[A soft laugh at Maelle's comments about Simon. She's right. He was an artist. But:]
He preferred to be seen as a craftsman.
[Which, in hindsight, is a complicated notion. Aline had effectively hand-painted all the Lumierans who existed at the time; how much of an influence she had on the shape of their thoughts and the trajectories of their futures still remains an uncomfortable mystery to Verso. One that's long haunted him, and one that's been coming up a lot more ever since Renoir had called him some of Aline's finest work and Maelle had called his father a rather unflattering portrait.
The topic shifts again, and Verso's stomach churns. A well-masked Verso would shuffle aside the misery and the ways his ideation has changed the texture of him in perceivable ways, and he'd answer with a jovial and perhaps slightly embarrassed, Oh, right, I've been meaning to reach out to the others. This one purses his lips and tries to figure out how to give shape to his No, I don't want that.
Unwittingly, he starts fidgeting with a hangnail on his thumb.]
Thanks for the heads up. [He tries to joke.] I'll keep away from the windows.
[That doesn't help anything, though. It doesn't even help to dispel the impression that he's been floored by the simple mention of people wondering about him, but then he feels like nothing would at this point. He's more obvious than he's ever been and too exhausted to try to revert to old ways.
So:]
Tell them... Tell them it doesn't matter. I know where to find them.
[ It isn't a surprise, but when Maelle nods mutely in acceptance, there's an unwitting, unhappy twist to her lips anyway. ]
'Kay. [ He "knows where to find them," but if he's left the flat at all, she'd be surprised.
It makes sense that she's been having trouble getting through to him so far, but she'd hoped somebody could. Alicia might've been the only one, though...thinking of how her painted double had written that letter, and even then she'd seemingly not been able to reach her brother, maybe not.
The usual, restless anxiousness prickles at her from within, urging her toward saying something else about it. Toward pushing back. But...it's been nice, mostly avoiding all of that and just dipping back into their respective memories, talking about something that, when she has him to bounce it off, makes her feel warm and happy. Those same memories that had threatened to suffocate her this morning, when she realized what day it was, have become palatable again.
So Maelle returns to those sorts of things, unwilling to yet consider she might be treading on overstaying her welcome. Besides, there's one thing she's been wanting to ask: ]
Do you know-... Have you been to been to the...secret, no-sisters-allowed part of the Canvas? [ He must know, all things considered, so she pivot the question. What she's less sure about, though, is if this Verso has actually been there, or what he thinks of it. Considering she and Clea had been barred from entry, it's one of the few places here that Maelle has no memories of, though the idea of it seems to buoy her spirits a bit all the same. ]
[The line between making Maelle happy and feeding into all the things keeping her on this path of self-destruction (or so Verso still perceives) feels like an impossibly thin one to walk. That twist of her lips reflects in his stomach, and he doesn't know whether to wish that he was a better person or a better fighter. Or maybe he just doesn't want to admit to himself that it's the latter.
Regardless, he sits in the silence created afterwards, short though it might be, and tries to figure out a way to circle things back to better topics, or at least find some other avenue down which he can do a better job of pretending that he can see a tomorrow where he reintegrates into Lumiere and begins to eke out the normal existence Maelle still insists that he'll want to embrace one of these days. But, no. His eyes shift towards the cluttered piano. His thoughts go back to the promise he'd pinky sworn. And his heart retreats to the place in the pit of his stomach that it often occupies these days.
Fortunately, he doesn't have to do a damned thing because Maelle takes the initiative he doesn't have; less fortunately, he's not entirely sure what to do with the topic of Verso's Drafts. But she asked him a simple question that he can answer simply enough, so he stops letting his thoughts get ahead of him and leans a bit forward, pointing his finger in a display of faux presence.]
I have been to the secret, no-sisters-allowed part of the Canvas. Esquie's taken me there a couple times. And it's, uh, not that bad of a swim.
[For an immortal swim team captain, anyway. What he doesn't say is that he swam there only once, and that it was from Lumiere, and that it was on the day when he first returned to check in on a newborn baby Maelle, and that seeing her had called so much into question that he needed to retreat there in search of whatever perspective a long-gone child could provide. Things are messy enough as they stand.]
