#versoimparfait

[paintedxghost]

@versoimparfait (♪)

"It's hardly your fault." Even so, the leather of his uniform cracked with how tightly Verso had drawn his arms protectively around himself. He found it easier to focus on the ground about two feet to his double's left than look at his face. "You couldn't have known how they would react to..." Was it polite to bring up a death to a man's face? His only experience had been with his father, and Verso was definitely trying to be insulting there.

"There's nothing to apologize for. In fact... I feel like I owe you something for... you know. Stealing your face."

[flowithers]

• You know you don't have to keep checking on me, right? I'm fine.

- From @versoimparfait

"Oh, I'm sure. You're just so tragic and mysterious, I'm sure standing way over here away from everyone is normal." If it came from anyone else, it might've sounded like an insult. But the teasing note was clear in Sophie's voice, nothing but warmth radiating from the woman as she leaned beside him in this secluded little corner. She had to admit it was a nice vantage point. Though she was known as quite the popular figure in Lumiere... it wasn't like her social battery never ran dry. Getting away from everyone? It was a dream. She wondered if that was the same for Verso, but it wasn't the same energy she picked up tonight.

Then again, Sophie wouldn't pretend to know the inner workings of anyone's mind. Especially someone she'd only recently come to know.

"If it makes you feel better, don't consider this me checking in. Maybe I just needed to be in... more sober company." A smile lifted her lips as she gazed at the partygoers, a celebration of new life and a possible future. Sophie understood why some partied harder than others. But for her, it was too soon still. The feeling of breaking apart and drifting into the wind wasn't a sensation she'd soon forget, and drowning herself in drink wasn't her preferred pastime.

Eyes glanced over at Verso. Some would say she should feel distrust, even hatred, toward him. Maybe there was a part of her that did, deep down. But that wasn't something that chose to rear its head today. Right now? She could only offer understanding, not accusations. If she only got a smile out of him, it'd be win enough.

"Have you tried the cake yet? It's a miracle there's still some left, but I wouldn't hold my breath."

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[obscurd]

Ruffle

- From @versoimparfait

Send "ruffle!" for the sender's muse to ruffle the hair of the receiver's! Be it to show affection, a wordless deed to tell them they did a good job, or just to be playful! @versoimparfait

"What're you doing-Stop..." came her sleepy grumble, brows furrowing as his hand seemed intent on making a mess out of every strand on her head. Not that she really minded - it was soothing, almost enough to lull her into the sleep she'd been fighting all this time... That is, until a well-aimed swat at his wrist batted his hand away as she jolted upright and nearly knocked them both off the log.

"Merde. It was my watch, wasn't it?" Not that she really expected anything to show up, but there was always the off chance, wasn't there? And here she was, the youngest of the group who so desperately wanted to be seen as just as mature and capable as the adults... dozing off instead of keeping vigil.

( Not like anyone could blame her, really. She hadn't slept much since... Well, their confrontation with that man, and we'll leave it at that. )

"Sorry, sorry..." Hand flattened the disturbed hair over her head, Maelle feeling her face warm slightly from embarrassment. She probably gave off a stellar impression, especially after only a week or so of travel with their newest addition. And their first real conversation hadn't been the best. It was weird, how much she wanted to impress him, despite the two being almost strangers. "I'm awake. I promise."