~Pearl to My Oyster~(WRIOLETTE FIC)

Chapter 13

            Wriothesley's brain was practically short circuiting. All he wanted to do was just grab Neuvillette by his waist and kiss him senseless. He wanted to show the other man just how much he adored him. Gosh, just how much cuter could he get?

"Rather befitting of a lady as elegant as you, ma chérie,"

Neuvillette softly blushes, clearly not expecting that. He giggles, turning his head away. 

I can't take this anymore! Someone, send help!

The Duke was practically stunned on the spot, frozen. Gah, he was going to end up making a fool of himself if Neuvillette kept this act up.

"Quite the silver tongue you have there, mon ami."

The Iudex says back. Listen, in all fairness, Wriothesley totally had to rights to run laps around the stage after his crush said that to him, play or not. Not to mention his rapid pulse right now. If Sigewinne found out, he was sure she'd immediately diagnose him with tachycardia! 

"You flatter me, miss."

            Wriothesley takes his pale, slender hand, and kisses the back of it, his lips ghosting against the Iudex's tender flesh. His hands were so pretty, like delicately carved statues. Honestly, what part of the man wasn't? His hair that flowed seamlessly, cascading over his shoulders like the tides of an ocean. His lavender eyes that were as deep as Liyue's Chasm itself. His perfect, hourglass shaped body that Wriothesley could lose time staring at. He just wanted to coddle the other like he'd never experience ever.

              His train of thoughts were interrupted by a series of applause, the indication for the next scene. Wriothesley quickly scrambled to his feet, helping Neuvillette up as well. (Not that he was just a lovesick simp that was doing this to feel those slender hands, no no no!)

Scene 26, timeskip to a few months later.

Chevreuse stepped up, and started reciting again.

           "Last time we left off, our two lovebirds were head over heels at first sight of each other. As the tale goes, Dyeus visited Themis almost every day without fault, and Themis always invited him with open arms. Time passed, and seasons changed, until one day, Dyeus approached Themis with a proposal, a truce. One where the maiden would be betrothed to the sailor. Themis accepted without any hesitation, yet she made one condition."

Oh, right. This was that part...

               Wriothesley gulped, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around the Chief Justice's waist, his grip nervous, yet firm. Gosh, time seemed to slow as Neuvillette returned the gesture, one arm going around his neck and the other cupping his face. Slowly but surely, the spotlight turned on them, earning surprised gasps and murmurs amongst the watching crowd.