#with Neuvi's pupils

[twilightichor]

𝐂𝐗𝐂𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. The notion that Khaenri'ahns have been taking after some of the dragon customs (if the aeonblight drake and ruin drakes weren't enough as is, already suggesting that their conception wasn't on pure imagination alone) is back with full strength if we consider that, in reality, the dragons prior to the Primordial One's arrival in Teyvat were the first to create automatons like that. Just like in Khaenri'ah, these machines were used for tasks such as building cities under the harshest of conditions, investigation matters and fighting.

[sundays-lover]

a leisurely morning

husband!neuvillette x gn!reader — fluff

synopsis: neuvillette is your otterly clingy and sleepy husband.

content warnings: none (lmk if i should add anything !)

notes: will proofread in the morning <3 i don't think my grammar is good </3 ; this was inspired by his leisurely sea beast ladle and the fact that otters hold hands when they sleep so they don't drift apart 🥹 ; ALSO not important nor explicitly stated but i wrote this while imagining neuvi in the honk shoo mimimi pajamas

you did always think your husband resembled the sea otters you catch sightings of during your seashore strolls. when you began to take note of how similar his usual outfit’s palette is to the critters’ coats, you wondered if it was deliberate.

after sharing your musings with your lovely iudex over dinner, he claimed it to be a mere coincidence. he went on to establish that despite that, he did not mind that he mirrored their appearance. in fact, he has a deep fondness for color schemes that remind him of bodies of water. his rambles on the beauty of water continue for a while, and you simply watched and listened with pure fondness.

since then, you started associating the leisurely otters with your leisurely husband. while these observations began with his appearance, they eventually progressed to his mannerisms, especially with how regularly he gifts you seashells, each donning a different and more intricate design than the previous one (“to add to your collection, dear,” he tells you, but you are no longer certain whether it is your collection or his), but it is especially evident in the predicament you currently find yourself in—

your husband is deep asleep as you lie with your head on his chest. your hands are as entwined as your heartstrings are with his, resting upon his steadily beating heart. his other arm is wrapped around you, holding you tightly to him.

you would have thought that waking up to this feeling of warmth and security was extremely romantic if it weren't for the fact that he would not budge at all…!

having made an agreement-turned-tradition that the first to wake up would be in charge of cooking breakfast, you were more than ready to get out of bed and prepare your husband a hearty meal before he leaves for work, only to be met with the obstacles that are his unmoving arm and hand. had he not tightened his embrace in the middle of your efforts to pull away, you would have considered checking if he was still alive and breathing.

ultimately, you stop fighting against his iron hold and resign yourself to your fate. ‘perhaps living out the rest of my life trapped in his arms doesn't sound so bad…’ you ponder, ‘but shouldn't “tenacity” be an attribute particular to the geo archon?’

perhaps he senses an anomaly in the atmosphere, but he finally begins to show signs of consciousness once you finish that thought.

you feel his grip on you finally loosen before you see him open his eyes. oh, his eyes… he blinks once, then twice, adjusting his vision to the sunlight peeking through the curtains before his pupils meet yours. you have long been a firm believer that looking into his eyes are the visual equivalent of holding a conch shell to your ear and hearing the waves of the ocean.

you're brought back to the present when you hear his sweet voice. “good morning, my dear…”

“good morning, my love~” you sit up and pull the blanket off you when you realize you've regained freedom of movement, “now that you're awake, i can go and make breakfa—”

you're cut off as you're pulled back into bed and again into the pair of arms you've become familiar with this morning. they wrap around your midsection as you feel his body perfectly curl around yours.

“stay a bit longer,” you feel him rest his head atop yours, locking you in his embrace just like earlier, albeit now fully awake and aware.

“but neuvi— breakfast—”

“i have no trials to oversee until this afternoon,” he whispers into the crown of your head while his fingers dance along your arm in search of yours. “there is no rush… we can make brunch… together…”

his words drift off along with his mind into another slumber. you cannot see his face in your current position, but you soon feel his breath even out.

you don't recall ever seeing him sleep in like this before, and consider that he may be exhausted from yesterday's trials.

sleep reaches you as you think of ways to make today brighter for him, and your intertwined hands anchor you as you follow him into the sea of dreams.

note: h hi, this is the first work i'm posting on this blog, i'm so down to be friends but only yk only if you wanna 👉👈 (pls read my pinned first!) & send feedback if you can pleathe...

