VOULOIR, C'EST POULVOIR.

FOR THOSE WHO COME AFTER.

[voulloir]

#VOULLOIR -- independent portrayal of verso dessendre of clair obscur. penned by graves.

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‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎001. be kind!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎002. don't rush!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎003. multiship/multiverse!

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎004. crossover / au / oc / duplicate friendly!

[inkflowd]

@voulloir liked for a randomized starter!

∗ 27﹕ receiver  is  caught  wearing  sender's  clothes .

she honestly hadn't thought much about it when she tugged it on -- the thin, white linen granting her a looser fit than her current garments... and oh, how she was grateful for it. verso's nightshirts seemed to be the only thing to fit her now which she absolutely should have expected, and yet... it was still something of a surprise. head lifted as she heard his entrance for just a second before she moved back to her work. because she had made a PROMISE. standing on the edge of the earth, lune had looked verso in the eye and told him that she would figure this out.

she did not intend to fail.

"did renoir write any other journals that you could think of? i found a few in the town library, believe it or not... stuffed in a far off corner with some books regarding appropriate taxing on agricultural profits. a smart tactic, god knows nobody is reading anything from that shelf." muttering to herself, a hand pushing strands of hair away from her face as she focused.

" -- also, i might have to send you out to purchase trousers. none of my pants fit me and i don't intend on walking the streets of lumiere with my bare legs showing for all to see."

[voulloir]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎moments like this - it solidified a lot of things. constant reminders that this was real, lune wasn't giving up on him. just the same as he couldn't give up on her. losing a shirt or two was nothing.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎arms wrapped around her waist, gently tugging her closer. ❝ our old home, i believe in the gardens. or their bedroom. ❞

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎verso gently placed a kiss to her forehead, ❝ and here i thought my shirts were serving you wonderfully. ❞ finding pants wouldn't be a problem, already added to the mental checklist.

[eyesscoop]

the first few Verso pieces i've done

[voulloir]

continued from here // @perduxamour

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there wasn't a single wound on him. everything healed over already, only the blood soaking his clothing remaining. he was lucky, this time. that no one would notice, that so many would simply think of him as untouchable. or just a lucky fool.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎more concerning, however - julie. the battle was enough to rattle the lot of them, more than they were expecting. an ambush.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he's more than content to hold, to wait for clarity to return to her eyes. deep breaths, but verso couldn't bring himself to stop. it had been close, this time. the thought of losing anyone was -

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was too much. ❝ not sure. there could be more, we should try to move, soon - ❞ his own voice cracked, rough around the edges. they were all run ragged, but - they had to move still. it wasn't safe.

[paintedinlight]

He could apologize with every breath left in his lungs. It wouldn't change anything unless he actually stuck to it. Lifting his mask once again, he'd look to Verso in silence. Unreadable as always, the air around them said more than enough than any expression would be able to. He was tired, frustrated, and not sure where to go from there.

"I suppose we'll see." There was so much more to it than what he'd said, but to utter the dread he was filled with... Monoco wasn't sure if he wanted to say it. Maybe it would make Verso more serious about the promise, but it would also add to his mounting pile of guilt.

The last thing he needed was for Monoco to add to it.

"...Are we done here? Are we moving on, or going home?"

[voulloir]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎if there was anything verso was truly good at, it was disappointing those who cared for him. even monoco wasn't spared from the list, no matter the efforts made. there were simply inevitabilities.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he was frustrated, likely exhausted from the day. it wasn't going to go away anytime soon. ❝ let's go home, mon vieux. ❞

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the petname, so often said in jest or fondly, simply rang empty as verso begun moving. ❝ the day has been long enough as it is. ❞

[voulloir]

what's their love language(s)? go into depth. what makes those their favourite? does it change depending on the person? what are some little details about what makes your muse tick? are they a casual lover or an intimate one? intense or not?

