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REINA WROTE A HOMAGE TO THE MYSTERY GENRE AND I HAD THE HONOUR TO PLOT ALONGSIDE AND ILLUSTRATE FOR THIS WONDERFUL AND CREATIVE PERSON!
GO READ!!!
(Yes it’s in CAPS LOCK because this has been such a journey. Also Alan is now francophone Belgian you are welcome)
Below are pieces for chapter 1 (technically chapter 2 since ch1 is the cover art) and are under spoiler in case you want to discover plot art within the story itself.
We report: we are expecting a clear sky throughout the day, but at sea, early morning, the horizon is nowhere to be found. Through the fog, the light is dull as to make the ocean look solid. We lean over to look more closely, but the surface of the water is utterly impenetrable.
[id. A twitter post by @/Bennieeexyz
Jury duty letter came addressed to my cat.
Not a mistake. "Felix Martinez" - that's his full name according to his vet records.
My last name. His first name. Somehow he's a registered voter now.
Called the county clerk.
Me: My cat got summoned for jury duty.
Clerk: Is the name correct on the summons?
Me: Yes, but he's a cat.
Clerk: Is Felix Martinez a legal resident of this county?
Me: He's a legal cat.
Clerk: Sir, if the name matches our records, he needs to appear or file an exemption.
Me: He can't file anything. He has paws.
Clerk: You can file on his behalf.
Me: Under what exemption? There's no box for "is a cat."
Clerk: (pause) Check "unable to serve due to medical reasons."
Me: What's the medical reason?
Clerk: He's a cat.
Me: That's not a medical condition.
Clerk: It is if it prevents him from serving.
Sent in the form. Got rejected two weeks later.
"Insufficient documentation. Please provide medical professional's statement."
Took the letter to my vet.
Me: I need you to write that my cat can't do jury duty.
Vet: Why is your cat summoned for jury duty?
Me: Excellent question. No good answer.
Vet: This is the weirdest request I've gotten.
Me: Can you just write that he's medically unfit to serve?
Vet: On what grounds?
Me: He's a cat.
Vet: (started typing) "Patient is unable to serve due to species-related limitations including inability to speak, read, or comprehend legal proceedings."
Me: Perfect.
Sent it in. Got another rejection.
"Summons is mandatory. Failure to appear will result in contempt of court."
My roommate thought this was hilarious.
Roommate: Felix is going to jail.
Me: This is serious.
Roommate: Bring him to court. See what happens.
Decided that was actually the only option left.
Day of jury duty, put Felix in his carrier. Brought the entire paper trail of rejection letters.
Checked in at the courthouse.
Clerk: Name?
Me: Felix Martinez.
Clerk: (looked at the cat carrier) Is that Felix?
Me: Yes.
Clerk: (long stare) He's a cat.
Me: I've been saying that for six weeks.
Clerk: Why didn't you file an exemption?
Me: I filed three. All rejected.
Showed her the letters. She read through them, expression shifting from confusion to disbelief.
Clerk: Someone rejected the veterinary documentation?
Me: Twice.
Clerk: (called her supervisor over) You need to see this.
Supervisor read everything. Looked at Felix. Looked at me.
Supervisor: How did a cat get registered to vote?
Me: You tell me.
Supervisor: This is a data error.
Me: Took you six weeks to figure that out.
They dismissed Felix immediately. Apologized for the inconvenience.
Supervisor: We'll remove him from the voter registry.
Me: Appreciate it.
Supervisor: (pause) Out of curiosity, how would he have voted?
Me: Probably whatever party supports universal treats.
Got a formal apology letter a week later and a voter registration card.
For me this time. Apparently I wasn't registered, but my cat was.
Roommate: Felix committed voter fraud.
Me: Felix committed nothing. He's innocent.
Roommate: That's what they all say.
Felix is sleeping on the jury summons now.
Fitting end to his legal career.
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My verstave friends, today is the day! Not only does Light the Way finally surpass 50K, this is also the chapter that was featured in the VCU! Finally, we are there. Buckle up, because Verso is about to find out why he should have listened to Gustave…
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FIC SUMMARY
After Verso loses his family to a house fire, he takes up a position as lightkeeper in an attempt to flee from both his grief and the prying eyes of Parisian high society.