[lyss-sketchbox]

Friendly reminder of neuvis thing where if he tilts his head down a lil, the white part of his pupils disappears and he looks spookier

[aurorasgate]

neuvillette x afab!reader

the first time neuvi experiences the feeling of your pretty mouth<3

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, oral (male receiving hehe), cum eating

neuvillette had never considered pleasure such as this; your delicate lips pressing kisses over the bulge in his boxers the moment you had unzipped his slacks enough to get to it. his cock was already aching at your light touch and the heat of your breath through the little fabric that separated you spread through his entire body quickly. he had not known this to be something that humans indulged in or that you would be so eager as to do so in his office when stopping by to visit him at work but your dear monsieur neuvillette was never one to deny you.

heavy lashes darken the violet eyes that stare down at you on your knees in front of hin, nestled between his thighs, your own sparkling orbs unable to leave the impressive length that you reveal upon freeing him from his fabric confines. of course you knew how big he was. it wasn’t the first time you had been intimate together but the sight of his devine cock, long and thick with a pretty pink tip, always made your mouth water and right now you found that to be especially true.

before you could move further however, the familiar texture of his gloves brushes against the underside of your chin and with such tenderness he lifts your gaze to his. sunlight pours in from the windows and illuminates him in a soft glow, the rosiness of his cheeks unmistakable on his pale skin and so striking against the swirling purple of his primal, loving, eyes. 

“you are breathtaking, my love.”

if you weren’t flushed under his attention before it was certainly evident that you were now with how his words affected you, adorably shy for someone so needy on their knees before him. his honest and sweet words made your heart beat uncontrollably and you nuzzle into the large hand still lifting your chin before slipping from his grasp to do what you had been so desperate to do.

the way the air left his lungs the moment your tongue licked up the underside of his cock, flat and hot, right along a pretty vein that ran straight up to his flushed tip, was enough to have your pussy clenching around nothing and the taste of him only added to the wetness that damped your panties. 

he wants to speak, tell you how good you feel but the back of his gloved hand on his mouth trying to stifle the groans rumbling from his chest keeps him from getting any words out. and when your delicate hand grabs the base of cock to give you a better angle to envelope his tip between your lips, slowly -inch by inch taking him until he hits the back of your throat, he does not know if can speak at all.

your throat tight around him, the heaviness of him on your tongue, his precum melting against your tastebuds and sticking in your mouth. he had indeed never experienced this type of pleasure and was so very in love with the sweet whimpers you let out as you seemed to be enjoying this as well.

his was fixated on you, pupils thin slits in the lavender glow of his eyes taking in every bit of you. the squeeze of your legs looking for friction. the wetness of the side of your lips and hand that pumps what you can not fit in your mouth. your other hand holding tightly onto his muscular thigh, just above where the tops of his boot rested. the flutter of your eyelashes with each intoxicating motion of your hollowed cheeks and eager tongue.

with a deep, primal, groan you feel him pulse in your hand and against the tip of your tongue when, after taking him as deep as you could, you pull away for a moment of air, your mouth messy with webs of precum and salvia. he doesn’t miss the sinful sight or the way it makes him greed to taste you too despite having just learned of this.. activity. 

even needing air isn’t enough to pull you completely from him, not when it was this addicting to have him like this. through the deep breaths you took you continued to kiss the length of him, swirl the pad of your thumb over his leaking slit, licking him teasingly that gave a growl to his tone.

“mhm- i would appreciate your good behavior darling.”

“i can’t help myself,” you pout, undoubtedly cock drunk but you didn’t care how evident it was, loving how he reacts to you but stopping your fleeting touches to give him proper attention, kissing and sucking his tip, cashmere soft, coating your lips in him.

instinct led him to bury a hand into your hair, first moving back the tresses that had escaped from their place behind your ear, his heart skipping far too many beats at your honied hums when you lean into his touch and pump his dick thrice before taking him in your warm mouth once more.

his fingers flex in your hair, a light tug that would never hurt you falling in time with a groan of your name from the esteemed chief justice who was losing himself at your ministrations. with each attentive lick and swallow of his length, each time you try to take him deeper a small choke contracting around his cock followed by a muffled moan, he grew closer and closer to his release.

with the way you bobbed up and down on him, he can’t help but throw his head back, looking away for the first time since you got on your knees, cascades of long white spilling over the edges of his seat. his fingers tangle further into your own hair and his hips rocks lightly in sync with your movements. deep, hot, breaths turn into a rumble within the depths of his chest as he spills his cum down your throat, plentiful and thick, unable to hold back a single drop with how well you take him and suck him through his orgasm.

amethyst eyes find you before you can pull off of him completely with a pop, though hazy post orgasm bliss watching the string of saliva and cum that still connects you break and make your lips glisten in a mix of you both that he’s quick to taste. his tongue is on your lips before you have even calmed down yourself, powerful hands cradling your face with gentleness despite how desperate his kiss is with him hovering about you. you whimper as his tongue slides into your mouth and claims you desperately, like the taste of him on your tongue was the nourishment he’d been needing for so long.

