Wrightwood

Wrightwood is responsible for caring for the tower, he also serves as Deco's bodyguard.





"Rise and shine." Wrighwood says as he pulls the curtains from the window using his tail, allowing rays of sun to enter the room and letting out the smell of dust. As always, it seems a hurricane has passed through, a single bed lay in disarray covered with books, the wardrobe seemed at the point of bursting from being stuffed with blankets, and a study table, currently holding the other room's occupant was covered with pictures, some trinkes strewn about and a notebook. Said notebook was currently digging itself onto the spiral's face.

"Hng... what?" DECO lift's his face, squinting at the sudden attack on his eyes, he blearily lifts his head as he rubs his eyes. It's possible to see ink smudges where he was resting his face.

"I see you were up late studying." The banescale says fondly, before turning to look at one of the pictures resting on the table. He smirks. "And that you have comissioned some people to paint you?"

DECO seems alert for the first time since he woke and quickly grabs the picture before showing it off to Wrightwood. "It was a gift actually!" He says smiling brightly. "A talented painter gave it to me, I think they captured my inner child rather well don't you think? I was adorable!"

"Yes, yes. You were adorable." The taller agreed. "But your cuteness won't get your work done. Come on, let's go eat and get ready for the day." He started shuffling towards the door.

"Ah- Wait!" Wrightwood managed to turn just as DECO flung himself at his neck in an embrace. Slightly startled at first, he quickly composed himself and retributed the affectionate gesture. "I love you." The spiral whispered as he presses himself into Wrightwood, relishing in the warmth of his beloved.

The banescale covers him the best he can with his wings due to a lack of arms, inhaling deeply before letting whatever stress he might be feeling melt away, exhaling.
"I love you too."

They stand still embracing for a minute before letting go. "Now, let's go get something to eat!" DECO exclaims. "I'll help you cook something up, i think i found some pretty good recipes these past few days."

"I'm thankful, but you might want to scrub off that ink from your face before cooking anything." Wrightwood laughs as DECO hurries to a mirror cursing.