[ It's so easy to get lost in what could've been. Verso's struggled with that immensely over his long life: more years to live, more mistakes to make, more painful choices he's had to commit to and live by. He spends so much time on his own out here that he too often gets lost in a reverie, imagining what would've happened if he'd just gone a different way, what would've been if he wasn't -- the way he was, if maybe any one of his little dalliances with Expeditioners past hadn't been gently shut down if they ever wanted anything more.
And then came Gustave, and what feels like an entire two years lost in what-ifs and maybes, thoughts spiraling over a man he'd met so briefly and yet still made part of him sing that'd been buried so deep he'd forgotten it was there. He wishes he'd stayed. He wishes he'd found a way. And a still, sometimes, he wishes he'd never met him at all.
But Gustave is here, now. He leans into that kiss, his voice soft. ]
You're here with me. That's more than I thought I'd ever have.
[ And something he knows he could still lose, that he's already almost lost. Here, finally, not just some dream -- he can't get too lost in wishful thinking. There simply isn't enough time. He turns his hand between Gustave's, until he's lacing their fingers together, holding his hand and giving him a gentle tug. No quiet tables in the corner of the café that are just dark enough for him to get away with something, but the clearing is beautiful in its own way. They can sit by the river. ]
-- I think your friends might be get suspicious if you keep sneaking off to gather flowers, though.
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Date: 2025-06-07 06:37 pm (UTC)And then came Gustave, and what feels like an entire two years lost in what-ifs and maybes, thoughts spiraling over a man he'd met so briefly and yet still made part of him sing that'd been buried so deep he'd forgotten it was there. He wishes he'd stayed. He wishes he'd found a way. And a still, sometimes, he wishes he'd never met him at all.
But Gustave is here, now. He leans into that kiss, his voice soft. ]
You're here with me. That's more than I thought I'd ever have.
[ And something he knows he could still lose, that he's already almost lost. Here, finally, not just some dream -- he can't get too lost in wishful thinking. There simply isn't enough time. He turns his hand between Gustave's, until he's lacing their fingers together, holding his hand and giving him a gentle tug. No quiet tables in the corner of the café that are just dark enough for him to get away with something, but the clearing is beautiful in its own way. They can sit by the river. ]
-- I think your friends might be get suspicious if you keep sneaking off to gather flowers, though.
[ He was totally watching. All day. ]