Lumière is as sleepy as little towns come, and its folk are as kind and curious as one would expect. The lighthouse itself sits just out of town, on a little cliff jutting out from the coast of Bretagne. It’s an old place in a state of obvious disrepair, but thankfully the town’s engineer Gustave is as capable as he is handsome.
The perfect place for Verso, even though the sea starts whispering to him in his family’s voices at night. Grief can do that to a man, he thinks.
But when Gustave warns him not to listen to those that call for him in the darkness with a haunted look in his eyes, Verso realizes there is more at play in Lumière, and that his peaceful lightkeeper escape might turn out not to be so peaceful after all.
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Ani, for the writing game, can I request some og verstave fluff? I need to ingest og verstave energy 🥺🥺❤️
YES! I really hope you like this because this was entirely inspired by your lovely work <3
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He wasn‘t supposed to see it.
Today there is a tour through the Dessendre manor, headed by Renoir himself: Showing private art pieces of the family to select people after the potential war between writers and painters finally seems to have been avoided. A message of peace, building a bridge between the factions. And Gustave, son of one of the highest ranking members of the writer’s guild, was invited as well.
Verso didn’t know he’d be here, taking the place of his mother for this important event. So when he’d left the door ajar to his private study, deeply engrossed into the portrait he’d been painting for literal months now - aiming to catch the right colour of gold on brown locks, adding the rich but nigh invisible green to the irises, giving utmost attention to each and every freckle he had spotted peeking out where Gustave’s shirt has blessed him with a view of naked skin - Verso didn’t expect the door to suddenly, loudly fall shut, and to turn around and see a flabbergasted Gustave standing there in his best midnight blue suit.
His brown eyes with those emerald tones Verso knows he will never fully be able to mirror on any canvas now stuck on his very own half-finished painted self.
Verso’s mouth falls open, silent - lowering his brush as his heart pounds in his ribcage.
“Hum… this…” Gustave begins in a whispered tone after a tense silence, slowly coming closer to his stunned painter friend. Awe seems to fill his eyes as he approaches and studies the portrait in more detail. “You… paint me?”
“Not with chroma.” Verso blurts out and immediately curses at himself for it. But he must clarify this immediately, as to not scare Gustave even more as he probably already does. It is not a living canvas - no violation of ethics - but a traditional painting made for viewing pleasure and nothing else.
Verso’s worship of Gustave stands naked and clearly visible in every brushstroke, more meaningful than any spoken out confession would ever be. Especially since the torso, arms and legs he attached to his friends painted face are naked - his vision of the incredible beauty he dreamed to be hidden beneath Gustave’s fine clothes.
And here Verso thought he’d never be brave enough to address his feelings. A deep blush spreads on his cheeks and he lowers his gaze to the marble floor, not able to look at the man that happened to find out about his secret devotion in this most embarrassing manner. “I’m… sorry. I should’ve addressed it sooner …”
“Do I really look this beautiful to you?” Not pointing out Verso’s fragile state of mind and much too captivated by the artwork, Gustave wonders aloud as he now stands in front of the canvas, reaching out to the linen and stopping his hand just an inch away, as to not smear any of the freshly painted pigments. His fingers hover over his painted self, tracing its slender form in admiration.
Blue-grey eyes watch him, stunned, finding not the disgust he thought he would see in Gustave’s expression. “Yes.” Verso breathes out, joining the other’s study as his lips form a shy, crooked smile. “Though I am… I admit that I am not too happy with how it’s going, only drawing by memory it’s not… it doesn’t look like you.”
“Does it need to be looking like me?” Gustave turns to send Verso a soft smile that makes his heart soar, utterly disarmed by the turn of events. “Isn’t it rather supposed to… capture my essence - is that how your father described it?”
True. Art is a mirror, showing not just reality but the artists thoughts about the subject. Verso’s view of Gustave.
With a nod and a knowing expression, Gustave gives the painting another reverent glance. “If I may offer up some critique though…” - Verso stiffens considerably as Gustave’s eyes fall back on him - “I think he is lonely.”
“Lonely…?”
