VOULOIR, C'EST POULVOIR.

∗ 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.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎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.

"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.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎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. ❞

Verso & Monoco being little shits to each other.

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

this post is 18+, please be responsible.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎「 ‎VOULOIR, C'EST POULVOIR. 」

Oh. That was fast.

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

Monoco: -__-

⋆｡‧˚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. ❞

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?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎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.