[ Gustave calling him his chevalier always earns a soft laugh ( and a twinge of something else, buried deep but raw: he's not much of one, he's awful, he's lying to him and to everyone and lying to him and when it comes to light, he will never be forgiven ), half-muffled against his shoulder. He likes this, how Gustave leans back against him, easy and comfortable like this is something they've done countless times before. He likes the way his touch running down his right arm follows a path he's already memorized, how much more familiar this is getting. He likes the way the scent of him even tinged with oil and rust somehow smells a little like something he would call home.
He nuzzles into the side of his neck, scruff scratching against skin mouthing another kiss ( light, thankfully, though some bruises he'd left them before doubtless still linger on, not quite fully faded ) to the hinge of his jaw. ]
He would understand if he had eyes.
[ Playful, taking on a petulant tone, but he laughs it away a moment later, snakes his other arm around Gustave's waist, pulling him even closer against his chest. His fingers settle over his hip, squeezing gently, and he lifts his head enough to peer at Gustave's work, fingers flesh and metal both buried in components. Most of it, to Verso's relatively untrained eye, is a mess. He likes to think that when he sees the start of something that might be a little more orderly, that that might be his engineer's work, rather than the gestrals. ]
They wouldn't mind keeping you longer, besides. More opportunities to fight you.
[ And Verso will fight them if they're too insistent about it. And yet, he can't deny the appeal in watching Gustave fight in a little exhibition. Just a little bit of one. Maybe. Perhaps. ]
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Date: 2025-06-17 03:02 am (UTC)He nuzzles into the side of his neck, scruff scratching against skin mouthing another kiss ( light, thankfully, though some bruises he'd left them before doubtless still linger on, not quite fully faded ) to the hinge of his jaw. ]
He would understand if he had eyes.
[ Playful, taking on a petulant tone, but he laughs it away a moment later, snakes his other arm around Gustave's waist, pulling him even closer against his chest. His fingers settle over his hip, squeezing gently, and he lifts his head enough to peer at Gustave's work, fingers flesh and metal both buried in components. Most of it, to Verso's relatively untrained eye, is a mess. He likes to think that when he sees the start of something that might be a little more orderly, that that might be his engineer's work, rather than the gestrals. ]
They wouldn't mind keeping you longer, besides. More opportunities to fight you.
[ And Verso will fight them if they're too insistent about it. And yet, he can't deny the appeal in watching Gustave fight in a little exhibition. Just a little bit of one. Maybe. Perhaps. ]