WHO: Expedition 33 (Gustave, Maelle, Sciel, and Verso) WHEN: post-mingle, pre-mission WHERE: the apartments WHAT: the remaining members of Expedition 33 NOTES\WARNINGS: spoilers for Acts 1&2 of Clair Obscur: Expedition 33
His voice quiets as he muses over what has become of Monoco. He knows -- his friend was prepared for what was to come, as well, but still, it doesn't make it anymore heart-wrenching to think about.
"He's probably still mourning us. His heart's quite big for the backside of a poorly-constructed owl." An insult that he didn't yet have the chance to throw at his friend. His eyes drift away as he inhales slowly, and shifts his tone to something easier, casual. "But as for what I am going to do, I fear I must rest."
"I must say, I'm a little disappointed in him if he's not making some grand effort to get to the bottom of our disappearance."
Despite the seriousness of the subject, she's light about it; they have plenty to do here to fix it themselves, and Monoco's grief will be temporary. Funny, how much freer things feel when there's no longer a time limit.
Still, she rakes his bangs back out of his face again, letting her fingers smooth his hair back. Oh, ma marmotte.
A little smile comes and goes. He wonders if that will happen but is uncertain. But he supposes that he doesn't need to know; he has faith in what will happen next and that is all that he really needs.
"Unfortunately." His smile returns easily enough as she smooths his hair back. Breathing deeply, he can say he enjoys when doing this that he enjoys how her body feels against him as he does so.
The day's still going and he believes she should go enjoy it if she likes. Both of them are friends; he feels a bit complicated about the word "friends" but that it's own issue. As for their other activities, Sciel's made her stance clear on her feelings; he has his own but no desire to force her to meet them.
“Is this you kicking me out?” she asks, wryly, but there’s no heat there. It’s fine. She has no intention of lounging the day away, and he needs his sulking time, but for a beat she snuggles in even closer, pressing a kiss to the edge of his jaw, and then the swell of his cheek, and then a third to where the scar ends over his eyebrow.
Maybe it’s selfish, to touch him far gentler than she speaks to him, or to hold him in ways she shouldn’t hold any lover, but it feels as good as fucking him, sometimes. Almost makes her forget how lonely life is. Almost.
But he wants his alone time, so she peels herself from him, just enough to sit up. Her hair is a tousled mess from being dragged across the pillows, and she reaches up to undo it entirely and scrape it right back up into a fresh bun. It’s hardly tidier than before, but it’ll do.
"It's me saving you from my snoring." A teasing response back.
Verso honestly doesn't want anyone near him when he's asleep. Back then, he only agreed with Lune since it seemed out of scientific curiosity; she thought it to be a side-effect of being immortal. And he let her keep thinking that is what it was. But, even coming to Etraya, his sleep is no more restful than back on the Continent. Still an oppressive void weighs down on him until he has to wake up.
He leans slightly into her touch, into the kisses that she places upon his face. An easy smile washes over his expression. "You do almost make me want to drag you back to bed."
Another deep sigh before he makes a soft hm. "I don't see why not." It's been enough time that he doesn't think there would be an issue to have dinner all together, at least. Few more meals before they head off to a mission.
“So considerate of you,” she murmurs, and hair successfully dragged out of her face, she runs her hand over his belly affectionately.
Tempting as it is to let him drag her back in, she’s already upright, and now the rest of the day is calling. She’s satisfied just giving him a once-over look, a smile on her face.
“I’ll see you at dinner, then,” she says, and she leans over him like she might kiss him again, but she’s teasing, too. She’ll get it before she goes. Up she gets instead, right to her feet, and there’s no bashful swaddling herself in sheets here; she moves across his room naked, looking around for her shorts. “And maybe you and I will have a nightcap after?”
She said they shouldn’t think about Gustave, but she does, here: will he notice her going up the hall? Probably. She doesn’t love it, but decides her original stance stands. Not his business.
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She could nap here, if she didn’t have other things to do today. But at least that thought gives way to something else to chew on.
“What do you think he’s doing right now? Seeing as he wouldn’t have gommaged with the rest of us.”
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His voice quiets as he muses over what has become of Monoco. He knows -- his friend was prepared for what was to come, as well, but still, it doesn't make it anymore heart-wrenching to think about.
"He's probably still mourning us. His heart's quite big for the backside of a poorly-constructed owl." An insult that he didn't yet have the chance to throw at his friend. His eyes drift away as he inhales slowly, and shifts his tone to something easier, casual. "But as for what I am going to do, I fear I must rest."
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Despite the seriousness of the subject, she's light about it; they have plenty to do here to fix it themselves, and Monoco's grief will be temporary. Funny, how much freer things feel when there's no longer a time limit.
Still, she rakes his bangs back out of his face again, letting her fingers smooth his hair back. Oh, ma marmotte.
"Sleepy, are you?"
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A little smile comes and goes. He wonders if that will happen but is uncertain. But he supposes that he doesn't need to know; he has faith in what will happen next and that is all that he really needs.
"Unfortunately." His smile returns easily enough as she smooths his hair back. Breathing deeply, he can say he enjoys when doing this that he enjoys how her body feels against him as he does so.
The day's still going and he believes she should go enjoy it if she likes. Both of them are friends; he feels a bit complicated about the word "friends" but that it's own issue. As for their other activities, Sciel's made her stance clear on her feelings; he has his own but no desire to force her to meet them.
"Shall this be how we part for the day?"
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Maybe it’s selfish, to touch him far gentler than she speaks to him, or to hold him in ways she shouldn’t hold any lover, but it feels as good as fucking him, sometimes. Almost makes her forget how lonely life is. Almost.
But he wants his alone time, so she peels herself from him, just enough to sit up. Her hair is a tousled mess from being dragged across the pillows, and she reaches up to undo it entirely and scrape it right back up into a fresh bun. It’s hardly tidier than before, but it’ll do.
“Join us for dinner later?”
No pressure.
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Verso honestly doesn't want anyone near him when he's asleep. Back then, he only agreed with Lune since it seemed out of scientific curiosity; she thought it to be a side-effect of being immortal. And he let her keep thinking that is what it was. But, even coming to Etraya, his sleep is no more restful than back on the Continent. Still an oppressive void weighs down on him until he has to wake up.
He leans slightly into her touch, into the kisses that she places upon his face. An easy smile washes over his expression. "You do almost make me want to drag you back to bed."
Another deep sigh before he makes a soft hm. "I don't see why not." It's been enough time that he doesn't think there would be an issue to have dinner all together, at least. Few more meals before they head off to a mission.
Sounds nice, actually.
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Tempting as it is to let him drag her back in, she’s already upright, and now the rest of the day is calling. She’s satisfied just giving him a once-over look, a smile on her face.
“I’ll see you at dinner, then,” she says, and she leans over him like she might kiss him again, but she’s teasing, too. She’ll get it before she goes. Up she gets instead, right to her feet, and there’s no bashful swaddling herself in sheets here; she moves across his room naked, looking around for her shorts. “And maybe you and I will have a nightcap after?”
She said they shouldn’t think about Gustave, but she does, here: will he notice her going up the hall? Probably. She doesn’t love it, but decides her original stance stands. Not his business.