“Yeah. His gaze… the soft, demure expression.” Gustave points at the empty space in the corner of the painting, what his mirrored self could be looking at. “It should fall on the one who deserves to be looked at this way. Who puts all of his adoration and love into this…” He faces Verso again, and his gaze is the very same he tries to immortalize on Canvas. “He should be looking at you.”
Verso’s brush falls out of his hand and to the floor, the sound of wood hitting marble resounding in the atelier. “Gustave…” He whispers his name and gone is his mask, voice now full of the same adoration he has put in his painting.
The other responds to his softly spoken name like a plea, crossing the distance between them and picking up Verso’s now empty hands with his while meeting his worshipful gaze with his own loving stare.
“Ask me. The question that is on your mind, my painter.”
“Would you… model for me? Please?” With trembling hands, Verso goes down on his knees and kisses Gustave’s fingers. His heart soars as he hears Gustave’s breath catch and feels him clutch his hands even tighter. “I want to immortalize your true essence. Your beauty… you are the most breathtaking man I’ve ever met. My muse… I beg you, please be my muse.”
A dust of red forms on Gustave’s cheeks and it takes all of Verso’s willpower not to reach up and kiss them. “Yes…” He answers and smiles, chuckling as Verso all but rushes to pick up his brush again. “Now? Alright…“
Unhurriedly, Gustave makes sure to fold his suit, shirt and pants as he undresses, watching Verso’s expressions in utter delight as his warm, blue eyes never leave him, studying every inch of revealed skin and trembling with the need to draw all of him.
Standing naked in the middle of Verso’s atelier and watching him paint in silence, Gustave feels nothing but happiness to have found him here and to have revealed their secrets. The secret of Verso’s utter devotion - and Gustave’s secret of wanting to receive it. From now till the end of time, preferably.
Writing game request: I'd love a look into the future of your fic "Encore". How does the soul boy live with Gustave and his 'grand frère' Verso? Does he grow up? Give him a heartfelt moment with his painted self pls!
Thank you so much for this wonderful request! It's been so much fun returning to this, and exploring the happy future they all worked so hard for. Hope you enjoy it!
I’ve also posted it on AO3 here!
Requests are CLOSED.
SUNFLOWERS
Verso loves being out in the Canvas.
It has been six months since he stepped out of the Heart of his painted world and started living in it, living with his big brother, and seeing the world he has created with his own eyes.
He hasn’t stopped Painting, but it is different now.
During the day, he gets to explore the word. And oh, is there much to explore! So many places, nooks and crannies, and he's far from seen even a quarter of it all. During the night, however, when his physical body rests, does his soul return to the Heart of the Canvas. But where before Painting was a chore he’d grown tired of, a task he had to perform without end in sight, now he gets to take the joys he sees in the Canvas and give it back to it.
And there are so many joys, too!
Verso likes flying on Esquie’s back with the wind in his hair as they are on their way to a new place to discover the most.
We, as he is never alone.
His big brother Verso is almost always by his side out in the Continent, and Gustave joins them more often than not. They remind Verso of papa and maman sometimes, with their soft touches and sneaky kisses they think he doesn’t see.
Monoco is there more often than not, too, and the Gestral never wastes an opportunity to hoist Verso up on his shoulders to give him a better view of whatever area they are exploring.
Maelle—because that is who she is here inside the Canvas—joins too, but only sometimes. She splits her time between the Canvas and the Outside, and when she’s around she’s always so busy. Yet she never fails to make some time to spend with all three of her brothers.
But while he enjoys running amok in the Continent, he absolutely loves spending time in Lumière.
It’s the place where he lives with Verso and Gustave. Where he has his own room, where he can go to school, where he is making friends with kids his own age.
Lumière, where he can be a boy.
But it is confusing sometimes, because there are two Verso’s in Lumière. When Gustave calls for Verso, they both look. But the more time he spends in Lumière, the less he feels like Verso.
Verso is his big brother. Verso is the part of him that Paints while he sleeps.
Here, having crawled out of his attic bedroom window to sit on the roof, feet dangling off the side as he watches his new home below him, he doesn’t feel like Verso.
The sound of someone clambering up the roof makes him look up, and when Verso sees his brother inelegantly stumble across the roof he giggles, much to the older’s dismay.
“Oh you think that’s funny?”
Verso nods, kicking his feet in the air in amusement as the other sits down next to him with a heavy sigh. “You’re old.”