“neuvillette~” you say breathlessly against his lips when he pulls away to allow you a moment to breathe but your mind is full of nothing but him, how badly you need him and love him and couldn’t bear to be apart from him, not an inch.

he knew, feeling very much the same and kisses you passionately in reply, devouring and swallowing every little murmur you give him. he continues his kisses while helping you to your feet without breaking from you, strong arms being your strength when your knees feel numb but you’re hardly standing for more than a moment before he pulls you into his lap. bangs white as snow and soft as feathers tickling your face at this proximity, your arms wrap around his neck and his embrace tightening around you as if you were not close enough already when he speaks against your lips.

“when i taste you, will you call my name then as well?”

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[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ Moonlit Tides

Tw: slightly suggestive themes hinted at the end. Otherwise, SFW. Idk what this is, just an artistic literary piece of a fanfic w/ Neuvi

“The Chief Justice of Fontaine must exercise impartiality, thus he cannot form intimate relationships with the people of Teyvat.”  

… Is what Neuvillette told you, as you sat ashore during a still night. Although his words were directed at your curiosity, it felt more like he was speaking to himself, recalling his duties as a judge. After all, remaining objective and unbiased is the single most crucial concept that sets the Chief Justice apart from the common folk. 

At least, for the 500 years that he’s been the Iudex of Fontaine.

Yet something about the tone of what he said pulled a melancholic string. His eyes remained on the still waters of Liffey Region, the peaceful silence between you and him sublime. Yet you stood there, beside him, and in a completely relaxed manner, you said: 

“...But I’m not from Teyvat.” 

A simple answer, really. However, the silence followed was not so subdued, as Neuvillette turned to stare at you with widened eyes. Of course, you’re not from this world, you hail from beyond the stars; a simple glance at your star-shaped pupils reflects the truth of this statement.

So why was Neuvillette pondering the possibility only now? He knew that about you, that’s why he recruited your aid in Fontaine, that’s why he let you close as a confidant, that’s why he often poured his troubles to you behind closed doors during late nights. You knew the taste of the Hydro Dragon’s tears. 

But the Chief Justice sought more. On paper, his impartiality means nothing when it comes to you - he cannot judge you, and you cannot be placed on the same scales as the people of Teyvat. Thus the Hydro Sovereign took it upon himself to place you on the scales of his heart. 

At first, It began discreetly. Neuvillette would often invite you for late-night walks by the beach. Away from the courthouse’s commotion, the two of you would stroll and chat away past Marcotte station, letting the salty breeze serenade your minds. Even more so often, The Iudex hand would clasp yours to keep you closer. 

“Take a step with me into the water.” - he would later ask one day.

He knew of your resonance with hydro, therefore diving into Fontaine’s sea must be harmless for you. He would extend his plam and wait for you to bask your feet into shore. Although you initially gave him a hesitant look, he beckoned you closer. “Only to relish the water’s coolness. We don’t have to dip any lower past our knees.” - he would reassure. And so you two would often dip your toes in water during the warm nights, letting his gentle grasp lead you further from shore. It became a routine, and surprisingly, not a single drop of rain would pour from Fontaine’s clouds. Instead, the two of you would be greeted with a clear, starry sky; and Neuvillette worshiped the way your gaze shone when you observed the stars above. The endless cosmos paralleled your star-shaped pupils.      

But days standing ashore wasn’t enough for his draconic instincts, which led Neuvillette to invite you underwater. To stand on the open surface didn’t satiate him, any human could eavesdrop on your tête-à-tête by night. Thus, you would often follow him to the depths of Fontaine's seas, surrounded by lush seaweed and blooming Romaritime flowers. He would hold you close in his protective embrace, leading you to the sandbed of the depth where many Lumitoile starfish are scattered. Like the stars in the sky, you would be in awe at them, too. 

