#icerberus

In reality, the fortress && the upper world , are somewhat similar to a two different kind of nations, furina , the current hydro archon may be the ruler of whole fontaine, but when it comes to the underworld, her voice is not as iron clad as someone expected , whatever may happen below the seawater the hydro archon's rule is exempted && any secrets made there won't be known --- after all nothing slip past outside the iron walls that secludes any kind of rumors && secret, the duke had really made a nation for himself but that doesn't mean she doesn't have an intel or two.

After all , the melusines aren't the brightest kind of creature when it comes to human secrecy & privacy - whatever they hear or know they are glad to share the bits of information -- especially to the hydro archon of the said nation. A little persuasion && then - TA DA!! furina had all the information she needed. So it was no wonder why she found herself inside the iron walls of the said prison.

❝ Now , Now !! I know my appearance here is nothing but a surprise, but i couldn't help but be amused , with how you, my dearest people of fontaine -- reacts to see me here --- to be expected , of course -- it was me, they hydro archon ; after alll~ she had set her foot in this place. hmhh ~ haha.❞ She giggled quite proudly -- as she basked under the gaze of her people. Some was surprised, meanwhile others was unbothered && most are glaring daggers , understandable since some of the prisoners here was sent here with her watching their trial as entertainment.

@icerberus: “I believe I’m starting to … taste the difference?” Wriothesley says after his second glass of water. He’s not sure if it’s his palette or if water truly has a taste all together, but so far, he’s trying. He wants to enjoy the things Neuvillette enjoys. He wants to bridge the gap between them and understand the world from his perspective; starting with the water Neuvillette enjoys so much. “Hmm, yes. I think this one is good. Where is this from again?” He smiles. trying. so hard.

      the  iudex  is  aware  humans  are  incapable  of  discerning  the  varied  flavors  of  water  beyond  surface  level    ——    &  wriothesley  was  endeavoring  to  glimpse  further  into  its  intricacies.  separating  them  were  four  glasses  of  water,  each  from  a  different  nation  /  region,  &  violet - blue  eyes  observed  the  prison  warden:  hands  folded  neatly  atop  the  table,  focus  not  once  leaving  him.  truth  be  told,  neuvillette’s  definition  of  enjoyment  was  in  a  whole  other  league  &  one  might  say  he  is  . . .  boring.  that  right  there  was  his  self - perceived  opinion,  setting  him  further  apart  from  the  rest  of  society.  it  plays  an  extremely  tiny  role  in  a  lack  of  lover,  something  he  could  not  care  less  about  having.    (    not  when  the  prophecy  looms  over  his  neck  like  a  guillotine  . . .    )

“   ah:  it  is  from  a  deep,  underground  reservoir  in  natlan.  did  you  perhaps  catch  its  almost  creamy,  sweet  aftertaste?  that  is  a  byproduct  of  it  passing  through  volcanic  rock,  pulling  out  minerals  from  surrounding  formations.  there  is  volume:  it  lingers  on  the  tongue,  and  provides  a  myriad  health  benefits  including  aiding  with  hydration,  healthy  skin,  digestion, well - being  . . .   ”

@icerberus: “Won’t you stay for tea?” Wriothesley reaches for the dragon’s hand, inviting him, and then leading him to the table for afternoon tea. The duke just brewed it, the finest tea from his collection.

it was not the wisest move to stay within the fortress of meropide for so long. with how many inmates likely hold grudges or worse against the iudex, he purposefully avoided the location unless he was needed. but here he was, in said fortress with the duke of it holding his hand and insisting he stayed.

humanity will always confuse the reincarnated sovereign, even with how long he's dwelled amongst their midst. how could they be the way they are, it is a mystery to him. yet, he could not bring himself to deny wriothesley's wish. instead of pulling away or standing his ground, the iudex follows, not saying a word as the door behind them shut and he was ushered to the table where he sat on one of the chairs and studied the other brewing away.

"I didn't raise you to be this disrespectful. I'm not that old." Qrow grumbled as he pulled his arm away from Wriothesley's grip and straightened his shirt. "But thank you, I suppose. It would have been a tragedy if I'd gotten these all dirty before your dad got a chance to see them."

If he was going to turn over a new leaf, Qrow was going to wipe the slate clean. It was time he upgraded from the same old outfit he'd worn the last fifteen years.

qrow hears past the sarcasm of the words and feels the affection behind the gesture.

he knows them both exactly too well.

weary fingers wrap around the warmth of a small ceramic cup; moist heat soothes his skin amid the dry scratch of Vacuo, and the heady spices of their type of tea bitters the drink close enough to coffee or bourbon for him to enjoy. he smiles beneath a fond glance in his companion's direction. he has finally given up wasting so much effort over hiding his truer self. this one has not reached that point yet.

Fortress   of   Meriopede . . .    Monsieur   Neuvillette   described   it   as   the   Wolf's   den.   a   place   for   or   those   convicted   to   have   a   chance   at   a   new   life,   for   their   crimes   will   forever   stain   a   person's   life   in   Fontaine..   Kabukimono   thought   about   it   a   lot   on   his   way   down   there.   being   so   deep   underwater   doesn't   make   him   the   most   comfortable   &&   so,   attempted   to   keep   himself   occupied   enough.   he   is   doing   this   for   his   beloved,   after   all..   even   if   the   thought   of   these   walls   collapsing   is   weighing   on   him   like   a   lingering   fear.   he   wonders   whether   Niwa's   killer   could   possibly   be   in   here   too   or   could   had   been   in   the   past   centuries..   mayhaps   the   archives   could   help   in   his   quest?   may   as   well   try   &&   see.

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Answered!

I'll elaborate some though! Another reason that he tends to prefer flings, among humans that is, is that he tends to shapeshift the sex of his form for whatever he's feeling he wants in bed that time.

That makes it a little hard to write off himself as a normal human.

You play? Oh, such a simple question, yet it brings an instant smirk to the general's face. He has often heard the phrase of living under a rock in reference to someone being out of touch with current events - perhaps they ought to rephrase it to living under the sea, instead.

"You could say that, yes." A nod, a flash of a grateful smile as he accepts the tea. The Duke is, apparently, unaware that the King of Invokations himself sits within his metal walls.