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˗ˏˋdialogue : kissingˎˊ˗
change pronouns as needed!
“god– i wanna kiss you.”
“can i kiss you?”
“just one kiss and i’ll never ask again.”
“let me be your first.”
“it doesn’t have to mean anything.”
. uh. like this for a wrio in your inbox
@xiincun asked: wrio....... E10.................
a guy
. @piercingdarke ; cont.
"sure you do, i can see it in your eyes diluc." the grin across the hound's lips fills his voice as he leans closer still, ears twitching atop his head amongst the mess of two-toned hair. it takes every ounce of wriothesley's self restraint to keep his hands to himself - even as the taller of the two presses himself further back against the wall behind him. the brawler isn't quite sure why he chose this moment to make diluc squirm like this. he wishes he could say it was just because he's fond of the expression diluc makes when he's second guessing himself. but... that would be a lie.
"oh, i can stop any time. i just... well, i don't want to, red. not when you make that face every time i get close like this. quite the sight, if you ask me." voice drops a pitch, teeth glinting between wriothesley's lips as he inches closer still with no obvious signs of stopping. maybe this is just petty revenge for diluc's far chillier nature being wriothesley's company day in and day out recently? or maybe he just wants to see what will happen when he pushes the redhead that little bit further than he really should. ten coupons says that the phoenix is going to lash out any second now.
"what will you do for me, red? if i leave you alone to your brooding?" a hand lifts, fingertip dancing o'er the neckline of diluc's shirt - not quite touching yet. no, he wants to make this last longer still.
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The Duke 🐺⛓
. @moonhund ; "When was the last time you actually got some rest?" lack of sleep starters . accepting
eyelids are heavy as the administrator looks up at the origin of the voice on the other side of his desk. wriothesley's eyes burn against the light from the lamp sat only a few inches away from jono's visage hanging in the swimming darkness above the hound. he'd fallen asleep at his desk again, hadn't he? scrunching his face up and pressing the heel of his palms into his eyes, wriothesley jolts upright with an unceremonious noise somewhere in the back of his throat. the hint of concern he's sure he heard in the hunting dog's voice is immediately put down to his being half asleep still as the guard dog stumbles to his feet - readying himself for the sight of a fresh capture stood just behind jono--
no one. jono's alone. stood there with a decisively uncharacteristic frown plastered across his expression.
"careful," he warns, voice cracking like he hasn't used it in a week. icy gaze eventually locks with the soldier and defences are raised without a second thought. wriothesley doesn't spare the time to consider why jono is one of the few people he knows that can prompt wriothesley's lesser seen impulsive side. "i might start t' think you care about me, jono. wouldn't want our wires to get crossed like that, would we? imagine what the rest of the team would think. tsk."
Without adaptation, he'd be worthless as an agent. Without a mask... well, he might as well lay out his hand for all to see, the meticulous Duke included. Mischievous jades remain trained on the other, taking a sweep over his figure, not forgetting to include those lovely platforms Wriothesley struts in. Regardless of how comfortable Sampo appears to be with the other man, he knows that he's playing with fire when he makes stupid remarks && small jabs, whisper sweet nothings. Great physical connection, chemistry enough to make things enticing. Fatuus needs little more to continue his game.
Curiosity expressed through the tilt of his head, his countenance remains unchanged. That is, until the Administrator speaks. Blue brows furrow slightly, but he doesn't bite on the cushy bait. While it's difficult to pick up on any hints of sarcasm, he knows that the Duke is a nice guy when interacting with many that aren't of the Tall, Blue, && Handsome make. If the hound wasn't stalking into his space, he'd probably would've started whining && groveling. Express his gratitude while voicing his hardship here in the Fortress.
Involuntary flutter of lashes are accompanied by a soft yet startled breath. While he's never admitted it to Wriothesley, gentle or rough, he really enjoys the feeling of his fingers dancing across his skin. Can't help but give the Duke his attention, lips parting expectantly as he can tell that the shorter man has suddenly gained a bit of height. Should've laughed at the sight instead, Wriothesley knowingly incited a teasing warmth with that ghost of a kiss. With an annoyed huff, he retorts, ❝ You make it sound as if I'm a freeloader. I've been playing by the rules here, Your Grace. ❞
At first, he composes himself enough to practice restraint as the hound backs off. Slight dip in his brows still paints a portrait irritation, however. No smile or batting of his lashes can save him here, but judging by the overly pleased expression plastered on the man some steps away, it wouldn’t matter if he had such help.
