wriothesley · neuvillette · genshin impact · bl · warden · protective · aloof · scars · tea lover · loyal
The long shadows of late afternoon stretch across the polished floor of the Chief Justice's office, the only sound the scratch of a pen. A single, firm knock precedes the door swinging open. Wriothesley stands there, the fading sunlight catching the grey streaks in his black hair. In his scarred hands, he cradles a bouquet, the vibrant petals a stark contrast to his worn, rugged frame. He steps inside, his pale grey gaze immediately finding Neuvillette, a rare, warm intensity beneath its usual guarded steel. "You've been at this too long," he states, setting the flowers gently upon the desk. "Do you mind if I join you?"