"Not that bad of a swim?" [ Though she repeats it with a question in her voice, it isn't difficult to piece together what that means: the Drafts are close (enough) to Lumiére. Maelle nods as she realizes this, though it isn't as if she's about to head out in search of it...more that it's a point of curiosity, giving it'd been forbidden, and she's always wondered where he'd built that little corner of the Canvas. ]
I won't ask what it's like. [ She says, with a tone that's almost teasing, like it's in danger of becoming a game of twenty questions.
Of course Esquie would know about it, and...it makes sense that he'd bring Verso (this Verso) to that place. For all of his silliness, Esquie's reason for existence had been as the ultimate friend and source of comfort for Verso. So...it's only natural he'd try and help his best friend's 'cousin' by showing him a place that, she assumes, is nothing but comfort and escape.
It's why she'd brought it up now, after all. ]
...I just thought, [ Maelle starts up again, lacing her fingers together over her lap. ] that, if you still wanted to get away for a while, it could be a good place to start.
[ As it's not just a place that isn't Lumiére, but one designed as a retreat for Verso. ...And, yeah, it'd been for the child version of her brother, but maybe it can still do something for this Verso where nothing else has seemed to click. ]
If you ever feel like going for a swim. [ A beat. ] Or a "swim-swim."
[Don't go getting any ideas, he almost says in reference to the thought of her swimming her way to the drafts, but he holds himself back, not wanting to create the broader implication that she shouldn't be getting any ideas about them at all. Because as she talks about it, her voice taking on that lilt, he thinks that maybe she deserves that place more than he does. The last untouched part of her brother, here in this Canvas, the only wide swath of chroma that's exactly as he'd meant it to be.
And sure, yes, once upon a time that brother would never have entertained the idea of inviting her there, but that was when he was a lost little boy who wanted to bear his pains all on his own, who wanted that absolute freedom to be himself and explore what that meant without an iota of anyone else's presence there to make him question any of that. As an adult, he had no reason to keep it from her, least of all if it might bring her peace.
Which is a bit complicated by how what the real Verso really wants is likely for her to let him go and move on, but... that's outside of this Verso's control. So, he sits for a moment with what he's about to do, then shoots his thumb over the door as if he's about to ask if she wants to head over to the cafe across the street.]
You want to come with?
[He doesn't say anything about himself. What he needs, what he wants, whether he appreciates the thought. Maybe there's more than one way to cease existing.]
[ The offer visibly surprises her, as he probably assumed it would. Maelle's bleached brows shoot up as she turns wide, questioning eyes his way, wondering if maybe he'd said it by accident, or...had meant it at first, but might take it back right away. And...when he doesn't, her face breaks into some mixture of relief and joy as she nods quickly in reply. ]
...Yeah. Definitely. [ This is, perhaps, one of the times she's seemed most Maelle since regaining her memories. It goes beyond just the idea of visiting her brother's Drafts, and even past the hope of the idea that there might be something happening that would right the wrongs between the two of them. It's...the prospect of fun, of an adventure, with Verso. Like when things were simple, when they just were who they thought and said they were and anything beyond that didn't seem to matter.
Though she wants to make a plan right away, to even up and leave now for the place, she tries and restrain some of that for fear that it'll spook him away from the idea. So she sits with her hands curled over her lap, like a kid waiting to start Christmas morning, alight with excitement. ]
Whenever you're feeling up to it, that is. [ She offers, belatedly. It's obvious that there's a concern lining those words (that, based on his track record, he'll never be ready to leave the flat), and she's itching to go and be somewhere, even briefly, where they can pretend again. Even so, Maelle tries to keep herself composed like she's not that kid, eyes trained on Verso with a barely-restrained smile and an almost-palpable hum of happy energy. ]
[They are not the same, Maelle and his Alicia, or even Maelle and the original Alicia, but neither are they different. Verso almost knows where she'll place her hands before she does; he nearly predicts the precise ways that she downplays how much she wants to go, how impatient she is over the prospect of waiting any longer. It's not a bad feeling, seeing her light up like that, but neither is it a good one for the worst of what it stirs up inside of him. After the Fracture, he would have given anything to inspire something similar in his little sister, to see the light shine in her eye and watch as she fought against her own eagerness to embody a level of restraint he was never going to ask of her. And maybe with time, he could have created more moments like that for her. But the betrayal followed, and so too did their self-exile from Lumiere and Verso's self-exile from his family, and...