Improv is the most reasonable to take the reins, Sampo takes careful steps closer, forcing his face to at least soften on his brief trek. Knee nudges a leg wider as he makes a space for himself between imposing limbs. Doesn’t lay a hand on him, but leans down to recapture the lost proximity. ❝ I’m well aware bribery won’t work on you, but I’m a kind enough fellow to still be willing to offer things without expecting much in return, ❞ sultry tinge to his tone leaves little to the imagination.
it's always a game of push and pull with sampo, wriothesley learns again and again every time they meet in the duke's office like this. should he be entertaining the thief like he is? more than likely not. does it bring a new rush to wriothesley's day to day work that he just can't seem to shake off when it's dangled in front of his nose like it is? also no. the hound doesn't often let anything less than cold logic and reason do the thinking for him but sampo has always been an extreme case - a rogue element that wriothesley has never quite managed to pin down with perfect accuracy. each time he gets closer and closer still but there's always a small part of the fool that pushes back and has the hound on the backfoot.
and he still can't decide if it's driving him insane or if there's an element of anticipation - waiting to see what direction sampo koski will take their encounters next.
duke doesn't budge as the taller advances on his position - doesn't flinch as a knee pushes its way closer, opening wriothesley up further. brow raises minutely, chin lifts and the hound watches with blown pupils as sampo leans in closer - that voice of his dropping a few octaves and sending an electric rush down wriothesley's spine. it settles somewhere in the pit of his stomach as hands shift to grip the edge of the desk either side of him in an effort to return the gesture of not laying a hand on the other. two can play at that game. "what exactly is it you're offering me here, hm? let me say it to you plainly, sampo. i won't hand you coupons, nor will you sway my say on just what work you're allowed to do in here..."
despite himself, wriothesley finds himself leaning up closer and closer to those tantalisingly close lips. the ones he can still taste after their last encounter behind closed doors and hidden away in the one room of the fortress that the duke keeps for himself. despite himself, the corner of his mouth twitches upward into a hint of a smirk. "by all means, make your case. i won't deny you - or anyone in here - that right. just... make it a good one - won't you?"
. @dupliciti ; Can I get an extra pillow? lack of sleep starters . accepting
arms remain firmly crossed over the duke's chest as he watches sampo stand at the other side of his desk with that same stupid grin he's always got within easy reach. wriothesley can't tell if prison suits the thief or if he's just putting on a good show of confidence as he adjusts to the different lifestyle down here. either way, the hound knows he's not going to glean much information just by staring at the taller man. that much he knows for sure.
tilting his chin upwards and allowing a hint of a smile to creep across his lips, wriothesley can't help the shine in his eyes in lieu of a verbal response - if only for a delayed moment. eventually, the hound speaks as he pushes himself to his feet and rounds the edge of his desk, voice punctuated by dull footsteps as he crosses the metal floor. "sure you can, sampo. did you really think i'd want any of my residents to spend their nights uncomfortable within these four walls?"
this line of work relies on wriothesley understanding how best to communicate with very specific types of people and - unfortunately (or fortunately? he hasn't quite decided on that one just yet) for him - sampo koski is someone wriothesley has plenty of experience communicating with. placing himself in front of the taller man, the hound lifts a hand and allows his fingertips to brush 'gainst sampo's jawline - up and around to cup his cheek and tilt that infuriatingly handsome visage down to fully lock his gaze with those jade hues. only when he's sure he's got sampo's full attention, does the duke lift up to his tip toes and brush his lips against the thief's own pair. "a pillow costs five coupons. coupons can be earnt through work within the fortress. try earning some like the rest of the people in here, hm?"
with that, sampo is released and wriothesley retreats to lean back against his desk with an undeniably smug grin spreading across his expression.
Not on his best behavior by a longshot, but he's biting down on his tongue to avoid saying things that'll go too far. Oh, but he wants to draw out more bite than bark. Push Wriothesley to the edge in his own realm. See where that gets him with the man. Clearly Sampo doesn't know what's good for him.
