[ Gustave starts to untangle from him and pull away, and Verso sways forward, a soft sigh falling from his lips. He lifts a hand to curve over Gustave's wrist as he tucks some hair back behind his ear, as his touch lingers on his skin, turning his head and leaning into that touch to press a kiss against his palm. ]
Mon Monsieur le fleuriste. My heart aches to see you go. But I will never be far from you.
[ Figuratively, but literally, too, now that Gustave has learned that he's been watching him and keeping an eye on him to some extent. Maybe that will give him some comfort, more likely it'll irritate the hell out of him -- but it's true.
His finges stroke along the inside of Gustave's wrist, thumb pressing against his beating pulse, turning his head against his hand to brush kisses against his fingers, up over his knuckles, his eyes lidded. ]
-- You should go. Or I'll keep asking you to stay.
[ Neither of them can help themselves, can they? ]
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Date: 2025-06-16 10:43 pm (UTC)Mon Monsieur le fleuriste. My heart aches to see you go. But I will never be far from you.
[ Figuratively, but literally, too, now that Gustave has learned that he's been watching him and keeping an eye on him to some extent. Maybe that will give him some comfort, more likely it'll irritate the hell out of him -- but it's true.
His finges stroke along the inside of Gustave's wrist, thumb pressing against his beating pulse, turning his head against his hand to brush kisses against his fingers, up over his knuckles, his eyes lidded. ]
-- You should go. Or I'll keep asking you to stay.
[ Neither of them can help themselves, can they? ]