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Sorry ya'll I have no more motivation to finish this :') i was gna delete it cause i didn't like the way the story was going but that's too cruel 💔
✎ Y/n hates Wriothesley with every fibre of her being..until she doesn't. She hates h...
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saw his birthday art and immediately combusted wbu!
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—IT was a white Christmas, one that many wished for but few got. Though, it was hardly visible through the frosted windows of hotel Debord, where a warm lively Christmas party was in full swing.
Y/n pushed a glass towards the man beside her eagerly. "C'mon! Drink with me, it's been so long since we've seen each other", she displayed her best persuasive face, but it wasn't quite effective on someone who only ever drinks....water.
"I must decline, its taste is far too complicated", Neuvillette refused, scanning the variety of waters placed out just for him.
Y/n frowned, watching as the liquid climbed up the glass whenever she swirled it. Her expression quickly changed into a sly grin. "Fun fact, wine is actually like eighty percent water, you love that stuff!", she nudged his arm.
"Interesting", he began as he picked up a glass of water from somewhere in Teyvat unknown to Y/n. "However this glass contains 100 percent water, I admire your attempt to sway me", he smiled generously, placing his glass up next to hers.
"To water, in all its purest forms", he declared.
Y/n couldn't help but laugh at the unintended humour that slipped out of his proclamation.
"And to wine", she countered. "For being water that knows how to have a good time".
And with that, they clinked their glasses against each other and sipped.
It was annoying yet commendable how amongst all the people that were surrounding her and Neuvillette, she could manoeuvre her way around heads to meet eyes with Wriothelsey.
He seemed to be uninterested in whatever conversation he was forced into by other famous men and women around him, his eyes managing to find Y/n's easily.
She thought to herself, the year was nearly over, it was time for her to give Wriothesley a taste of his own medicine. He was always messing with her so it was time for her to get revenge.
Turning back to Neuvillette, she stepped closer, her movements slow and deliberate as she tapped his forearm to get his attention.