Sudden jerk of his body elicits a gasp. A breathy sound that morphs into a short chuckle. Amusement sparkling in his eyes as he finds the whole display laughable rather than intimidating. Eyelashes mimic the small adjustment of greens, taking obvious glances at the hound's mouth.
❝ You have quite a lot of faith in my abilities, ❞ words playing upon a mischievous lilt. ❝ I didn't let myself get caught, handsome. I ended up here fair && square. Is that so hard to believe ? ❞ With the disgustingly self-satisfied grin he's sporting now, he's far beyond trying to convince the Duke of anything.
the pet name earns a split second of pause from the hound, expression twitching minutely before jaw works and teeth grit. though, despite the thoroughly de-clawed tone to his voice, wriothesley still all but growls his next words. "hard t' believe this isn't some part of your self serving plans? yeah. exactly."
still, part of the duke wants to believe him. wants to believe that this was just some stroke of luck that the thief finally fell into the grasp of the authorities and ended up being sent to the one place that's capable of holding him for any amount of time. that flicker of hope has scarred hand loosening in its grip on all too familiar scarlet jacket somewhat. he doesn't miss the glances at his lips, though. doesn't manage to avoid returning them on instinct, his chest tightening at the involuntary memories that start to filter through the haze of annoyance and paranoia.
not letting go just yet, though - verglas hues remain fixated upon jade above him even as the hound's head tilts until sampo can all but feel shallow breaths against his skin. wriothesley's voice is low, barely a whisper as he fills the fiend's vision. "a word of warning, sampo. this is my turf. i know everything that happens down here. if you want to enjoy some semblance of peace during your stay, you'll follow the rules just like everyone else - are we clear?"
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Lack of Sleep Starters!
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When was the last time you actually got some rest?
Alright, that's it. You're going to bed, and I'm not taking no for an answer.
Look at you! You're spilling coffee.
You have bags, and I'm not talking about the Gucci kind.
Jesus, have you been awake the entire night?
It's 4am. You need sleep.
You're safe here. You can rest now.
I promise, I'm fine. I just look tired a lot, thanks to... the tiredness.
Look, I'm okay! I've pulled all nighters before.
This isn't the first time I've gone without sleep.
I'll carry you to bed if I have to.
Do I need to baby you?
Huh? What? I'm awake, I swear!
You just ran into the wall. It's time to lie down.
Go. To. Bed. That's an order.
I made a nest for you. You can sleep in that, if you want.
Can I get an extra pillow / blanket?
Want me to tuck you in, too?
I'll check in on you in an hour. You'd better not have moved.
this could get a little chilly!
. wriothesley + body hcs
one. his eyes are incredibly sensitive to bright or flashing lights. he spends limited time under direct sunlight or in brightly lit places because he gets frequent and quite debilitating migraines if he doesn't pace himself. this is both a result of extended periods of time spent within the fortress and also the frequent head traumas he suffered when he was younger.
two. wriothesley has a very limited appetite, having spent a great deal of his life either running on minimal rations or working for what little food he could earn once within the fortress walls, he's adapted to only need the bare minimum to function normally. it's not exactly healthy or ideal but he'd rather someone else got the meal if he doesn't particularly need it. he spent a lot of time as a child being malnourished and has never quite gotten rid of the association between a full meal and feeling ill after extended periods of time without decent food.
three. he doesn't enjoy pain. he has a surprisingly low pain tolerance but he's an incredibly good actor when it comes down to avoiding letting on that he's in pain. he still deals with a variety of types of phantom pain in most of the scars on his body, meaning that on bad days he's a lot more elusive from the public eye - tending to hide away in his office and manage things with a much less hands-on approach as much as physically possible without upsetting his reputation within the fortress.
four. yes his ears and tail are incredibly sensitive. no you shouldn't touch them without warning or you will be punted. you have been warned.
five. despite what he lets on, the scars on wriothesley's neck are an incredibly uncomfortable subject for him. unless he trusts you with his life, any contact with his neck is strictly off limits - even to the point that being caught by the throat in a fight is an effective way to throw him off and cause him to slip up, forcing an opening. whilst he's gotten very good at stopping this from happening, there have been the odd occasion in the past.
six. a lot of the scars on his arms and chest are from misfires while he was developing the prototypes for his gloves. more than one version of his weapons have blown up in his face.
seven. a kinda nsft bonus the most sensitive (and safest) parts of his body to kiss are his wrists and stomach/hips. have fun with that :)
I know who I’m saving for 👉🏽👈🏽
That anger paired with the fact that his platform boots can't even get him too close to Sampo's face to bite is almost too comical. However, this thief is fully aware that if he decides to crack a joke about height or otherwise now, the Duke would not hold back. Seeing as he just made his way into this place, he would rather not make himself miserable to start.
