Beware The Moon (For viensapresmoi)
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amourpeintNo one was entirely sure what to do.
Verso's... outburst after Renoir's defeat was understandable. No matter what was going on, that was his father after all. The direction it took however...
The admissions were damning, to say the least. And he gave no one time to question them, for good or ill, just all but bolting from the scene without waiting to see what the reactions were. Questions were posed to Monoco, who just confirmed the tale quietly before excusing himself. Assuring them that he'd go after Verso, bring him back so they could talk. Meet them at the last place they'd set camp.
Problem was, neither Monoco or Verso ever came back. Hours ticked by, and after almost half the evening had gone without so much as a hint from either of them? Something was clearly wrong. No one even had to say a word, not really, all of them seeming to on some unspoken agreement pulling out the map of the area to sort out where to start looking.
Verso's... outburst after Renoir's defeat was understandable. No matter what was going on, that was his father after all. The direction it took however...
The admissions were damning, to say the least. And he gave no one time to question them, for good or ill, just all but bolting from the scene without waiting to see what the reactions were. Questions were posed to Monoco, who just confirmed the tale quietly before excusing himself. Assuring them that he'd go after Verso, bring him back so they could talk. Meet them at the last place they'd set camp.
Problem was, neither Monoco or Verso ever came back. Hours ticked by, and after almost half the evening had gone without so much as a hint from either of them? Something was clearly wrong. No one even had to say a word, not really, all of them seeming to on some unspoken agreement pulling out the map of the area to sort out where to start looking.
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Date: 2025-09-27 11:07 pm (UTC)Gustave wakes with a splitting headache as his head collides with the hardwood floors having been tossed off a thrashing Verso. Still seeing stars he rights himself in a daze of confusion and worry, that strangled yelp slash cry lingering in Gustave's ears even if he hadn't been fully conscious at the onset.
"Verso...?" Gustave's voice was swallowed up in the snap and grind of flesh reshaping. He crawled forward on hand and knee in the space vacated by Verso's shrinking form until he was face to face with his love. Once more wholly human if not pale and clammy for the discomfort of his transformation. "Que diable?"
But then he was darting forward, shucking out of his coat and pulling it around Verso's bared and scarred shoulders.
"I've got you. It's alright. I think....I think you're back to being you entirely. Does it hurt? I can...I can go dig out a tint for you."