[ He closes his eyes and tips his head a little further, his hand sliding up from Verso's chest to the back of his neck, fingers slipping lazily into the waves of his hair. He loves how it feels, the strands sliding between his fingers, how easy it would be to grip and pull and set them both alight again.
A chuckle rumbles in his chest, his throat, beneath Verso's questing lips. ]
Probably not, no. And I'm sorry to say all our wine is gone.
[ Not that they'd had so very much of it to begin with: a few bottles only. There might be more still with the wreckage on that beach, now so far away, but he.... he can't imagine going back there. Not for any reason other than to bury his friends. ]
And the food we have isn't exactly what I'd call appealing. Not enough for what I'd want it to be.
[ A date, the idea of which had been so simple but which would always have been more complex than the sum of its parts, even without Verso's tendency to vanish into thin air. It had been a long time since he'd done anything of the kind, gotten himself dressed up, found a restaurant, went through the awkward shuffling steps of that particular dance.
But discussing what is available — and Verso's question, one that makes his fingers grip instinctively into the man's shirt, certain it might be followed with I should leave and let you go — has him shaking his head, eyes opening once more. ]
I have a little while.
[ Only a little while, probably, before Lune at least will come looking. They're so few, and they have to look after one another, and he's already been gone for longer than he'd have been comfortable losing sight of any of the others.
His fingers tighten just a little in Verso's hair, coaxing him to look up, to meet his eyes, earnest and steady as they are. ]
Come back with me. You can meet the others... there aren't many of us left, but you'll, you'll like them, I know it. Lune's... amazing, and everyone likes Sciel, and Maelle...
[ His irreverent, perfect little sister will want to know everything, and he has no idea what to tell her. ]
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Date: 2025-06-06 08:14 pm (UTC)A chuckle rumbles in his chest, his throat, beneath Verso's questing lips. ]
Probably not, no. And I'm sorry to say all our wine is gone.
[ Not that they'd had so very much of it to begin with: a few bottles only. There might be more still with the wreckage on that beach, now so far away, but he.... he can't imagine going back there. Not for any reason other than to bury his friends. ]
And the food we have isn't exactly what I'd call appealing. Not enough for what I'd want it to be.
[ A date, the idea of which had been so simple but which would always have been more complex than the sum of its parts, even without Verso's tendency to vanish into thin air. It had been a long time since he'd done anything of the kind, gotten himself dressed up, found a restaurant, went through the awkward shuffling steps of that particular dance.
But discussing what is available — and Verso's question, one that makes his fingers grip instinctively into the man's shirt, certain it might be followed with I should leave and let you go — has him shaking his head, eyes opening once more. ]
I have a little while.
[ Only a little while, probably, before Lune at least will come looking. They're so few, and they have to look after one another, and he's already been gone for longer than he'd have been comfortable losing sight of any of the others.
His fingers tighten just a little in Verso's hair, coaxing him to look up, to meet his eyes, earnest and steady as they are. ]
Come back with me. You can meet the others... there aren't many of us left, but you'll, you'll like them, I know it. Lune's... amazing, and everyone likes Sciel, and Maelle...
[ His irreverent, perfect little sister will want to know everything, and he has no idea what to tell her. ]
Just come with me. Please.