Many nights, he would spend with you leisurely exploring the profundity of the seas, talking about the many curiosities one would find in the deep. He would gift you with small chunks of raw pearls, or compel you to enjoy finding seashells. Of course, that wasn’t the only reason he would swim with you here. The underwater provided ample privacy… and ample noise reduction. 

Words didn’t need to be spoken anymore. His lips would seek your own, knowing you’d provide relief to the turbulence in his heart. Only you knew the taste of the Hydro Dragon’s tears, after all. Neuvillette’s body and intuition screamed for him to keep courting you, albeit not in the same sense as mortals do. That’s why he invited you to many peaceful walks by the water, that’s why he valued your company when sea gazing or star gazing at night, and that’s why he slowly warmed you up to his numerous gifts and trinkets, consisting of luminescent pearls and ancient seashells. Because his leviathan side was unintentionally pursuing you. 

In the depth of the ocean, where minimal sea light pierced through and no human dared to venture, the hydro dragon sovereign would love you, relishing your muffled whimpers and shivers. His keen sense of smell picks up your scent and savors it until your pheromones and cries are mixed with his heat. Body and soul entangled on the soft seabed, and Neuvillette’s sharp teeth desiring your skin. At least, for these tender moments in the depth of the world, he could forget he was the impartial Chief Justice.

Ultimately, you’re not from Teyvat, and only you were a witness to his biased side - a passionate and delicate dragon, whose sharp eyes always lingered on yours and sought you. Like the ocean tides pulled by the moon's unreachable allure.       

Yes, the title is inspired by Fontaine's OST "Moonlit Tides". As always, any art in my writing is my own artwork. thank you for reading so far.

[lillaluna]

a serious question

You were lying on Neuvillette's lap, while he was looking through a document holding it in his hand, which he leaned on the armrest of an upholstered sofa. Dressed in gray satin pajamas, he still looked beautiful. Neuvillette's long hair was gathered into a careless bun, from which strands escaped, which added to his charming carelessness.

You watched the man's pupils run over the text written on the snow-white page, and his eyebrows frown slightly. He was breathing steadily, while Neuvillette's free hand was running through your hair.

"Neuvi?" You called, watching your man's reaction.

"Yes, my love," Neuvillette replied, without taking his concentrated gaze off the paper in his hands.

"And if I were a worm, would you love me?" You asked, trying not to let your voice waver for a second, and your tone remained as serious as possible, as if this question worries you more than anything in your life.

Neuvillette's pupils froze, as did his hand on your hair. The man blinked several times. It took him a few seconds to process your question.

"Yes," The man replied in an even and confident tone. He calmly turned over a piece of paper and continued to read from the other side.

"Why?" You continued the interrogation, carefully looking up at Neuvillette's face.

"Because I love you for who you are, for your soul and for your actions. No circumstances or forms will change my feelings for you," Neuvillette replied calmly, without looking up from the paper. "I'm sure you would be the most beautiful and intelligent worm in the world, and I would love you regardless of everything else. It would be time to buy you an aquarium, or something like that. I would bring you the juiciest and freshest leaves or fruits. Maybe I would have tried to become a worm too…"

"Neuvi?" You called again.

The man stopped his monologue and looked into your eyes.

"I think I'm starting to regret that I'm not a worm," You said, which brought a smile to the judge's face.

[ohnogodpls]

The way you draw neuvillette and Wriothesley has me giggling and kicking my feet, they’re such little guys they make my soul start doing ribbon dances.

I do also have a question, 👀, you mentioned you mainly draw neuvi from head cannons, are there any you don’t draw but enjoy a lot just in your mind?

Hola :3 thank you for the kind words and I am happy to see you like my little guys doing their little guys things

I let this sit for some days to think about headcanons, since I can't think of many. I mostly just get scenarios into my head at like 1am, write them down and doodle them in the evening as a relaxation so it's not like a very thought through thing. But I managed to write down some.

Appearance wise:

First of all, I sort of completely disregard canon details. It's not because I don't like them, but because I draw quick, have no patience, and after drawing a character onec or twice I get their general idea into my head and from there on only draw them from memory. I find it helpful since it is not only quick and comfortable, but allows my sketchy drawings to avoid overcluttering with details. As long as the general shape and colour palette are close to the original - I am happy. Second, I like the idea of some draconic features on Neuv. Sharp teeth, longer sharper tongue, eye pupil delation when he is happy or excited to see something (same for zhongli) and I think it would be cute if his horns would glow when he is pleased, happy or at peace. That's why if you sleep next to him and can't fall asleep because of the light - shh don't wake him up - he is having a sweet dream. Third: he likes to dress up. I need to think of some outfits I could draw him in. In game he often points out that he stands out and causes confusion when he walks around, his status and looks intimidate people into thinking he is there on official business by default. That's why I think over the centuries he acquired an interest in fashion and has a lot of outfits he puts on for more casual outings in that little free time he has.

