[ Surely, at some point, he'll stop constantly feeling like he's on the back foot here in this strange place, but it doesn't seem likely that this absurd conversation will help. It's so much to wrap his head around, and he's still not even sure it could possibly be real. The odds that the mysterious, beautiful stranger he'd been so enchanted by had been coming from the Continent and is best friends with a creature of legend are... he's not even sure he could calculate them. He feels a little like he had right after the beach, like he's been punched too hard in the head a few too many times.
He has so many questions, but he's not sure how many of them Esquie can answer, even if the creature is clearly so willing to talk about his best friend. Gustave folds his arms, lets them fall again; turns to pace a few steps before wheeling back around to face that gently swaying mask. ]
Do... do you know....
Is he...
[ Sometimes he picks flowers and stares at them for hours. Esquie could almost be talking about him, ever since he and Lune finally made their way past the Indigo Tree. The first time he'd seen a purple flower blooming amid the green grass and rocks, he'd found himself lost in a reverie, of Verso telling him You will see me again. But Verso had never said that; he'd never made any promises. And it's been two years — over two years. Why indulge in an imagined promise now?
And then to find it might actually come true, despite his certainty that the moment never happened...
Gustave shakes his head and curls his fingers tightly, forging ahead. ]
Have you seen him lately? Do you know where he might be?
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Date: 2025-06-02 04:32 pm (UTC)He has so many questions, but he's not sure how many of them Esquie can answer, even if the creature is clearly so willing to talk about his best friend. Gustave folds his arms, lets them fall again; turns to pace a few steps before wheeling back around to face that gently swaying mask. ]
Do... do you know....
Is he...
[ Sometimes he picks flowers and stares at them for hours. Esquie could almost be talking about him, ever since he and Lune finally made their way past the Indigo Tree. The first time he'd seen a purple flower blooming amid the green grass and rocks, he'd found himself lost in a reverie, of Verso telling him You will see me again. But Verso had never said that; he'd never made any promises. And it's been two years — over two years. Why indulge in an imagined promise now?
And then to find it might actually come true, despite his certainty that the moment never happened...
Gustave shakes his head and curls his fingers tightly, forging ahead. ]
Have you seen him lately? Do you know where he might be?