The point is that Verso has to stand up from where he sits on the couch before regret and grief and the thoughts of all the things he'll never get to experience with Alicia threaten to make a different kind of liar out of him, the kind who raises hopes then dashes them soon thereafter. He takes a subtle breath through his teeth and rakes a hand through his hair before turning around to lean against a bookshelf. Casual, almost. Like that had been his plan the entire time.]
It's your day. You say the word.
[In truth, her fears aren't exactly wrong. He isn't ready to leave the flat. If they were to pencil the trip in for later, he can't promise that later would come on a day when he's capable of hauling himself out of bed and pretending like he wants to be anywhere else but home – whatever that means, these days. So, a doubling down.]
[ This moment feels like the thinnest pane of glass, the weakest strand of gossamer. Like if she moves too suddenly, it'll shatter or tear or evaporate and escape her. So Maelle watches with parted lips and widened eyes as Verso gets to his feet, not exactly throwing on his coat, but suggesting before speaking that he means yes and now.
She doesn't wait for the possibility to sour. He's up and she follows, maybe a little dream-like, hovering near the sofa and watching him with an increasingly hopeful, excitable air about her. ]
Really? [ Maelle hadn't meant to provide another opportunity for a point of failure, so she swallows and quickly adds: ] Then - now?
[ That'd been the implication, right? And, truth be told, the last minute has done more to buoy her spirits than just about anything in the past-...how long has it been? A few weeks? The time all sort of blends together, and it doesn't matter right now anyway. Her smile widens as she gathers herself (which involves very little), walking just a few steps out into the room, though not leading them to the door and pushing out.
It feels key, somehow, that he be the one to take that first step. ]
Consider this me saying the word. [ She does say, half-teasing, by way of invitation. To say nothing of "it's your day," since they both know things are more complicated than that, and...the whole point, the whole benefit, of her bringing up the Drafts and him suggesting they visit is to set aside those complications, right? ]
[So, it's settles. Not that it was in danger of being de-settled, especially when Maelle's excitement only blooms, just that the confirmation helps Verso clear up a little more of his mind ahead of heading off. Maybe seeing Esquie again and feeling the wind in his hair as they soar across the sea will help clear up some more, though he doubts there'll be any significant change. Tomorrow will still come, and with it the threat of another Fracture.
But today is not tomorrow, so off to the door he heads, gesturing Maelle along with him.]
Let's head out before it gets dark, then.
[The thought of heading out into the city in the middle of the day doesn't sit super well with him, and he's suddenly keenly aware that he doesn't know where they are in proximity to the docks. His familiarity with Lumiere is flimsy at best; he's long forgotten the way its streets wind across the island, and his visits to check in on Maelle had always been meandering. He didn't need to pay attention to where he was going because once he'd spotted her and confirmed she was still okay – for a certain definition of the word, anyway – he only had to walk in the opposite direction of the Crooked Tower to find his way back home.
So, he steps aside. Considers admitting that he needs help navigating the city but decides otherwise, instead offering a simple:]
Lead the way. [Another pause, then:] Esquie's still within shouting distance of the docks, right?
[ She doesn't have to be told twice. Maelle moves toward the door in such a way that suggests she's trying to appear as if she's not in a hurry, but every movement is a little frenetic, and the grin remains, giving her away.
They push over the threshold and out into the street, where she closes the door to the flat behind her and can scarce believe she's standing out here with Verso for once. For the first time since she'd brought him to the place...
Don't get too carried away, she tells herself, but it's a candle in the wind of her hopes for the outcome of all this.
Verso doesn't continue walking, though, and she tilts her head his way as he seems to grapple with something. Once it becomes clear that he either wants or needs her to take the lead, she nods once and does so, moving in the direction of the docks while still walking at his side. ]
Yeah. He's usually there because everyone's got questions for the Esquie. [ Maelle doesn't wonder aloud if Esquie ever gets tired of it, because she assumes he doesn't, or else he'd simply fly off. In fact, the ballooned creature seems to delight in the attention of the Lumiérans: the children dance alongside him, the adults marvel and try to figure out what to ask...
Belatedly, perhaps, she wonders if Esquie has seen the statue of himself in the plaza. Something to run by him, once the trio is already en route.
