[ No, Verso doesn't really think he could've gotten away. And maybe he never did want to. But he still knows he should, as futile as that thought is. The risk all this represents for what he needs to accomplish, and even beyond that, how its almost -- cruel. It would be one thing if Verso had just gotten careless with some other beautiful stranger in Lumiere, but this man clearly cares deeply for Alicia, for Maelle, and if things go according to plan, whether or not this man would be here to see it, well.
But his protests are half-hearted. He wants to be convinced. Spend a bit more time as this man's monsieur le pianiste. So while he does look up, again, at the sun moving through the sky, at the shattered Continent beyond -- he does not move to stop him when Gustave's hands start to run along his shirt, working at each button, one at a time. ]
Perhaps I thought -- [ his voice breaks off quietly on a quiet sigh, the heat of the other man's mouth in his throat, his jaw. Those fingers continuing to wind their way down his body, that coiled-tight heat still burning in his own stomach, between his legs. Would it be so terrible? Does he have to be so above everything? That sigh edges into a laugh. ] -- I thought you might want to get me more flowers.
[ For his performance, obviously. This one is just as deserving. Merde, he really is awful, and it's a good thing its unlikely Gustave will ever have to learn any of the thousand truths that Verso has to hide, a good thing that he'll likely never even have to try to hear Verso apologize. He shouldn't have come back to Lumiere at all, not so soon.
But now that he's here, well. He lets his arm stay around around Gustave, hand sliding up the long line of his spine, tangling back through his hair. ]
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Date: 2025-05-28 02:54 am (UTC)But his protests are half-hearted. He wants to be convinced. Spend a bit more time as this man's monsieur le pianiste. So while he does look up, again, at the sun moving through the sky, at the shattered Continent beyond -- he does not move to stop him when Gustave's hands start to run along his shirt, working at each button, one at a time. ]
Perhaps I thought -- [ his voice breaks off quietly on a quiet sigh, the heat of the other man's mouth in his throat, his jaw. Those fingers continuing to wind their way down his body, that coiled-tight heat still burning in his own stomach, between his legs. Would it be so terrible? Does he have to be so above everything? That sigh edges into a laugh. ] -- I thought you might want to get me more flowers.
[ For his performance, obviously. This one is just as deserving. Merde, he really is awful, and it's a good thing its unlikely Gustave will ever have to learn any of the thousand truths that Verso has to hide, a good thing that he'll likely never even have to try to hear Verso apologize. He shouldn't have come back to Lumiere at all, not so soon.
But now that he's here, well. He lets his arm stay around around Gustave, hand sliding up the long line of his spine, tangling back through his hair. ]