[ Verso sits up, leaving Gustave pleasantly dazed from his parting kiss and shivering a little as the cool night breeze sweeps in over his flushed skin. He reaches to shift his loosened trousers back up to hang low from his hips, but doesn't bother pulling himself together any more than that, just slips his left arm up behind his head, under the pillow of Verso's clothes, and smiles crookedly over and up at the man. His right hand settles on his belly, just out of the way of the trail Verso's taking with his fingers. ]
Yeah. I guess we are.
[ Another luxury he'd thought was relegated to the world of daydreams and fantasies forever.
His glance shifts minutely, studying Verso's face, caught there even though there's something achingly appealing in the way Verso is lounging, like a predator that just had a big meal and is contentedly lazing around. How could he do anything else, when tiny expressions flit over Verso's features: a quirk of a smile, a lifting eyebrow, the flicker of his tongue over his lip.
His own voice is a murmur, low and just audible over the murmuring breeze, the flowing river lapping gently at rocks smoothed by years of running water. ]
I've always wanted to know... what was it like? Before the Fracture?
[ It's impossible to keep the eager curiosity from his voice. Yes, there are so many things he needs to know that are of more pressing importance — what are the dangers of this continent, has Verso been to the Stone Wave Cliffs, does he know what they should expect there, what remains of the expeditions that made it further inland —
But he's always hungered for information about the world before the Fracture. What it looked like, if people were as happy as he's always imagined, how it felt to be here and simply exist without the shadow of the Paintress hanging over them.
And maybe he wants to exist in this pleasant bubble a little longer, without the worries and fears of the days and their mission creeping back in just yet. ]
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Date: 2025-06-11 03:11 pm (UTC)Yeah. I guess we are.
[ Another luxury he'd thought was relegated to the world of daydreams and fantasies forever.
His glance shifts minutely, studying Verso's face, caught there even though there's something achingly appealing in the way Verso is lounging, like a predator that just had a big meal and is contentedly lazing around. How could he do anything else, when tiny expressions flit over Verso's features: a quirk of a smile, a lifting eyebrow, the flicker of his tongue over his lip.
His own voice is a murmur, low and just audible over the murmuring breeze, the flowing river lapping gently at rocks smoothed by years of running water. ]
I've always wanted to know... what was it like? Before the Fracture?
[ It's impossible to keep the eager curiosity from his voice. Yes, there are so many things he needs to know that are of more pressing importance — what are the dangers of this continent, has Verso been to the Stone Wave Cliffs, does he know what they should expect there, what remains of the expeditions that made it further inland —
But he's always hungered for information about the world before the Fracture. What it looked like, if people were as happy as he's always imagined, how it felt to be here and simply exist without the shadow of the Paintress hanging over them.
And maybe he wants to exist in this pleasant bubble a little longer, without the worries and fears of the days and their mission creeping back in just yet. ]