“Pot and kettle, mon petit,” his brother teases with a grin.
Verso pouts, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I’m eleven.”
He’s also around a century old, but that is in the Heart of the Canvas, not out here in Lumière.
His brother raises an eyebrow, giving him the same amused look papa used to give him. Then, he shakes his head with a smile. “Well, what’s an eleven year old doing on the roof? Nothing silly, I hope.”
Verso is quick to shake his head. “Just wanted to see uimière.”
“See?” his brother asks like he doesn’t believe him. “Or do you want to race over the rooftops? We could…” he stretches out his hand in front of him as his eyes jump from rooftop to rooftop before he looks at Verso with a grin. “We can see who is the fastest Verso.”
Verso hesitates. He has raced the rooftops with Maelle and it was a lot of fun. He’d love to do it with his brother, too! Maybe they can ask Gustave to join, Maelle did say he raced a lot with her when she was still living in Lumière. But he doesn’t want to race to find out who the fastest Verso is…
The older frowns at his lack of answer and places a hand on Verso’s shoulder. “Mon petit?”
Verso kicks his legs in the air, watching his feet. “I don’t want to be Verso anymore,” he whispers.
“What do you mean?”
Verso looks up at his brother with a frown. He feels… confused, and a little sad. It’s strange. “You are Verso.”
“So are you.” The older turns a bit, swinging one of his legs up onto the roof so he can face Verso better. He looks at him with worry in his eyes. “What’s on your mind, mon petit?”
Verso sighs with a small pout. “I want my own name.”
His brother hums. “Like how Alicia is Maelle here in the Canvas?”
“Yes!” Verso nods with a smile, happy that his brother understands. It’s why they are brothers, after all. “And then you would be the only Verso.”
His brother freezes at that, his face doing something complicated that Verso doesn’t understand. “I— you can be anything and anyone you want to be. If you want to be Verso, then you can be. Don’t let the fact that we share a name stop you, mon petit.” His expression softens and he smiles. “We are more than facsimiles of a dead man, even if we both have his name. We’ve been given a chance to live the lives we want to live in the Canvas. You don’t have to adapt to anyone but yourself, alright?”
“I never felt like a fasi… facsimel…” Verso stumbles over the foreign word.
“Facsimiles,” his brother helps with a chuckle. “But I guess copies is a bit less pretentious.”
Yes,” Verso nods, and thinks he is very nice to not tell his brother that pretentious is a very pretentious word, too.
Suddenly, a thought comes to his mind. Because if he wants a new name… His eyes widen. “Do you want to be Verso?”
His brother nods without hesitation. “I do. It’s not always been easy, but I don’t know who else I should be.” He leans his head to the side with a curious look. “If not Verso, who do you want to be? Do you have a name you like?”
“No,” Verso says, shaking his head.
“Ah.”
He hadn’t gotten that far. But that only means that: “We can pick one together!”
His brother laughs, putting his hands behind him and leaning back into a more relaxed position. “Alright, let’s do this.” He thinks for a moment. “What is… your favourite flower?”
“Sunflowers!” Verso exclaims without hesitation. “Like the one in my Drafts.”
“They are very pretty.”
“Yes! They have Esquie’s face!” He likes normal sunflowers too. They are very happy flowers, but the ones in the Drafts are the most fun as they remind him of his marshmallow friend.
His brother hums. “You could be… Maman, she had a friend, outside the Canvas. A Painter.”
Verso giggles. “Maman only had Painter friends.”
“But this one wasn’t with the Council,” his brother says softly, like he is sharing a secret. “He wasn’t from France. He was from the Kingdom of the Netherlands. That’s up north.”
“I know.” Verso rolls his eyes. He knows where the Kingdom of the Netherlands is.
“Smart lad.”
“We are.”
“Not always,” his brother mumbles with a dark expression. When he shakes his head, he looks normal again. “But, the Painter… he stayed in Paris for a while, I’m not sure you remember. We were… eight at the time, I believe.”
Verso shakes his head. Memories are difficult. Sometimes he does, and other times he doesn’t remember. And just sometimes a memory becomes loose, like a brick in a wall, and falls out for him to find. “What did he make?”