The streets are their usual level of busy, though Maelle still makes an effort to take them to the docks in such a way that'll avoid as many people as possible. It isn't particularly difficult for her to do, but she'd also found him an apartment not within immediate proximity, so there's a little time to fill between their departure from the place and arrival to where Esquie should await them.
Maelle breathes deep, tasting the hint of salt on her tongue. ]
We should probably try and take off out of sight of anyone there. [ She muses aloud, as they move through an ill-traveled side street and out, inevitably, into the main thoroughfare. ] They'll start asking him all day long for flights around the city, if they haven't already.
[ Though, there's no way the masses don't know he flies, she thinks. He's probably done it himself already just to put on a show. ]
That doesn't surprise me. I don't think he's ever had so much attention. It's probably getting to his head, but fortunately it's huge so there's lots of room.
[Said in a mostly humorous tone, though of course that lack of attention until now has its roots in dark places. Even before the Fracture, it isn't like he spent any time in Lumiere. Verso hadn't even met him until after he'd regained his memories. Same with Monoco. Aline had been hellbent on separating the Verso she painted from the world her real son had created, and they were both casualties of that in their own way.
A thought that finds him frowning – and which, in turn, catches him a second glance from a group of passersby. He rolls his eyes in reflex, then spends most of the rest of their walk through the streets and into the thoroughfare with his focus low to the ground.]
Sounds good.
[Is all he offers at first, lifting his gaze towards the harbour, and then higher. Fabric still flaps from the arms of those too-familiar statues, emblazoned, he's sure, with the number 33 as they'd been when they arrived back after expelling the Paintress. An odd ritual of the Lumierans that he'd never picked up on any of his earlier visits, but that he'd noticed after the final Gommage. Seeing it again causes a phantom twinge where his own armband once sat, that 33 making him feel like a fraud. Making him feel like he belonged, too.
Then, his focus completes its course, landing on the part of the island that juts out to the east. It's where he'd always arrived and departed, a tucked-away spot that kept secrets well. And while a giant flying Esquie is a secret that can't really be kept, there are so many other, better places to look in Lumiere that maybe they'll fade away into the sky without anyone paying them any mind.
Wouldn't that be nice.
With yet another attempt at a cleansing sigh, Verso gestures in that direction.]
[ The lovingly teasing comment about their flying friend makes her laugh, and Maelle nods in agreement, teeth flashing in a grin. ]
S'okay. He deserves it. We couldn't have gotten here without him. [ She doesn't mean it literally, though that's also true. ] Besides, he is pretty great.
[ To say the very, very least. Esquie has done so much for everyone, so...if his ego gets a little over-inflated, it's fine.
Verso directs them a little off the beaten path and the sister who isn't his sister nods, moving in that direction without delay. When she glances back in the direction of the docks proper, she's able to see (as expected) a gaggle of kids standing around and craning their necks, certainly looking for the mythical Esquie to grace them with his presence. ...That there are kids spending their time doing that, rather than needing to be working in an apprenticeship or anything that 'maximizes' the scant time they have left, softens her smile into something earnest and heartfelt.
They can live. All of them. Spend a whole day trying to catch Esquie's attention and have it not be a 'waste.' This...is what it'd all been for. ]
Hmm, don't see him over there. Maybe he's not here after all. [ Something tells her they won't have an issue summoning him, though. Especially not when his best friend is in tow. So Maelle continues onto until they're standing in the more tucked-away area and then comes to a stop, glancing around in idle curiosity. ]
Esquie? [ Her voice doesn't exactly carry, but it doesn't seem to matter for however his abilities work. Because, before long, the beloved creature drifts into view from above, hovering just over the water and assessing them. ]
Bonjour, Maelle! [ And then he turns his attention on Verso, reacting with a (perhaps) slightly over-dramatized look at the man on the docks. ] And Verso! It's been too long, mon amis. You know I can't fit through that tiny door.
That's him. Esquie the Great. We should probably make that official.
[It'd make him happy, Verso knows, the memory of how enthusiastic he'd been over his self-declared title still fresh on his mind. His big ball of nonsense. The one who kept him going, more often than not, back when he still wanted to be hugged free of whatever was dragging him down. Now, though, there's a bit of a twist to his stomach, an apprehension over how seriously Esquie will take his purpose now that Verso's back within his reach.