ROMANTIC / SEXUAL HEADCANON QUESTIONS / accepting !

OOC. acts of service is his number one by a long shot, but second to that is touch! he just doesn't get much touch and most of his acts of service come out self sacrificial and it's a Lot he's definitely a more intimate lover, he has lots of big feelings that are complex and hard but usually worthwhile. definitely intense at times, but he tries to match what he's given (with varying success)

[vrakhiri]

Verso & Monoco being little shits to each other.

CLAIR OBSCUR: EXPEDITION 33 (2025) dev. Sandfall Interactive

[voulloir]

what's their stamina like? can they go for hours? do they need to rest and hydrate regularly? have they always been like that?

is your muse adventurous? does it outside of the bedroom / in public or somewhere they're not supposed to? why do you think that is?

are they vocal? in turn, do they enjoy vocal partners? (just pretend im sending these from lune hehe)

ROMANTIC / SEXUAL HEADCANON QUESTIONS / accepting !

OOC. rubbing my hands together over this

stamina's pretty average, he tries to match his partner and meet their needs but he does get tired at around the 2.5 hr mark. water breaks are important but aside from that any breaks are usually him still smoochin on his partner bc he's touch starved as Fuck, he's worked to get there

not rlly adventurous on his own, but always open to whatever his partner may want to do/try! much more nervous about anything public, even innocent pda makes him flustered but always smiling. he's not used to it, and mostly he just wants to please!

when he gets over stimmed he gets really whimpery, this man is a service top at most. vocal partners are his favorite, he loves knowing he's doing his job correctly and loves being called a good boy can't be helped!

[rpstartersinc]

* 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 / 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

ace friendly. please feel free to change pronouns as needed. do not steal. this is original.

this post is 18+, please be responsible.

do they enjoy physical contact? what's their favourite kind? do they have any weak spots? what about hugs?

what's their stamina like? can they go for hours? do they need to rest and hydrate regularly? have they always been like that?

do they enjoy kissing? have they ever kissed anyone? how skilled or experienced are they?

have they ever had sex? do they enjoy it? if no, does your muse have anything they find sensual without it being sexual? things they appreciate without it escalating.

what's one of their fantasies? if they don't have a fantasy, is there any reason?

have they ever been caught during sex? if not, what does your muse think of that risk?

what's their love language(s)? go into depth. what makes those their favourite? does it change depending on the person? what are some little details about what makes your muse tick?

are they into roleplay? if not, why?

are they into bondage? if not, why?

when it comes to climaxing, how easy is it for your muse? if it's difficult, how does that make them feel? do they even bother? why is it easy / difficult?

how does your muse feel about sex generally? outside of whether they enjoy it, do they think it's good, bad, ugly, attractive? would they like to have more or less of it?

is your muse adventurous? does it outside of the bedroom / in public or somewhere they're not supposed to? why do you think that is?

are they vocal? in turn, do they enjoy vocal partners?

are they embarrassed by sex? if so, why is that? if not, where did they get that courage from?

what is their position? dominant, submissive, switch? name any others i haven't listed.

what do they consider the perfect night? candles, a picnic, a dinner at a restaurant... what's the best way to woo your muse on a date?

are they casual lovers or intimate ones? intense or not?

is your muse a controlling lover / partner? in what way?

was your muse's first time a positive one? if yes, what went right? if no, what went wrong? please remember to tag any potentially triggering content. if your muse hasn't had a first time, do they want one?

do they indulge in outfits? what kinds, and what do they like to see their partner in?

[voulloir]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎「 ‎VOULOIR, C'EST POULVOIR. 」

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎#voulloir - ind. portrayal of verso dessenre. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ painted by graves. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ©

[voulloir]

❝ i would know your face in dark or disguise. i would know it even in madness. ❞

SONG OF ACHILLES STARTERS // accepting !

