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It is a crisp cold Friday evening, the sun is just about to set in the horizon and a harsh breeze nips at Wriothesley’s cheeks. He doesn’t mind it however, as he walks hand in hand with Neuvillette. The warmth radiating from their conjoined hands spreads far enough through his entire body that he doesn’t really care about the chilly weather.
They’re headed down the street towards their favorite cafe, and looking at Neuvillette now—his hair wiping across his face, nose and cheeks flushed pink from the cold, bundled up in the warmest and fluffiest of scarfs and thick coat—Wriothesley is quite literally walking on sunshine, feeling like the luckiest man on earth.
Neuvillette is so beautiful.
A realization dawns on him, that he hardly ever tells him so, and he panics.
Wriothesley stops walking, and Neuvillette stumbles backwards not noticing his boyfriend had stopped and had carried on walking. Wriothesley steadies him and says, a little breathlessly, “You’re so beautiful”
Neuvillette’s lips form a cute little ‘oh’ shape, and he cocks his head to the side in confusion.
“What?”
“I said, you’re so beautiful” Wriothesley repeats, tucking a strand of hair behind Neuvillette’s ear.
“I uh—okay?”, he chuckles, growing shy underneath Wriothesley’s loving gaze. “Thank you”, he mumbles, looking down at their clasped hands and smiling. Wriothesley just knows a cute little blush would be decorating his entire face and ears, were it not for the fact that the cold already insured his boyfriend’s face was flushed. He watches on, enamored as Neuvillette brings up their hands and kisses his knuckles.
“We should hurry up inside and warm up” Wriothesley tells him.
“Of course” Neuvillette answering smile is blinding and Wriothesley thinks, he really is the luckiest man alive.