[ Verso's tried not to interact too much with anyone from Lumiere. There's just too much there, things he can't unsee, can't unknow, that he can't help but wonder. But he always tries and succeeds for a time, even for years, and always, always fails.
His fingers move, almost involuntarily -- a brief snippet of the melody from before, unaccompanied, just a few notes on his right hand. Even that brief string has a yearning wistfulness to it, aching, pained. For all the masks he tries to wear, when it comes to music. Its hard for the notes to do anything but sing true. ]
Only if I'm not keeping you from anything important, monsieur. I promise I've not enough of an ego to demand a captive audience.
[ A smile, a bit warmer now, trying to be friendly. Surely just because learning about him is a good idea, might earn him a foot in the door somewhere down the road -- surely. ]
You can come up here too, if you like. [ That seems like a bad idea. But its already said. He tilts his head slightly, lifting his eyes across the rows of empty seats, to the cracked open door. ] Its not actually a show. Acoustics might be better down there, though.
[ A simple invitation to close that distance a little. Literally, but maybe figuratively, too. Down there, it seems like all Gustave can do is watch and listen to a man on a stage -- that barrier crossed, they could simply talk. If he likes. ]
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Date: 2025-05-22 03:14 am (UTC)His fingers move, almost involuntarily -- a brief snippet of the melody from before, unaccompanied, just a few notes on his right hand. Even that brief string has a yearning wistfulness to it, aching, pained. For all the masks he tries to wear, when it comes to music. Its hard for the notes to do anything but sing true. ]
Only if I'm not keeping you from anything important, monsieur. I promise I've not enough of an ego to demand a captive audience.
[ A smile, a bit warmer now, trying to be friendly. Surely just because learning about him is a good idea, might earn him a foot in the door somewhere down the road -- surely. ]
You can come up here too, if you like. [ That seems like a bad idea. But its already said. He tilts his head slightly, lifting his eyes across the rows of empty seats, to the cracked open door. ] Its not actually a show. Acoustics might be better down there, though.
[ A simple invitation to close that distance a little. Literally, but maybe figuratively, too. Down there, it seems like all Gustave can do is watch and listen to a man on a stage -- that barrier crossed, they could simply talk. If he likes. ]