[ It's amused, and he even tips his head a little to give Verso space to keep pressing those gentle kisses to the sore skin and muscle of his neck, closing his eyes to the soft words that come after.
A different life... some other life, you know. Another future. He knows, maybe better than most, what it is to grieve a world, a life that was never possible and couldn't exist, not within the bounds of what they know, not while the Paintress still stays there at her monolith, endlessly painting destruction. Even now, here, wrapped in Verso's arms, he feels a familiar stab of grief, sees Sophie's smiling face in his mind's eye, the family they never had. ]
Yeah. That would've been nice.
[ But there are beautiful places on this continent, and this is one of them: private, secluded, the ground soft with thick grass and the air scented with fresh water and wet rock. It's no small cafe, with a bottle of wine and plates of food they could forget to eat, but it's quiet and safe and far from prying eyes.
Gustave smiles, his head moving against Verso's as he nods. Talking; yes, talking would be good. There's so much he needs to know, and he'd spent much of the day formulating questions, once it was clear he wouldn't be able to think about almost anything else.
But— ]
Just talk?
[ Verso isn't the only one who likes to tease, it seems. ]
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[ It's amused, and he even tips his head a little to give Verso space to keep pressing those gentle kisses to the sore skin and muscle of his neck, closing his eyes to the soft words that come after.
A different life... some other life, you know. Another future. He knows, maybe better than most, what it is to grieve a world, a life that was never possible and couldn't exist, not within the bounds of what they know, not while the Paintress still stays there at her monolith, endlessly painting destruction. Even now, here, wrapped in Verso's arms, he feels a familiar stab of grief, sees Sophie's smiling face in his mind's eye, the family they never had. ]
Yeah. That would've been nice.
[ But there are beautiful places on this continent, and this is one of them: private, secluded, the ground soft with thick grass and the air scented with fresh water and wet rock. It's no small cafe, with a bottle of wine and plates of food they could forget to eat, but it's quiet and safe and far from prying eyes.
Gustave smiles, his head moving against Verso's as he nods. Talking; yes, talking would be good. There's so much he needs to know, and he'd spent much of the day formulating questions, once it was clear he wouldn't be able to think about almost anything else.
But— ]
Just talk?
[ Verso isn't the only one who likes to tease, it seems. ]