“Remember the painting of papa and maman they kept in their bedroom?”
Verso thinks it over. He knows the manor very well because it’s right here in the Canvas. And even if it’s not the real manor, it’s still a copy. “The weird blue one?”
“Yes, it's them at a café, drinking wine,” his brother explains. “He painted that. His style was always quite… eclectic. And the one at the café wasn’t the only one he made that’s in the manor.”
Verso frowns when his brother doesn’t continue. “Which one? Tell me!”
His brother grins. “No. I’m training your memory.”
“Not fair,” Verso says with a pout.
“But it’s fun.”
“Not for me.”
“I’m your older brother, it’s my job to tease you,” the older says with a laugh, he looks happy and relaxed. “But, I’ll give you another hint… he also painted with maman a few times, up in the greenhouse. We were there, once, plucking the flowers to maman’s great dismay. He painted those flowers. For Verso.”
Verso scrunches his nose as he thinks. He imagines the greenhouse, with its many flowers and pretty light. Tries to see maman there, painting with a friend while he is…
Picking sunflowers!
He was picking the sunflowers when maman scolded him and the red haired, bearded man behind the second easel chuckled.
“I remember! It is the sunflower painting!” he cries with a laugh. The laugh fades as he remembers the man, and Verso frowns. “He was a sad man.”
His brother nods with a sigh. “He was.”
“But…” Verso frowns to himself. The man had looked sad, but he had still been amused when Verso picked the flowers. He had still made him a painting of said flowers. Verso gasps, his eyes widening. “He is sad but makes beautiful things that make people happy. He is like me!”
His brother’s eyes widen and he straightens himself so fast Verso is afraid he’ll tumble off the roof. “Are you still sad?”
Verso shakes his head. “No! I’m happy now, and the Canvas is too.” He pats the roof, looking at Lumière with a smile.
For so long, the Canvas had been in pain, and it had hurt him too.
But now that is all over, and he will have a new name.
“What was his name?”
“Vincent. It means victorious.” His brother winks at him. “Quite fitting, don’t you think?”
“I want that name,” Verso says with a resolute nod. “I want to be Vincent.”
His brother, now the only Verso in the Canvas, smiles. “A good choi—”
“Are you two up there?”
Both Vincent and Verso’s heads turn as they hear Gustave call out for them through Vincent’s bedroom window. He sounds confused.
Vincent giggles.
“We are!” Verso calls back.
“What are you doing up there?”
Verso looks at Vincent and winks. “Talking.”
“On the roof?” Gustave sounds amused, like he thinks they are a bit silly.
Maybe they are.
Verso chuckles. “The view is pretty good.”
“Well, lunch is ready when you are done talking!”
“Merci!” Verso calls back to his boyfriend—and Vincent feels proud, because he helped with that! He stands up and reaches out a hand to his little brother with a smile “Shall we go, Vincent?”
Vincent takes his brother’s hand with a happy laugh, and together they make their way back to the bedroom window.
Vincent and Verso, younger and older brother.
Both living happily in the Canvas they call their home.
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Alan and Sciel know Gustave has been planning on proposing for WEEKS now and are proceeding to be little shits about it every time the four of them are around (they gotta affectionately bully their bestie til he finally pops the question, y'know?)
maybe verso gets the hint? or he's clueless, which makes it even funnier for the two of them...they just want their friends to be happy though, thats what matters 💖
Oblivious Verso and little shits Alan and Sciel are absolutely hilarious! Thanks for the prompt!
ENGAGEMENT RING
Gustave wants to murder Alan and Sciel, and at this point he’s not sure he would even bother to make it look like an accident. He’s certain that if he were to tell a courtroom why he killed his two best friends, they’d side with him too.
Because they are sitting side by side on the coffee shop’s terrace, with glimmering eyes like the scheming children they are, talking about jewellery.
Not just any jewellery.
Rings.
Because they know very well that Gustave has bought an engagement ring for Verso, and is planning to ask if his partner will marry him soon.
He just needs to gather his courage and make the dinner reservations.
They have also told him that he is being silly. Verso will not say no, so why is Gustave hesitating? Especially since he bought the ring already.
Gustave knows they’re right, and it’s not that he thinks Verso will say no—they have discussed marriage, after all. He just wants things to be perfect, which does not go well with his ability to overthink literally everything.
