For The Eternal's Soul, His Dearest || WrioLette

X (Epilogue)

Wriothesley..

I've missed you. Do you miss us?

Do you remember what you've left me with?

Wriothesley. Where were you?

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"Neuvillette.."

...

"..Wriothesley," the Iudex uttered, his hand hesitantly brushing against the rough stubbles on Wriothesley's chin, "Good morning."

As Wriothesley's pale blue iris eludes from the sheath of his eyelids, Neuvillette's soft lavender darts to the rugged visage as his lenient caress brushed across the jaw, his thumb stroking the cheek in a simple back-and-forth motion.

"You're finally awake," a soft murmur to the duke's ear, soothing his senses in multiple ways than one, captivating him into a delightful bliss that prickles his consciousness.

"Do you remember me now?"

..Remember. The word that has been messing with his sanity, drawing a subtle, gradual anxiousness into his nerve systems each time it rechants over and over again.

"Wriothesley?" The name was once again spelled out in a dulcet voice, a hint of worry in his tone.

Wriothesley observed his surroundings keenly; nothing seemed to be different. However, not exactly the same either. Furthermore, he recognizes the voice that has been around him for the last several minutes all too well. Though, he is still unable to identify the person behind that voice. And to make matters more difficult for himself, his eyes are also tricking him into conceiving the figure as an indistinct blur that he couldn't possibly define.

"Take it easy.." Neuvillette consoled, his thumb and index fingers rubbing against the duke's earlobe, looking at a small cut on the leaf. "I apologize for being inconsiderate by immediately throwing a question and causing you panic."

Wriothesley could feel his body reacting to the touch even when it's slight. He feels drawn to each caress the lean shapes of Neuvillette's fingers offers, kneading through his own dulled surface.

"Breathe slowly, dear," he guided unhurriedly, intertwining their fingers together in a light clasp of affection, which got reluctantly reciprocated by the clueless man, though his body seemed to relax a little at the Iudex's seemingly best attempt at reassurance.

There's undeniably a thin perception of pain scattered all over Neuvillette's tender clutch, like a rush of an unpleasant electricity pricking through the connection of their skins. At the sense, Wriothesley's heart felt like it's scrunched, as if it was a shriveling petal of a flower set in a blazing flame of rage, even when his memories are still incomprehensible and that he can barely make up who's this man holding his hand and consoling him.

"Can you..speak?" Neuvillette asked, his unoccupied hand making its way between Wriothesley's rough strands.

Wriothesley opened his mouth to make a sound, but the attempt remained futile. Observing the difficulty that his lover is apparently facing, Neuvillette began to immerse himself into finding a solution to the current issue.

Then, as though casting a spell, the Iudex carefully drags his palm down Wriothesley's neck. Thus, in the space of a few seconds, the duke felt a calming wash over the lump of dryness clogging his cord.

"How about now?" Asked Neuvillette once again, slipping his own hair behind his ear while keeping his gaze over Wriothesley's face, as if evaluating his progress.