible targets to relieve the tension in my joints.

"Oh, God. I might have to give myself a short break and buy a new set of tea bags," I mumbled to myself, letting my words hang in the air and fall on deaf ears.

Dull silence swallowed my office. It was so intense that I could feel it melting my bones.  I despised silence, as it often signaled lurking danger, reminiscent of cemeteries for some reason. However, what I hated more than pure silence was bitter tea. One that delighted the eyes but twisted the stomach. What could be worse than the disappointment in a mug of tea that held so much potential?

Oh, one thing that I could think of: boredom. The utter frustration of having nothing interesting to do, so you seek mere entertainment from what bores you to death. It's akin to intoxicating your heart with what ultimately kills you.

Now? I'm feeling a bit too bored, and it's going to be everyone's problem soon enough.

My eyes moved to the ceiling of my office, my mind drifting away to a hopeless world.