( as a general rule, neuvillette declines most invitations for parties that are sent his way. they are crowded, the chitchat often banal, and the constant attention lingering on his person - the title of chief justice will always hold water, no matter where in fontaine he goes - always leaves him feeling even more like an outsider.
there is, however, no escape from this particular gathering, no matter how he protests.
and what a gathering it is, blinding and decadent, beyond even any that the highest fontaininan noble might have thrown. in his finely tailored suit, ivory-white with a translucent sheen, hair tied back in a loose braid with a blue silk ribbon, he hardly stands out in the crowd. with the veil of anonymity, as it were, draped over his face, he finds himself more willing to mingle with the crowd, ghosting his way across the floor to examine a thin-necked vase here and inspect the foodstuffs laid out there.
the buffet tables nearly buckle under the weight of all the dishes on display, and yet his eyes skim listless over each dish, frown deepening as he searches for one particular thing. )
No water?
( surely not. )
HOUSE OF CARDS
( though he has no wish to play any of the 'games' on display, his observance of a few having left him with a sense of discomfort and dismay, he allows himself to be cajoled into a chair next to a house of cards. it's a simple game of question and answer, he is told, with the only loss being that of his chips should he be so unlucky as to knock the whole thing over.
with his gloved hands folded neatly in his lap, long legs crossed in front of him, he meets the gaze of his partner, violet eyes clear. one hand lifts, gesturing elegantly towards the neatly balanced cards. )
Would you like to go first, or shall I?
MORNING AFTER
( when he wakes, it is in a room he does not recognize, next to a body he is unfamiliar with, the memory of falling asleep absent from his mind. the only mercy is that, unlike when he first awoke in this place, he is clothed, though not in very much. he slips out of bed, careful not to jostle his companion, then sets towards the trousers and shirt tossed casually over the back of the chair
there is a proper order to these things, after all, and the adherence to a schedule (inasmuch as he can) helps settle him in this unfamiliar place. once clothed, he sorts through the basket on the table, through the medicine, the water bottles, the face masks and lotionsβ¦and the particularly large dildo, ridged all around.
he sighs. )
I should hope they at least sanitize these before adding them to the baskets.
OOC
( permissions here, no kink list yet but would prefer to keep to non-penetrative acts/lighter kinks for the tdm. send a pm with any questions or if you'd like to do a different prompt. )
neuvillette | genshin impact
( as a general rule, neuvillette declines most invitations for parties that are sent his way. they are crowded, the chitchat often banal, and the constant attention lingering on his person - the title of chief justice will always hold water, no matter where in fontaine he goes - always leaves him feeling even more like an outsider.
there is, however, no escape from this particular gathering, no matter how he protests.
and what a gathering it is, blinding and decadent, beyond even any that the highest fontaininan noble might have thrown. in his finely tailored suit, ivory-white with a translucent sheen, hair tied back in a loose braid with a blue silk ribbon, he hardly stands out in the crowd. with the veil of anonymity, as it were, draped over his face, he finds himself more willing to mingle with the crowd, ghosting his way across the floor to examine a thin-necked vase here and inspect the foodstuffs laid out there.
the buffet tables nearly buckle under the weight of all the dishes on display, and yet his eyes skim listless over each dish, frown deepening as he searches for one particular thing. )
No water?
( surely not. )
HOUSE OF CARDS
( though he has no wish to play any of the 'games' on display, his observance of a few having left him with a sense of discomfort and dismay, he allows himself to be cajoled into a chair next to a house of cards. it's a simple game of question and answer, he is told, with the only loss being that of his chips should he be so unlucky as to knock the whole thing over.
with his gloved hands folded neatly in his lap, long legs crossed in front of him, he meets the gaze of his partner, violet eyes clear. one hand lifts, gesturing elegantly towards the neatly balanced cards. )
Would you like to go first, or shall I?
MORNING AFTER
( when he wakes, it is in a room he does not recognize, next to a body he is unfamiliar with, the memory of falling asleep absent from his mind. the only mercy is that, unlike when he first awoke in this place, he is clothed, though not in very much. he slips out of bed, careful not to jostle his companion, then sets towards the trousers and shirt tossed casually over the back of the chair
there is a proper order to these things, after all, and the adherence to a schedule (inasmuch as he can) helps settle him in this unfamiliar place. once clothed, he sorts through the basket on the table, through the medicine, the water bottles, the face masks and lotionsβ¦and the particularly large dildo, ridged all around.
he sighs. )
I should hope they at least sanitize these before adding them to the baskets.
OOC
( permissions here, no kink list yet but would prefer to keep to non-penetrative acts/lighter kinks for the tdm. send a pm with any questions or if you'd like to do a different prompt. )