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Then, Neuvillette lowers his umbrella, and the shadow is gone; back to an ordinary shell, as mundane as the next. But it’s not, is it? The memory of his fixed look will decorate the halls of his mind for weeks, a perfect compliment to the various others of similar stature, a room full of blue and elegance and grace.
“Keep it,” Neuvillette murmurs. “A reminder. Perhaps, a catalyst.”
“But—” Wriothesley coughs around the lump in his throat. “I was looking at them for you.”
“If you were searching on my behalf,” Neuvillette laughs, bright and glorious, “next time, bring me one closer to the shade of your own eyes, Your Grace.”
Wriothesley's always had a love for the sea, and recently he's also developed a love for the man who always seems to be around it. What the two have in common, well, Wriothesley doesn't know—but he'll be damned if he doesn't get to the bottom of it.
Little does he know, the sea, and its sovereign, love him just as much.
or: Wriothesley, Neuvillette, and the ocean, and how each comes together to form their very own fucked-up version of love; but love nonetheless.