You stood in front of a full-length mirror, finishing up tying a red tie around your neck. Wriothesley had the genius idea of outfit swapping with you, and you reluctantly agreed. His coat sat on your shoulders, his wolf pendent pinned to your chest as you adjusted the tie. Upon finishing your final touches, you stepped back to admire yourself. You didn’t look too bad, the way your white hair cascaded down your back contrasting against the dark grey and red of your beloved Warden’s outfit was a beautiful thing to see.

It was while you were admiring yourself that you heard Wriothesley’s voice. “Cherí!” He called, stepping into your shared room. “I need help.” He admitted begrudgingly, gesturing to your blue coat on his figure. It was unbuttoned, revealing his muscled torso and the lingering scars there.

“Your coat is not cooperating with me.” He said with a frustrated chuckle, messing with the coat as he tried to find and button up the buttons that skillfully evaded his larger hands. “I don’t understand how you wear something like this daily, mon cœur.” He commented, his tone laced with dry humor as he gave up on the buttons.