He knows they are excited, but at the same time he wonders why they have to be such little shits about it.
“I like silver more, looks better on my skin, you know?” Sciel asks, holding up her left hand where she’s not only wearing her wedding ring, but an additional six other rings as well on various fingers.
“Classic.” Alan says with a nod and a fond smile at his wedding band. “It’s just the one gold one for me.”
Exactly, Gustave wants to scream. Because it’s so obvious that Alan does not care about jewellery at all, and yet he is entertaining this conversation with nothing but glee.
Gustave dares a glance at Verso.
His partner is sipping his drink, watching Sciel and Alan with curious amusement in his eyes. He seems, however, completely oblivious as to why they are talking about this.
Which is good.
Now Gustave just needs to find a way to stop this conversation before this ridiculously dense man figures things out.
“Did you pick it out?” Sciel asks, as if she doesn’t know.
Alan laughs. “I gave my opinion. I did pick out the engagement ring, though.”
Gustave nearly chokes on air, barely managing to cover it up with a fake cough and a reassuring hand-wave at Verso that all is fine.
“How was that?” Sciel asks gleefully, mischief twinkling in her eyes. “I searched so long for the perfect one…”
“What is this, a jewellery club?” Gustave asks with a frown, looking at Sciel first and Alan second.
“Oh come on, Gustave!” Sciel says with a grin. “We’re just chatting.”
Alan nods along. “Verso doesn’t seem to mind.”
Verso looks between Alan and Sciel with a slight hint of panic in his eyes. “I’m just here to drink coffee.”
Sciel takes a sip of her drink before she smirks at Verso. “And talk about jewellery.”
“Any preferences?” Alan asks.
“You’re asking me?” Verso laughs and holds up his hands. “I don’t wear any jewellery.”
“Wouldn’t it be nice, though?” Sciel almost purrs. “To have a ring?”
Gustave’s eyes widen at Sciel’s question, his cheeks burning in a mix of frustration and embarrassment because surely, surely, Verso will catch on now.
Verso looks at his hands with a frown, oblivious. “I… guess?”
Gustave lets out a long breath, threading a hand through his hair.
Verso’s eyes snap to him, and he frowns with worry almost right away. “You alright?”
Gustave nods and waves a hand in the air. “I’m fine.”
And Verso might not catch on to the topic of conversation, he does immediately catch Gustave’s lie. “Your cheeks are flushed…” he mutters, tipping his head to the side. “It is rather warm out today. I’ll get you another lemonade.” He stands up and looks at Alan and Sciel. “You two want anything?”
“Coffee!” Alan asks, raising his empty cup.
“A lemonade would be nice…” Sciel muses.
“Be right back,” Verso says with a nod before he makes his way to the counter.
“If he figures it out before I ask him because of your stupid jokes, you two are paying for the wedding,” Gustave hisses at his two friends.
Both Alan and Sciel just laugh at him, teasingly telling him to get a move on and just ask Verso.
“I will!” Gustave exclaims. He looks towards the counter, where Verso is waiting for their drinks and looking at his left hand with a curious frown and small smile.
Gustave ducks his head with a blush. “Very soon,” he adds, making a mental note to call the restaurant tomorrow for that dinner reservation.
It would be better if Verso has a ring to admire, after all.
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I've actually been sitting on this one for a few weeks, but couldn't post due to vacation. But here it is now! Enjoy!
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FIC SUMMARY
After Verso loses his family to a house fire, he takes up a position as lightkeeper in an attempt to flee from both his grief and the prying eyes of Parisian high society.
Lumière is as sleepy as little towns come, and its folk are as kind and curious as one would expect. The lighthouse itself sits just out of town, on a little cliff jutting out from the coast of Bretagne. It’s an old place in a state of obvious disrepair, but thankfully the town’s engineer Gustave is as capable as he is handsome.
The perfect place for Verso, even though the sea starts whispering to him in his family’s voices at night. Grief can do that to a man, he thinks.
But when Gustave warns him not to listen to those that call for him in the darkness with a haunted look in his eyes, Verso realizes there is more at play in Lumière, and that his peaceful lightkeeper escape might turn out not to be so peaceful after all.
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