[ His stomach tightens as Verso smiles at him, as Verso steps back and bows to press a kiss to the back of his hand, the faint unbalanced feeling of deja vu washing over him. It's been almost three years since that evening in the opera house, but he can still remember the way that barely-there kiss on his knuckles unmoored him, how it felt like he had to ask Verso to meet him the next day or he might die.
He curls his fingers a little more securely into Verso's and lets him lead the way, backing into the door and holding it open as Gustave comes through, as the strange manor opens around them. He looks up, around, feeling again that faint, wary tingling at the back of his neck, like this space somehow doesn't want him in it. It's not malice, exactly, it's...
Well, it's like going into someone's home when they aren't there. It feels like trespassing.
His laugh is little more than a chuckle, but he squeezes Verso's hand in his, looking over with faint bewildered amusement. ]
In this dream, we're rich, are we?
[ Or Verso is, anyway. He reaches out to run the fingers of his metal hand lightly over the banister of the stair, looking around at the silent luxury surrounding them. ]
There's nothing like this in Lumiรจre anymore. Everything in the city is smaller, shabbier. This place is...
[ Wholly unfamiliar to him, mysteries within mysteries. He studies the art hung on the walls, the depictions of the Crooked Tower, of Lumiรจre, of places he's never seen and can only imagine were a part of the world one time long ago, before the Fracture. ]
I wonder who lived here. Maybe this house shattered in the Fracture, and that's why all the doors are so scattered...
[ Which still wouldn't explain many other aspects of it, but it could be a start. After all, there are chunks of land, entire ships, and other strange things floating in the air above Lumiรจre itself, all at one time part of a whole. Physics ceased having any kind of real meaning when the Fracture tore their world apart. ]
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Date: 2025-06-19 09:53 pm (UTC)He curls his fingers a little more securely into Verso's and lets him lead the way, backing into the door and holding it open as Gustave comes through, as the strange manor opens around them. He looks up, around, feeling again that faint, wary tingling at the back of his neck, like this space somehow doesn't want him in it. It's not malice, exactly, it's...
Well, it's like going into someone's home when they aren't there. It feels like trespassing.
His laugh is little more than a chuckle, but he squeezes Verso's hand in his, looking over with faint bewildered amusement. ]
In this dream, we're rich, are we?
[ Or Verso is, anyway. He reaches out to run the fingers of his metal hand lightly over the banister of the stair, looking around at the silent luxury surrounding them. ]
There's nothing like this in Lumiรจre anymore. Everything in the city is smaller, shabbier. This place is...
[ Wholly unfamiliar to him, mysteries within mysteries. He studies the art hung on the walls, the depictions of the Crooked Tower, of Lumiรจre, of places he's never seen and can only imagine were a part of the world one time long ago, before the Fracture. ]
I wonder who lived here. Maybe this house shattered in the Fracture, and that's why all the doors are so scattered...
[ Which still wouldn't explain many other aspects of it, but it could be a start. After all, there are chunks of land, entire ships, and other strange things floating in the air above Lumiรจre itself, all at one time part of a whole. Physics ceased having any kind of real meaning when the Fracture tore their world apart. ]
You said no one else ever comes here?