I realised that in the canvas there are not many creatures with White/greyish fur.
How did Verso came to His coat-fur?
There is actually one with White/greyish fur. And honestly i Like to think that Monoco noticed, during them both living in Frozen Hearts together, that Verso is cold and gave him His own fur, so Verso would be more protected against the Wind.
It would be even more possible and cute when Monoco gave him His underarm-protection, what i really do think, because of all the gestral-runes written on it.
I really, really wanna know what the gestral-runes mean. We need Translation, i wanna know the Hidden messanges! Also i need fanart and fanfiction about this!
WIP From the upcoming chapter 3 of Perennial, my alternate ending/Verso character study longfic! 😊
Here we have a little scene of Verso and Monoco flirting, uhh I mean foreplay, no wait, I mean fighting! Just a couple of guys being pals!
BIG SPOILERS AHEAD, BTW!
"Late night stroll all by yourself, handsome?" That gravelly lilt preceded heavy footfalls and the clang of an old bell.
"Oh fuck off Monoco," he sighed, despite slowing for him to catch up.
"You wanted me to follow you. You always walk slower when you want me to tag along," Monoco asserted, and Verso had to begrudgingly admit he had a point.
"I was just... going for a walk."
"In the opposite direction of a touching family reunion. A good friend wouldn't leave you alone," he said, coming to rest his arm over Verso's shoulder. "And I am nothing if not a good friend."
"Heh. That you are. Before you ask, I'm not really in the mood for a brawl, sorry to disappoint."
"You sure? Because you definitely look like you could use one."
A long, troubled sigh heaved from his chest, his shoulders slumping. "Some other time."
"Fine. Later. In the mean time, tell me what's eating at you so I have some ideas."
"I don't know, maybe the fact that I'm trying to convince a child to take my life?" Verso said, pushing himself away and letting the facade slip. "Oh have convinced, depending on how you look at it."
"So you're still going through with it then," Monoco concluded, even, neutral. Of course he was too good of a friend to judge, but that made the sting of guilt even worse.
"I'm sorry,” he said, more out of habit than anything. “You know how it is."
"Well, I've got a lot of theories," he joked, but quickly dropped the playfulness when Verso didn't bite. "But, yeah, I get it. Just..."
"I'm sorry," he said again, this time with his head hung. "You've been the best friend a guy like me could have asked for. More than I've deserved. Never known a more loyal man, nor one so skilled at making a fight into a party."
"Verso—"
"Okay..." Slinging his hand down to his side, his weapon materialized and, with a smirk, he readied his stance. "You know what? Maybe I am in the mood."
"That's more like it," Monoco agreed, taking his own stance and preparing to transform. But first, "Just promise me that when the time comes, you won't do it half-assed."
"I'm many things, but I'm no coward. I promise to go out in style."
"If this is the end of the road for us all then I will see you in hell, you big bastard. But until then..." Monoco said, just before taking the shape of a Luster of formidable height, pointed arms primed to stab.
"Red suits you. You should consider that for your normal hair," Verso said before he rushed in, ducking under the swing of his arms to strike at his back.
Monoco, too quick for such a move, caught Verso's blade in the point of his shoulder, flinging his arm back to send him skidding across the cobblestone. "Save your compliments for someone who'll appreciate them," he taunted, striking the ground Verso had just managed to roll free from, leaving a crater where his jab struck stone. "I know I look good."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, old friend," he panted, clutching at his ribs.
"Like a babe." With a wicked laugh, he charged forward, and they danced until they were breathless, bleeding, laughing through the pain.
The way they knew each other, could anticipate every twitch of a muscle or tell in a breath, it was so easy for Verso to melt into movements like they were one thrashing, chaotic being with a shared mind, a single purpose. But when he saw it, that opening, when he pulled himself back just enough to finally land the upper hand...
Verso swung his blade to thrust the end up at his throat, but Monoco caught him in the same position, the tapered end of his arm at his jugular, pressing just hard enough to draw a bead of blood.
"Your move, my friend," Monoco taunted, the edge to his voice just as dangerous as the point of his arm.
"Tsk. I could still slice you open from this vantage," Verso snarled, a wide grin splitting his face as he drew his blade back, just a little, stabilizing his stance. "Don't think I won't. Any last words, you smug bastard?"
"Yeah," he huffed. "I win."
Verso was ready, he thought, but Monoco was too quick, kicking his feet right out from under him and letting him drop to the ground like a sack of flour, drawing back to deliver a final blow.
"Je me rends!" he cried out just as Monoco's pike almost met his belly, stopping just a hair short.
"I love to hear you say that," he gloated, releasing his form to take his victory stance, arms raised wide as he did a little lap. "I win. Again."
"Only by a hair," Verso groaned, gasping through a wide grin. "You got lucky."
"That's not what it looked like from my position," he said, holding out his hand to pull him up.
"Yeah? Well from mine it looked like I put up a damn good fight against a form twice my size."
"All I see now is a man desperately trying to protect his ego," Monoco deadpanned, patting him on the back.
#project hail mary