Personality wise I can't say much. I am like always scared of going too ooc, because I genuinely love the way he is presented in canon, so all I do is more of an addition to it rather than substitute... But I think he would like plants. He would feed them the finest water and enjoy watching them bloom. Plus, Sumeru is right there so perhaps he finds himself fascinated by plants growing there and has a few saplings.

And on a slightly NSFW note: wriolette in my head are switches. I always tag it with wriolette only but I also never draw explicit stuff, but I think they love each other in ways where there is no dynamic of one overpowering another: they tend to each other's comfort and pleasure and happiness in equal matter.

Yeah I don't have much but hopefully this was a nice (slightly long) read. o7 thank you for the question, it was fun to think about

[light-wynd]

Just so I don't relentlessly spam everyone with even more Sigewinne posting, here's a compilation of pretty much everything I have to say about her at the moment in one post:

First of all, SHE'S HOME!!

Super happy to have her, and really looking forward to unlocking more of her voice lines/character stories (hopefully they'll have some more Melusine lore/facts? Please?) because so far I have not been disappointed.

I've also seen her Collected Miscellany video - the way Neuvi narrated it and referred to all Melusines as his daughters was precious ^^

And last but certainly not least... some story quest spoilers below the cut!

I really enjoyed the quest itself, pretty goddamn dark (as expected of Fontaine at this point really) but ended in a very heartwarming way and may or may not have made me tear up, plus it was just nice to get to know Sigewinne's character and past more. She's too good for this world. Also enjoyed Neuvi acting like a concerned father (even by his own admission), ahah.

And I love the fact that just as we think that Melusines are adorable, they feel the same about humans c: Remember that next time you're having a bad day: Melusines think you're cute.

Most importantly though, LOOK AT THIS

LOOK AT THIS!!

I was really, really hoping we'd get to see her original Melusine form, and WE ACTUALLY DID SFFGDSDDS

You bet I'll be drawing this form of hers eventually. I'm obligated to do so, I think.

Also check out the little detail of her pupils being a lighter color in this form! According to Ottnit's dialogue, even her eyesight is closer to that of humans than Melusines, so looks like even that was a result of her transformation?

[reginrokkr]

✦ @guhamun asked: ღ ( a teeny tiny what if from neuvi for the holiday )

One of the things that every long-living being experiences if they encountered the joy of another's presence is the sorrow of solitude. No matter if divine or adeptus, if humans that transcended or were forced into immortality by divine's injustice command, everyone has experienced a hollow deep-rooted in their being that gives way to longing. Some may know what this longing pertains to, others may never out of a lack of knowledge on their own feelings. That is, if they ever acknowledge them to begin with.

In the centuries that followed their first meeting, Dáinsleif has learned that even the mighty dragons can experience the weight of solitude through his observations of one of them forced to live in the prison of a human in the flesh— to the cognizant one, this might be the gravest of insults imparted to the species that were the original inhabitants of this world. But to those who would dare to think outside the box and embrace the transient changes Teyvat experiences, they may find out that it could be key to become one of the deadliest weapons against the very progenitor that created humanity.

There is comfort in finding someone within the darkness of one's life, be it by sharing time together in the same darkness or one becoming the light of the other as a reminder that darkness cannot exist without light, as light cannot exist without darkness. Twilight Sword may have never admitted it out loud, but no matter how deep within the depths of his grief and confusion —that he hopes he had help alleviate even a bit— the Sovereign of Waters may have been and still is to one extent or another, he was that light that glimmered timidly on the surface of the water no matter how deep Dáinsleif may be.

Unbeknownst to him and much to his great surprise, the other way around could be said.

It wouldn't be until one day when they sit together next to the other, the warmth of the fireplace behind them to shelter them from the cold that rain brings to Fontaine. Sapphire irises are half-lidded as his head rests on the Iudex's shoulder long after finding out that physical contact isn't his enemy despite what the abyssal interference within his being wants to make him believe. The simple knowledge that there is someone whom he can always come back to and that grounds him to reality, when all odds would push him to the precipice of madness are gnawing at his back, is sufficient to feel safe in a world he had vowed to alleviate from its suffering, inhabited by humans unknown victims to their progenitor by a cruel fate that only benefits them.