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎julie had a way with words that nearly killed him. every time, it would make his heart start beating for the first time in months. restarting, over and over. always just for her, just for their moments together.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎in this moment, his face was covered in blood. they had been caught off guard, nevrons surrounded them. but it was done, it was over.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎verso took a breath, the first proper one since the fighting had ended. his adrenaline was still too high, eyes still dazed. he couldn't focus, two more breaths and he could finally look her in the eyes.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there she was, bringing him back down to earth. ❝ julie, ❞ his voice is a frog's croak, ❝ are you alright? are you hurt? ❞

[voulloir]

"You only live once but, if you do it right, once is enough." the poetic irony of this cannot be understated.

POETIC SENTENCE STARTERS // accepting !

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎verso, despite being in his early twenties now, would always be his father's son. and his father, despite what his rebellious teenage self had thought, was a man worth listening to.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he enjoyed his bites of wisdom almost as much as sharing them, and his son, dutiful and ever stuck in the middle, listened.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎if you do it right, once is enough.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎clearing his throat, verso tucked some stray strands of hair behind his ear. he sat up straighter at the piano, ❝ very true. it's why i'm forever grateful for my piano lessons. ❞

[unheritage]

Oh. That was fast.

At that look of confusion and the following question his smile grows, stretching across his face lopsided as it had always been. " Wow, Maelle was right. You break so fast. "

[voulloir]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎eyebrows raised, a look of really settling over him. of course maelle was involved. ❝ you looked upset. or constipated. hard to tell. ❞

[vrakhiri]

Monoco: -__-

CLAIR OBSCUR: EXPEDITION 33 (2025) dev. Sandfall Interactive

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲

❝ say that again, slower this time. ❞

❝ i don’t need a bed to ruin you. ❞

❝ you’re already shaking and i haven’t even started. ❞

❝ keep looking at me like that and we won’t make it home. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my hands. ❞

❝ clothes off. now. ❞

❝ is that a threat, or a promise? ❞

❝ make me regret letting you in. ❞

❝ i want to hear you beg. ❞

❝ sit down and behave. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. ❞

❝ i love the way you break for me. ❞

❝ let’s see how quiet you can be. ❞

❝ don't even think about tapping out. ❞

❝ i’ll stop when you forget your own name. ❞

❝ come here and prove it. ❞

❝ don’t you dare look away. ❞

❝ you’re not getting any sleep tonight. ❞

❝ i’ve got plans for that mouth. ❞

❝ be good and take it. ❞

❝ say it like you mean it. ❞

❝ you have no idea what you’ve started. ❞

❝ you asked for this. remember that. ❞

❝ i’ll make you forget everything else. ❞

❝ i’m going to ruin you. beautifully. ❞

[queenstardust]

les amis ❤️‍🩹

[paintedinlight]

Rusty. He was about to throw this idiot.

Verso could say he understood as much as he liked, but that hardly meant he actually did. He knew of Verso's pain. He knew this existence was of no fault of his own, of no will of his own. Monoco was doing all of this for him, and yet-- ...

Yes, he knew Verso's pain outweighed his own, but that didn't make it any easier to swallow.

"It's far past worry at this point," Monoco forced out, looking down for the time being. "You may keep coming back, that doesn't erase the fact that I've witnessed you eviscerated in front of me far too many times." To have to learn that the child he grew up beside had died was one thing, but to have to witness the man made in his image's death over and over again felt like cruel and unusual punishment. And for what? For what reason?

Monoco had been trailing to the end of his rope for a while.

[voulloir]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎swallowed, stabbed, tortured, burnt - there were too many different deaths to count. most that verso had begun to forget about, but clearly it wasn't the same for his companion. how could it be?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎standing, he slowly approached. ❝ ... i'm sorry, monoco. ❞

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a hand gently reached for the bandage once again, gently finishing his work from earlier. ❝ i will be less reckless going forward, you have my word. ❞ he couldn't promise it would never happen again, but verso could stand to parry more often.