Wriothesley turned to face the owner of the voice. Neuvillette standing behind him. Archons.. Was the Iudex always this.. Gorgeous? The way his long hair draped over his shoulders in wavy, silver locks. His long eyelashes softly brushed against his high-raised cheekbones, giving him a feminine look. Wriothesley couldn't explain how.. But seeing Neuvillette like this, in the stage lights, all dressed up and fancied out, made his heart slightly flutter. He looked so.. human. The way the white blouse was able to catch his poise and slim figure. The way the fishnets on the garters hugged the Chief Justice's (rather plump) milky thighs.. Gosh, Wriothesley could sit still long enough staring at him to be carved out of stone. His face, his body, everything was so delicate and perfect.
"-tening to me? Wriothesley?"
Neuvillette gently waves his hand in front of his wandering eyes, a look of concern scrawled across his pretty face. Gosh, he had been so absorbed and entranced that he didn't realize Neuvillette was talking to him. His cheeks flush slightly red, and he sheepishly smiles.
"Sorry, just thinking about something."
"Oh, I see. Um, we must rehearse, correct?"
"Uh, yeah."
Neuvillette nods to him. "Alright, where do we start?"
YOU ARE READING
~Pearl to My Oyster~(WRIOLETTE FIC)
RomanceShe 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
