[ He could drown in this kiss and die a happy man, he thinks, giving himself up to it completely, cool metal pressing into the small of Verso's back as he pulls them closer. It's everything he's wanted for two whole years: Verso's mouth warm and sweet against his, telling him without words everything he's feeling as Gustave tries to tell him the same. Every ounce of longing and hope and regret filters through him and into the kiss, matching want with want and need with need.
โ But he can't regret interrupting it, either, because... is Verso blushing? Verso, who had only moments before viciously struck down a Nevron eight times his size or more; Verso who had dragged Gustave to the ground like prey, growling and feralโ
Verso glances away, embarrassed and muttering, and Gustave thinks he's rarely seen anything so adorable in his whole life. He laughs again, but it's warm and gentle as he lifts his right hand to Verso's face, coaxing him to look back up, to meet Gustave's eyes and see the light that's shining in them now, light that's been missing from his eyes, that hasn't eased his expressions or lifted his heart now for two whole years.
They could be back in that garden, sunlight pouring around them as he fell rapidly and without any hope of self-preservation or retrieval for a mysterious man who made no promises but who touched him like he was something divine, something more precious than gold.
He's already said these words, but when he finally can catch Verso's gaze again, he says them again, slow and deliberate: ]
I missed you.
[ And Verso isn't the only one who had been indulging in absurd, wistful activities. Gustave leans in again, brushing kisses over the bloom of pink in Verso's scarred cheek, trailing back down to his mouth, his voice a murmur. ]
Mon Monsieur le pianiste. You stole my heart, you know that?
And now I see you've carried it safely with you all this time.
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Date: 2025-06-05 02:05 am (UTC)โ But he can't regret interrupting it, either, because... is Verso blushing? Verso, who had only moments before viciously struck down a Nevron eight times his size or more; Verso who had dragged Gustave to the ground like prey, growling and feralโ
Verso glances away, embarrassed and muttering, and Gustave thinks he's rarely seen anything so adorable in his whole life. He laughs again, but it's warm and gentle as he lifts his right hand to Verso's face, coaxing him to look back up, to meet Gustave's eyes and see the light that's shining in them now, light that's been missing from his eyes, that hasn't eased his expressions or lifted his heart now for two whole years.
They could be back in that garden, sunlight pouring around them as he fell rapidly and without any hope of self-preservation or retrieval for a mysterious man who made no promises but who touched him like he was something divine, something more precious than gold.
He's already said these words, but when he finally can catch Verso's gaze again, he says them again, slow and deliberate: ]
I missed you.
[ And Verso isn't the only one who had been indulging in absurd, wistful activities. Gustave leans in again, brushing kisses over the bloom of pink in Verso's scarred cheek, trailing back down to his mouth, his voice a murmur. ]
Mon Monsieur le pianiste. You stole my heart, you know that?
And now I see you've carried it safely with you all this time.