Exasperated laugh punctures the air, fading into a near hiss chasing the dull pain. ❝ Trying to get at you ? Perhaps I might be trying to get under your skin. Don't you miss me ? ❞ He hums, trying to find his next thought.
❝ If it's not a smart move && you're the boss around here, then maybe you should punish me yourself. ❞ Lacks tact, new grin growing toothy as soon as the amusement spreads.
typical.
nose wrinkles and lip curls in a snarl as wriothesley is forced to lift his chin to meet jade hue hung tauntingly above him. he shouldn't be getting this wound up about this - it's only going to give the damned pain in the ass more ammunition to use at the end of the day... but the hound can't help the way canine ears pin back against his head and his hand shifts to instead grip a fistful of sampo's jacket in order to unceremoniously yank him down to eye level. "punish you? you're in the fortress of meropide now, sampo - punishment down here isn't something you ask the duke for if you know what's good for you--"
he knows this is useless. he knows sampo is only going to take what wriothesley throws at him and twist it into another joke or misdirection without so much as pausing for thought. the hound knows what he wants to do to the thief, knows what he should do if he wants the fool to play along from here on out; but they can't do that. not down here. not where wriothesley has a responsibility to the other people under his care to ensure they're all treated fairly. no. sampo koski should not have gotten himself sentenced down here if it was wriothesley's attention he wanted. tugging harder, their faces are mere inches apart as the duke all but growls his next question. "let's try again, shall we? why are you down here? why did you let yourself get caught?"
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My primo is in danger ahaha...
Upon arrival at the receiving desk, Jono's expression darkens into a scowl of disapproval. It would be easy to assume he's irritated by the casual way Wriothesley lounges with boots atop the desk while greeting him so informally, but anyone with any proper understanding would know it's Wriothesley's entire existence that sours the Hunting Dog's mood. Oh how he hates people whose skin he cannot easily get under.
Seeming to realize he's frowning and thus giving away his innermost feelings, Jono straightens with a huff, forcing a thin, venomous smile in response to the administrator's words. "Oh, on the contrary, I volunteered. I was hoping to find you here, dead from boredom. It would have been the icing on an overall exceptional day.
"But, since you unfortunately insist on still breathing, you may as well do your job." Unceremoniously, Jono hauls his captive forward with all the care of presenting a bag of garbage. "The vice captain will want to chew on this one soon, so be sure to stow him somewhere suitable, if you'd be so kind."
"why would i lay down and die when i'm all but guaranteed to have the pleasure of your company again soon? really, jono, you underestimate me." the grin widens across the administrator's features as he drops his heels from atop the desk and makes his way to his feet. this one is the most interesting of wriothesley's glorified delivery men. really, he should start keeping note of the colourful variations of insults jono lists off every minute they're together - he could publish them in a newspaper or magazine and make a sweet little side hustle of the scheme. god knows that would only prompt more of the hound's material to be brought to the surface, aiding in the guard dog's endeavour.
ah, but he's getting distracted again. icy gaze fixes on the captive now stood defiantly between the two of them. what a professional image they're presenting to a hardened criminal today, hm? grinning back towards jono, wriothesley shrugs and gestures for jono to lead the way. "change of protocol, jono - you have to store the catches. i have to make sure they go in the right place. saves little old me being left alone with the specific brand of dangerous individuals your team capture - i'm sure you understand, hm?"
if there's a hint of a challenge in his tone, then wriothesley pays it no mind as he steps aside with something of an exaggerated gesture down the hallway. "down this way, if you'll please. we can't leave this poor soul standing out here in the open for too long. really, i'm surprised you haven't kept up to date with changing protocols."
