Inseparable. | Wriolette

((Chapter 1))

"I love you. I love you with all my heart, my soul and my body. We both knew my heart were about to stop one day, didn't we? But Neuvillette, I will come back. I'll find a way back to you. Just wait for me. Wait, alright? And we'll meet again."

___________

 
Neuvillette stops in his tracks. With an exhale, he miserably collapses to the ground. Tears stream down his cheeks, ruining the makeup he worked so hard on in the morning. The droplets smash against his head, leaving it sore but he doesn't mind it. He kneels on the ground, covered in a huge red coat with fur and cries his heart out.

 

Neuvillette was always struggling with emotions, expressing himself. But of course he was. One day, sinking at the bottom of the sea and then another dressed up to the fullest in his judicial robes, strolling anxiously the streets of Fontaine.

But then Wriothesley appeared in his life. He teached him how to express himself. He talked with him about anything and even if he wasn't the best at explaining things, he always tried to please Neuvillette with his answers.
He made his life chaotic but chaotic in a good way. His smirks, grins and absurd ideas. All the times he just strolled into his office and interrupted his work. All the times they indulged in hour–long lovemaking in emberrasing places.
Oh, he teached him love and how to express it in million ways.
And the mornings–– waking up warm and loved, melting in Wriothesley's arms.
It's been pleasant. So, so pleasant but now he wakes up cold and alone, clinging to Wriothesley's pillow for his dear life, hoping that he'll feel something if he holds it to his chest but his scent fades and it barely smells like him anymore.

 

He fell apart. Fell apart after his death.

  

He's so deep in his thoughts that he doesn't hear the clicking of heels behind him. A femine voice calls out to him and he flinches. When a hand starts rubbing his head gently, he turns around in a flash.

"Neuvillette." A female acknowleges. "Come on." She says after a short silence.
She helps him up and guides him throught the streets.
"M–miss Navia––"
"Mm. I don't want to hear any 'I'm alright's." Neuvillette exhales, calming down and walks beside her. Navia has her hand on his lower back and guides him slightly. It's comforting.

___________

Neuvillette melts into Navia's soft couch.
He sighs and sips on his tea. Well, Neuvillette was never a fan of teas but he started drinking it becouse of Wriothesley. When he chugged down the hot liquid, it filled some of the void.

His soaked clothes lay on a chair and he wears some comforable pants and and a shirt Navia's choosen for him.
But of course, his peace gets interrupted when someone just throws the door open and storms in shamelessly.
"Neuvillette?" Furina crouches in front of Neuvillette and places a hand on his tigh, comforting him.
"You okay? Navia told me that she found you crying on the street." She says worriedly and sits beside him, wrapping an arm around him.

Neuvillette lays his head on her shoulder and sighs.

Maybe he don't have to go throught this alone.

He nods and takes a breath, about to start his sentence.
"I'm––better. I'm sorry for concerning you."
"Mm. No worries."
"Yeah. You need some comfort." Navia agreeds.
"Thank you. I appreciate it––I really do."
Neuvillette sighs. "I'll get myself together. I––promise."
"It's okay to mourn a little. I know how close you were––"
Neuvillette's stomach twists at the small reminder and his expression turns into a sour one.
"Don't. Please, don't." He cuts her off hastly.
"Mm."
Neuvillette sighs and melts into the soft touch.
"I don't know what I'd do without you."

...

She won't be around forever. As a mortal now, she's probably going to age and die. Same goes for Navia. But he just enjoyes the moment. That's what he should do, isn't it?

Maybe if he falls asleep, he'll wake up without these thoughts.

___________