[ Their time here in the garden has felt like nothing less than a dream, floating in a haze of warmth and pleasure, letting himself get washed away by the gentle but insistent heat of Gustave's attentions. Every little thing he's earned from him today, from the smiles and laughter to the desperate groans of his name falling breathless from his lips, have made him feel -- incredible. A moment where Gustave really did manage to pull him out of his own head, urging him to be with him, here, now. And he was.
This feels like something of the same magnitude, something in him shattering when he looks back at Gustave to see smile fades away. Verso knows he's a coward, because he wishes he'd found it in him to leave earlier, just so he wouldn't have had to see it with his own eyes.
He could lie, of course. There are a number of reasons he could make up that would at least seem plausible, if maybe not enough to entirely dissuade him, or at least give him something else to hold onto other than the emptiness of never knowing. But, selfishly, Verso just -- doesn't want to. He doens't want to lie to him.
Someday, if they do meet again, he might have to. But right now.
He sways forward, catches himself in the movement, clearly hesitant where everything up til now had been easy and languid and effortless -- but the last pieces of that moment are breaking apart. After a moment of hesitation, he eases forward again, this time to just press a gentle kiss against the corner of his temples. ]
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Date: 2025-05-30 03:09 am (UTC)This feels like something of the same magnitude, something in him shattering when he looks back at Gustave to see smile fades away. Verso knows he's a coward, because he wishes he'd found it in him to leave earlier, just so he wouldn't have had to see it with his own eyes.
He could lie, of course. There are a number of reasons he could make up that would at least seem plausible, if maybe not enough to entirely dissuade him, or at least give him something else to hold onto other than the emptiness of never knowing. But, selfishly, Verso just -- doesn't want to. He doens't want to lie to him.
Someday, if they do meet again, he might have to. But right now.
He sways forward, catches himself in the movement, clearly hesitant where everything up til now had been easy and languid and effortless -- but the last pieces of that moment are breaking apart. After a moment of hesitation, he eases forward again, this time to just press a gentle kiss against the corner of his temples. ]
I think you know the answer to that.
[ Why else would he ask it in that way? ]