[ Verso shrugs a little helplessly, lingering a little by the stairwell as Gustave runs his fingers along the bannister. He could imagine this conversation happening in some shades in his dreams, too, after some careful courting and back-and-forth, Gustave letting himself be taken to Verso's home, only to be surprised he's being led through gardens and a courtyard to a massive mansion. Even in his not-memories and distant recollections, the Manor is decadent compared to everything around it. There must've been other families more like theirs, especially in Old Lumiere, but maman had never mad them real. Perhaps she had little reason to.
The luxury is a distant memory, anyway. ]
That's my best guess, yeah. Old Lumiรจre must've had more houses like these, and this one was caught in the Fracture in some strange way that made it -- like this. [ He gestures around them with his free hand. ] That in some reality the whole place has been torn apart with the doors scattered everywhere, and yet when you open one.
[ You end up here. Gently, he starts to lead Gustave upstairs, and he nods. ]
I've used this place for myself every now and then throughout the decades, and I've never seen anyone else. Only the Curator, who sometimes just seemed to come and go for his own reasons.
[ Whom Gustave is now acquainted with. The easiest way he can sell this lie is that the Curator had somehow rescued Maelle himself, taken her into his care. He lingers a little on the landing of the staircase before gently moving on -- its clear he has a specific room in mind. ]
I know it feels -- strange. [ Their words, their every footstep, echoes a little too loudly and too clearly through all the wood and polished marble. Something in the air is simply too still. This place does feel like as much of home as Verso can remember, but it doesn't feel right. Too empty, too silent. ] But I just thought . . .
[ It's nice. It's comfortable. It's real bed, among other things. ]
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Date: 2025-06-19 11:21 pm (UTC)The luxury is a distant memory, anyway. ]
That's my best guess, yeah. Old Lumiรจre must've had more houses like these, and this one was caught in the Fracture in some strange way that made it -- like this. [ He gestures around them with his free hand. ] That in some reality the whole place has been torn apart with the doors scattered everywhere, and yet when you open one.
[ You end up here. Gently, he starts to lead Gustave upstairs, and he nods. ]
I've used this place for myself every now and then throughout the decades, and I've never seen anyone else. Only the Curator, who sometimes just seemed to come and go for his own reasons.
[ Whom Gustave is now acquainted with. The easiest way he can sell this lie is that the Curator had somehow rescued Maelle himself, taken her into his care. He lingers a little on the landing of the staircase before gently moving on -- its clear he has a specific room in mind. ]
I know it feels -- strange. [ Their words, their every footstep, echoes a little too loudly and too clearly through all the wood and polished marble. Something in the air is simply too still. This place does feel like as much of home as Verso can remember, but it doesn't feel right. Too empty, too silent. ] But I just thought . . .
[ It's nice. It's comfortable. It's real bed, among other things. ]