[ A little unsure, definitely adrift, but Verso is not naive, understands what he did. There are a thousand reasons he should have just slipped away into the shadows once he realized he wasn't alone here, but even outside of that, he didn't have a right to do this. Too forward, too much, knowing that Gustave is unlikely to see him again. But -- he'd wanted to.
That's it, at the end of the day. Gustave was there next to him, his eyes bright and earnest in his appreciation of what he'd just seen and heard. The out-of-season opera house is hardly well lit, but the bare shafts of light catch against the soft curls of his hair, the frame of his shoulders, the line of his nose. He likes the way he smiles.
The way Gustave's fingers had pressed against his own was featherlight and quick, could've been almost accidental. But they're standing there now, looking at each other, and Gustave's clearly not trying to leave. ]
Home.
[ Not a lie. Not a truth. The Continent is home in a way, and he's already been on Lumiere a bit too long this time. He leans his hip slightly against the piano behind him, not stepping away, just -- almost grounding himself slightly. His tongue wets his bottom lip as he looks back at Gustave. ]
-- Don't you have your sisters to attend to?
[ Its not meant to urge him away. A reminder and an actual question, both. ]
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Date: 2025-05-23 04:21 am (UTC)That's it, at the end of the day. Gustave was there next to him, his eyes bright and earnest in his appreciation of what he'd just seen and heard. The out-of-season opera house is hardly well lit, but the bare shafts of light catch against the soft curls of his hair, the frame of his shoulders, the line of his nose. He likes the way he smiles.
The way Gustave's fingers had pressed against his own was featherlight and quick, could've been almost accidental. But they're standing there now, looking at each other, and Gustave's clearly not trying to leave. ]
Home.
[ Not a lie. Not a truth. The Continent is home in a way, and he's already been on Lumiere a bit too long this time. He leans his hip slightly against the piano behind him, not stepping away, just -- almost grounding himself slightly. His tongue wets his bottom lip as he looks back at Gustave. ]
-- Don't you have your sisters to attend to?
[ Its not meant to urge him away. A reminder and an actual question, both. ]