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title: Nautilus

summary:

The other Verso loved water, and so he did as well. Other Verso Painted water everywhere in the Canvas, although presumably, like the rest of the Canvas, he Painted it for fun and not for death. Flying Waters, which was Painted in a fit of childish fury after he realized he could not live in the ocean, contained something like breathable water. It made for an adequate alternative to the traditional ocean on days when Verso craved the peace of being underwater but not the pain of drowning. It wasn’t nearly as calming as swimming in real water, but it at least didn’t tempt him with the sleep of death. Not more than usual, anyway.

Or, an exploration of Verso and his relationship to water, the sea, and a certain very cute aquatic mammal.

Written for day 5 of Verso Hell Week: Drowning ( @verso-hell-week )

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/79829381

characters: painted verso dessendre; mentioned clea, monoco, and esquie

tags: pre-canon/canon, existential angst, dark humor, depression, suicide, you know. the usual verso tags.

gen | complete one-shot | 2.3k words

@thekittysmeow @miss-kuki-nz @teamchasez @goddesschoi @arination99 🏷

kusuke isn't scared of planes, he understands that the pilots and all other staff members are skilled at their respective field. though there was a sinking feeling in his stomach he couldn't get rid of– nausea? not quite. only certain foods made him feel nauseated, he's had a strict diet for years now; it couldn't've been that.

the plane finally lands. that was it. finally in london. then kusuke would navigate the place alone, not that he needed much help. oddly, at every turn, he can hear his parents. rather, he was imagining things they'd say if they were in london with him.

there are a lot of people in the airport. kusuke thinks of kusuo. he'll be fine. kusuke tries to imagine all the thoughts that would make itself heard in kusuo's head. it rather annoys him, wasting his thoughts on locals and foreigners alike. what does he gain from thinking of what other people are thinking–? when there was someone kilometers away that could effortlessly know it without even wanting to do so?

kusuke shrugs his shoulders, fixing his jacket. while he's adjusting to cambridge, he'll have to try not to dwell too much on why he moved there in the first place.

How do you know where to begin a story? How do you kick things off and just step right into someone’s world? thank you so much for any advice 😘🙏😭

babe thank you so much for your kind words! 🖤✨ i am on here but i'm in my anti-social era - however, i'm going to make more of an effort to be present lol

i completely get what you're saying, sometimes the hardest thing to understand about a story is how it begins. they're easily the most inorganic part of writing, because depending on where and when you're setting the story you need to catch people up to the rules of your universe in a way that feels both intuitive and also doesn't challenge them too hard off the bat, and there's really no elegant way of doing that. it is definitely easy to overthink it and scare yourself even more, so my best advice would be to just play it as it lays a little bit and write as much of it as you can and let the information come out where it feels right. sometimes after i do that I discover i have a whole new idea for where i want the story to begin, and sometimes it just occurs to me that i have more space than i thought i did to help things make sense for the reader because it's my story and i can play by my rules - which is the most chic part of writing tbh lol

just do your own thing! the reader is never as clueless or judgmental as we think they're going to be, they'll be able to get what you're laying down. if a story wants to be told badly enough it will teach you the way to tell it, so the best thing you can do is just write ~