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@verleseau
MOVED TO @revienso.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ painting isn't about verisimilitude, it's about essence.
# revienso. independent, private, & . selective rp blog for verso dessendre, from sandfall interactive's clair obscur : expédition 33. characterization relies upon canon, but is heavily headcanon-based. prev. verleseau est. april '25.
ㅤㅤ.̮ㅤㅤyou'll never have to suffer a life you don't want. ㅤ...ㅤ⁺
# revienso. independent, private, & . selective rp blog for verso dessendre, from sandfall interactive's clair obscur : expédition 33. characterization relies upon canon, but is heavily headcanon-based. i am not affiliated with any developers of the game. prev. verleseau est. april '25.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤpainting isn't about verisimilitude, it's about essence.
moving. i'll rb the promo once it's back up from there, but like this post and i'll follow you a bit faster.
hit with the seasonal depression special today and my mind went ' you know who else is depressed ? ' . the same day coe33 wins 7 awards. i get my monolith set in january. been seeing a lot of ben starr recently.
what a better time to say i miss writing verso than right at this very moment.
the five hottest things a fictional man can be are 1. highly intelligent 2. terminally ill 3. emotionally unavailable 4. full of trauma and regrets 5. lying about their identity
sees @darkdevour tagged me in something on here. comes on to see what it is.
We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us - if at all - not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.
(For Thine is the Kingdom)
The Hollow Men; T.S. Eliot
monoco checking on verso
Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 | ▶ dev. Sandfall Interactive
if i had a dime for every time i wrote a man who had a scar over his left eye, i'd have two dimes. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.
apologies everyone, i did take yesterday off here as well and it has done wonders with my emotions. i will be sitting on geralt’s dash as i work on revamping, as i feel the slower fandom helps with my nerves and returning to familiarity is what i need right now. if you’re familiar w the witcher at all or want to write with one geralt of rivia once he’s truly back again …. hey.
writing muse will be back soon and eventually. tomorrow, myself and some of my friend group are going to be attending our friend's funeral, so i've been a bit low on socialising and low on mood in general. this blog really did bring on the grief haha :) anyways i'm around and ever slow on disc of course per usual.
# verleseau. independent, private, & . selective rp blog for verso dessendre, from sandfall interactive's clair obscur : expedition 33. characterization relies upon canon, but is heavily headcanon-based. written by kat, she/her, 29. i am not affiliated with any developers of the game. & . CURRENT PROGRESS : COMPLETED. as always, please read the rules outlined in my carrd before you follow ! i ask that no minors interact.
tableau que je ne peux voir ; fermer les yeux, reste le noir. may everything be decided before their very eyes, between the bars of their prison.
as the two of them draw nearer to the mouth of esquie’s nest, her steps halt to a stop, strife with hesitation. ❝ this is a mistake. i don’t know why i let you talk me into it. ❞ comes the half-hearted admonishment, though her usual edge is dampened by an unfamiliar air of reticence, of guilt. ❝ he doesn’t want to see me. i know he doesn’t. not after what i’ve done. ❞ or rather didn’t do. how her visits became rarer and rarer until she’d ceased entering the canvas altogether, too old to still be playing children’s games. clea must’ve been taller than verso when she’d last laid eyes on françois. sun-bleached memories she can hardly remember. to face him now feels like an impossible ask, a willing drop from a vertiginous height. she can’t do it, won’t. hands clench into tight fists at her sides, shaky despite her best efforts to conceal her nerves. ❝ you go ahead. i’ll just wait out here instead. ❞
she wears her nerves on her sleeves. if he looks just right, the harsh glare of the early afternoon sun betrays oppressive webs across porcelain-painted skin, that spread before his very eyes to wrap around her throat and tie her arms against her sides. she wishes to see him. verso knows she does. nothing makes a soul quiver quite so openly than suppressed longing for something once lost.
but, while unsister’s frank verity falters, verso grows bolder. a confidence he has not felt since his rebirth. he steps up the platform the opportunity presents without hesitation : he has witnessed how tormented the turtle had been, without his best friend and most fastidious companion. ❝ no, no no. you’re not getting out of this that easily. sorry. ❞ his tone reflects nothing of regret or sorrow. he knows that she knows that she’ll not be the case. ❝ he’ll want to see you. trust me. i’ve been here more times than you have these past few … ❞ ‘centuries’ flares like wildfire at the tip of his tongue. he lets it burn back, dying like ash at the front of his throat, where he swallows it back down. ❝ … decades. believe me, i know. esquie and i even ❞
ah ! no, no, he would rather not disclose their little endeavour to impart that carving upon the turtle. verso dismisses the thought with a wave of his fingers, brushing past her and making his way into the cave. ❝ follow me. you may as well. i'm telling him you're here regardless if you follow me anyway. so ... your choice. ❞
༉‧₊˚. ` discussed . / 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 .
how many of you are familiar with the witcher by the way ...
verso will be out there having a great day, and then esquie will go ahead and tell anybody who will listen that “verso likes crying too ! :)” out here catching strays like it doesnt happen with every expedition he’s travelling with.