Hello there! For the writing game, how about some fluffy domestic verstave. Maybe it’s only recently after the events of the game and all ended in a as-happily-ever-after-as-possible 3rd ending. Verso is unused to the comforts of a proper home after so long out on the Continent and Gustave surprises him with breakfast in bed.
what a fun and cute prompt please enjoy this little bit of slow and soft Verstave
Verso could never have guessed his life would be like this.
The world had gone dark for a moment, for his body was finally at peace. Then a light opened up in front of him. The smell of paint took over his nose with a hint of turpentine that seemed to lessen the weight on him, keeping him down.
There was something strange, for it was calling to him… on voices he recognised in an instant - line and Sciel calling to him, Monoco's staff coming through the light with the bell ringing to guide him, and finally, a hand - a mechanical reached out. He had seen it only once or twice before this.
He gripped with all his might and allowed himself to be pulled out. His friends had come to get him a new canvas, one without the need for a paintress to be inside.
He came out of the light pretty fast and with such force that he couldn't control the way his body landed on something, or rather someone. As Verso first met those deep pools of brown, wide eyes filled with life and content and the way the man's hair, those curls that framed his face with ease.
This is how he, Verso Dessendre, literally fell in love with Gustave.
Verso was known for his ability to flirt but not for his ability to court something into a long-term relationship, after weeks of visits to Gustave Workshop and finally asking the girls for help.
He was able to get Gustave out of the workshop and into a nearby restaurant. The invite he had sent was specifically for fancy attire. Verso stopped working the moment Gustave walked in with that white suit with the red flower tucked into his hair. The same one Sciel said to put in his own. The girls had clearly schemed behind his back, but he was… thankful. It was a nice talking point for them, and now they could enjoy their time. the food, the wine and each other's company, followed by a walk along the harbour. where they walked side by side, hands brushing gently next to each other.
It wasn't long before the next date, then their first kiss and eventually, after months of discussing, their first night tonight. No one knows what happened behind closed doors, but it solidified them.
Verso awoke, he woke up feeling rested, his hand moved across the bed to where his partner should be… but when his hand only felt the soft fabric of the mattress, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and noticed he woke up alone in his apartment. part of him thought it was all a dream, their dates and more, but then, looking across the room to the desk that housed Verso's sheet music and some of Gustave's blueprints, he, sneakily, brought home with him from work. He saw Gustave's clothes on the chair and finally their photographs that hung on the wall.
The man lay back down on the pillow, turning more to Gustave's side of the bed; he could still smell him. The scent of his lover, his partner, made him relax instantly.
He started his daydream, his hands taking a grab of the duvet and taking it in his arms as if Gustave was there.
He was pulled out when he heard the bedroom door being knocked. It was light but against the wood, slightly echoed.
Verso sat back. He quickly ran his hand through his hair, trying to neaten it up, as if Gustave had never seen him in his sleep with no care in the world.
The smile that appeared on his face as his fresh-faced boyfriend walked in with a tray of food. Verso adjusted himself by placing a few of the pillows he had just behind his back for a better position.
Gustave waltzed into the room. He danced slightly as he carefully carried the tray over to the bed and gently placed it on the bed sheets, on top of Verso's legs.
Verso's eyes widened at the variety of food he was presented with, the large glass of orange juice, and, finally, he felt the soft warmth of lips kissing his forehead. "Bonjour, Mon ange, did you sleep well?" "Gustave, what's… what the occasion?… oh, oh god… I missed something important… I…" Verso just spiralled, for the fear started to well in his eyes. His first actual relationship, and he truly messed it up.
"Shhhh, Mon Ange, you've not messed up nor have you missed anything." Gustave smiled, placing a finger under Verso's chin and kissing him, knowing that the only way to shut him up was by kissing him. It was slow, sweet and soft as Verso melted to the touch.
They gently released, and Gustave took a soft breath in relief. "I wanted to do something nice for you, and I think you would like being treated like royalty for the morning… however…" Gustave looked to the side, looking away with guilt across his face.
"What did you do, Mon tresor?… don't tell me… oh no." Verso knew it instantly. "… my poor kitchen."
"Well, I've given you something to do after a hearty breakfast and some time in bed." Gustave leaned forward and stole a strawberry from atop the crepe. biting into the fruit and letting the juice drip down.
"Oh, you minx, teasing me that so that afterwards I'm not going to be so angry about how messy my lovely kitchen is…
Gustave laughed and ate the strawberry, licking his fingers seductively, "Well, it works… doesn't it…."
"Absolutely…"