Bough Keeper feels Neuvillette shift next to him and so he rises his head to check on him, curiosity present within his eyes as they connect with the others, reminiscent of the primordial sea. He doesn't notice that the other has disposed of his gloves until his hands cradle his face with a touching tenderness, that only now he realizes how much he's longed for it after centuries of suffering as a result of the curse and corruption. Astral pupils quiver within glacial sapphire depths, his breath caught on his throat byproduct of an anticipation that not even he recognizes. The warmth he feels in his heart too present— overwhelming even to analyze what is happening. That is, until Neuvillette finds whatever he's been searching for in his eyes that pushes him to move, his blue lashes fluttering close as his lips press in a chaste kiss against Dáinsleif's.

Truthseeker's eyes widen in shock as a series of brief flashbacks inundate his mind, all of them scattered moments in which the Sovereign confessed fear and uncertainty over a topic that was so foreign to him yet so present among humans. For no matter if one is stranger to humanity, it takes but one to observe closely their habits in order to realize that there is something deeper that connects some. A tear rolls down his face as one realization dawns on him: whenever he expressed longing, desire to feel the same beautiful sentiments he's read in books every time love was described... was it about him?

Love shouldn't hurt, it's what Dáinsleif told him in the past. Even now, he's a believer of this to be true and so it should be for others under normal circumstances. But he's painfully aware that his aren't normal circumstances, and what he feels inside is a turmoil of feelings hard to tell apart beyond the darkness that has always followed him like a shadow. He's tainted beyond salvation, disfigured to the point that he can no longer consider himself human— a beast in all his right, a direct enemy to the being of light that Neuvillette is. Then, why? Did he not consider even once that there is more wrong than good in making him the object of his newfound affection?

Unless... he did, and this is his answer.

Despite the whirlpool of thoughts plaguing his mind, Twilight Sword is powerless to fight a much stronger feeling than his rationale could ever keep at bay. Trembling as they are, he pushes himself to envelop Neuvillette's figure in his embrace as albescent lashes flutter close and, at long last, he reciprocates the kiss however his poor memories command roseate lips to move. As much as he believes himself to be a beast, there is one thing that he cannot ignore: his own longing. To find a companion that decides to stay by his side, no matter how great his inner darkness may be. The realization that the Iudex has become just that to him —or rather, that he always was— fills him with emotions he hasn't felt in a very long time. Perhaps it is not a matter of being deserving of tender feelings like these, regardless of how adamant Dáinsleif is to believe that he's unworthy. But something entirely different that his mind cannot put together cohesively.

Their foreheads press together when the kiss ends, the initial tear that rolled down his face followed by more he feels Neuvillette wiping away with his thumbs. Were he wish to find the source that motivated his crying, he would find that what started as a sorrowful sentiment became one of happiness that is reflected within his quivering irises as Dáinsleif opens his eyes and looks at him, his lips trembling as much as they barely remember now how to smile. ◜Had I known sooner that this was what motivated you to learn about love... I would've tried to help you better than that.◞ Far from the deep and steady voice he usually has, it breaks under the weight of emotion that flows within him. But perhaps... it doesn't matter anymore.

For one of the other things he had taught Neuvillette in the past, too, is that love needn't have a reason to be.

[monsieur-neuvillette]

[Neuvillettes horns twitched, growling softly and making his presence far more known, glaring daggers at the stranger as his pupils adjust, suddenly hooking an arm around Wriothesleys waist and pulling the dukes back against Neuvi’s chest, dipping to take up the crook of his neck, a growl rumbling in his throat, only loud enough for Wriothesley to hear, his other hand creeping up Wriothesleys chest and choosing to rest over his heart, other arm completely encircling Wriothesleys waist]

“Is there a problem here?”

[His glare grows sharper if its even possible at the word “problem”, grip getting tighter as the word curved to a deeper tone, horns pressed to his head]

[Theres soft, almost silent footsteps, Neuvillettes head peeking in slightly, trying to listen into the conversation, glaring at the stranger he is talking to]

~ @monsieur-neuvillette

Are we done, then? Because I'm not working right now, so I'd prefer anything relevant be kept for the appropriate time.