[ Gustave wants answers, and Verso understands. They always want answers, anyone he works with for even moments at a time, and Verso has a lot more of them than they could ever possibly know. And he wants to give them the truth, or at least parts of it, would like to be able to just talk to him and lay it all out. The fantasy of talking over dinner at a nice restaurant is long out of reach, but somewhere in his mind Verso can still imagine a reality where the secrets aren't as painful or as difficult as they really are, things he can share over long nights shared under a starlit sky.
But he can't. There are some things he can share, but most of it, he can't. And that's how it'll always be, that's how its best for everyone. There is some information he'd like to give, but he somehow has a feeling that any slight give he offers Gustave is not going to be met with backing off but instead only with more questions, and that's just opening up so much he doesn't want to deal with. Especially right now.
It's been two years. He's been watching Gustave for weeks. He wants him so desperately, wants to show him how much he's missed him, like that will keep him from hurtling off any more cliffs or pressing any more guns to his head, like that alone might be answer enough to any thoughts about how and why he's kept away for this long. Surely, none of it matters, when he's finally here?
Verso keeps moving forward as Gustave steps back -- and careful to keep from driving him to the edge where rock floor plummets into nothing. He steps around, drives him towards a smooth rock wall, instead. Step by step, his eyes still flickering to his throat, back up. ]
You won't need as much time as I did. [ The flicker of a smile. ] I'm a good teacher.
[ There's an unspoken not-quite-promise in there. Not just a "I can teach you" but an "I will teach you", quietly implied.
And when Gustave's back finally does hit something he can't back into anymore, the cold unyielding rock and stone, Verso steps closer. He reaches out, braces one hand against the wall by Gustave's side -- but to his credit, not any further. He stays there, at a reasonable arm's length, not wanting to force it even though the look in his eyes might betray just how much he wants to. Gustave is beautiful and he can see it all in his eyes, can see how much he wants this, too, even as he's so unsure, and Verso just wants to show him, wants to prove to him, that everything is fine. That it's all going to be better, now that they're both here.
His fingers curl slightly against the rock, eyes half lidded, voice sliding just a little bit lower. ]
But not right now.
[ There's other things he'd prefer to be doing. And he swears, if another Nevron shows up, he's going to destroy them. ]
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Date: 2025-06-04 10:49 pm (UTC)But he can't. There are some things he can share, but most of it, he can't. And that's how it'll always be, that's how its best for everyone. There is some information he'd like to give, but he somehow has a feeling that any slight give he offers Gustave is not going to be met with backing off but instead only with more questions, and that's just opening up so much he doesn't want to deal with. Especially right now.
It's been two years. He's been watching Gustave for weeks. He wants him so desperately, wants to show him how much he's missed him, like that will keep him from hurtling off any more cliffs or pressing any more guns to his head, like that alone might be answer enough to any thoughts about how and why he's kept away for this long. Surely, none of it matters, when he's finally here?
Verso keeps moving forward as Gustave steps back -- and careful to keep from driving him to the edge where rock floor plummets into nothing. He steps around, drives him towards a smooth rock wall, instead. Step by step, his eyes still flickering to his throat, back up. ]
You won't need as much time as I did. [ The flicker of a smile. ] I'm a good teacher.
[ There's an unspoken not-quite-promise in there. Not just a "I can teach you" but an "I will teach you", quietly implied.
And when Gustave's back finally does hit something he can't back into anymore, the cold unyielding rock and stone, Verso steps closer. He reaches out, braces one hand against the wall by Gustave's side -- but to his credit, not any further. He stays there, at a reasonable arm's length, not wanting to force it even though the look in his eyes might betray just how much he wants to. Gustave is beautiful and he can see it all in his eyes, can see how much he wants this, too, even as he's so unsure, and Verso just wants to show him, wants to prove to him, that everything is fine. That it's all going to be better, now that they're both here.
His fingers curl slightly against the rock, eyes half lidded, voice sliding just a little bit lower. ]
But not right now.
[ There's other things he'd prefer to be doing. And he swears, if another Nevron shows up, he's going to destroy them. ]