"Alas, I must bid thee adieu, for our moments I have cherished. But now, the curtain call has come for the sinner's finale pirouette."
"My beloved, why must thy abandon one like this? Have I not provided eternal faith and devotion-"
"CUT!"
Furina shouts, huffing.
"Wriothesley, you need more passion! Energy, emotion! Oh mon dieu, you need to feel yourself in the shoes of the Sailor, more sadness! Your literal wife of five years is leaving you dude!"
Her arms flail around wildly. It's quite amusing, seeing her like this, she looks like a chicken trying to fly.
"Alright, my fault Lady Furina. I'l make sure to take care of that." He grumbles. Wriothesley despised acting for this exact reason. He just couldn't understand how some people had such a burning passion for it. It was literally just reading lines off of a sheet and attempting to make them sound all fancy. Navia shot him a pitying glance, while Clorinde snickered.
"You sound like Shakespeare but with a stammering issue,"
She teases. "You need to be more alive, be in the moment."
"Yeah yeah, you just keep repeating that like it's some secret code language I'm supposed to understand just by listening to you guys yap."
He retorts, clearly unamused. Clorinde, unbothered, simply just chuckles and brushes him off. If this was how it was going to continue, Wriothesley might just end up developing a fear of acting.
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~Pearl to My Oyster~(WRIOLETTE FIC)
Storie d'amoreShe pauses for a dramatic moment as he raises an eyebrow. "And what exactly do I have to do with this?" "Well.. it'd be great if you could play one of the lead roles in the performance!" (Loser Husband Wrio x Pretty Wife Neuvi) #9 in Wriolette, 10/3