So, when Maelle observes that he might not be around, Verso feels relief. And then his usual concoction of disgust and guilt and exhaustion filter through, and he looks out into the water, wishing he could break free for a moment, dive all the way down to the seabed, feel the burn in airless lungs until he's ready to surface again, until he's willing to breathe. That's not an option, though, and so he keeps following Maelle, stopping a step after she does and preparing himself to put on a strong enough mask that not even Esquie can see through. A nigh impossible prospect, Verso knows; Esquie might pretend that he buys into whatever bullshit Verso is presenting, but no matter how much nonsense he might spout, he's Esquie the Wise, too.
All the same, he tries, raising a hand when Esquie appears and then holding both hands out in an impishly apologetic shrug.]
Hey, I'm here now, aren't I? And I've got an adventure for you. Maelle here wants to go see the – [He leans forward, cups his hand over his mouth, and says:] – you-know-what made by you-know-who.
[Esquie angles his head, and though Verso has an inkling of what he's about to say, he waits in pseudo patience, really just wanting to get going.]
Ooh, but I thought you-know-who said there were no sisters allowed in the you-know-what.
[Verso bats the truth away with a hand.]
Yeah, sisters. Plural.
[A pause. A silence. Waves rush the shore in a gentle whisper. And then, after a moment:]
Ah, I see. And Maelle minus Clea is one single sister. And! I'll get to go visit my coucou. All right! Let's go for a swim-swim.
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He preferred to be seen as a craftsman.
[Which, in hindsight, is a complicated notion. Aline had effectively hand-painted all the Lumierans who existed at the time; how much of an influence she had on the shape of their thoughts and the trajectories of their futures still remains an uncomfortable mystery to Verso. One that's long haunted him, and one that's been coming up a lot more ever since Renoir had called him some of Aline's finest work and Maelle had called his father a rather unflattering portrait.
The topic shifts again, and Verso's stomach churns. A well-masked Verso would shuffle aside the misery and the ways his ideation has changed the texture of him in perceivable ways, and he'd answer with a jovial and perhaps slightly embarrassed, Oh, right, I've been meaning to reach out to the others. This one purses his lips and tries to figure out how to give shape to his No, I don't want that.
Unwittingly, he starts fidgeting with a hangnail on his thumb.]
Thanks for the heads up. [He tries to joke.] I'll keep away from the windows.
[That doesn't help anything, though. It doesn't even help to dispel the impression that he's been floored by the simple mention of people wondering about him, but then he feels like nothing would at this point. He's more obvious than he's ever been and too exhausted to try to revert to old ways.
So:]
Tell them... Tell them it doesn't matter. I know where to find them.
[It doesn't have to go both ways.]
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'Kay. [ He "knows where to find them," but if he's left the flat at all, she'd be surprised.
It makes sense that she's been having trouble getting through to him so far, but she'd hoped somebody could. Alicia might've been the only one, though...thinking of how her painted double had written that letter, and even then she'd seemingly not been able to reach her brother, maybe not.
The usual, restless anxiousness prickles at her from within, urging her toward saying something else about it. Toward pushing back. But...it's been nice, mostly avoiding all of that and just dipping back into their respective memories, talking about something that, when she has him to bounce it off, makes her feel warm and happy. Those same memories that had threatened to suffocate her this morning, when she realized what day it was, have become palatable again.
So Maelle returns to those sorts of things, unwilling to yet consider she might be treading on overstaying her welcome. Besides, there's one thing she's been wanting to ask: ]
Do you know-... Have you been to been to the...secret, no-sisters-allowed part of the Canvas? [ He must know, all things considered, so she pivot the question. What she's less sure about, though, is if this Verso has actually been there, or what he thinks of it. Considering she and Clea had been barred from entry, it's one of the few places here that Maelle has no memories of, though the idea of it seems to buoy her spirits a bit all the same. ]
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Regardless, he sits in the silence created afterwards, short though it might be, and tries to figure out a way to circle things back to better topics, or at least find some other avenue down which he can do a better job of pretending that he can see a tomorrow where he reintegrates into Lumiere and begins to eke out the normal existence Maelle still insists that he'll want to embrace one of these days. But, no. His eyes shift towards the cluttered piano. His thoughts go back to the promise he'd pinky sworn. And his heart retreats to the place in the pit of his stomach that it often occupies these days.
Fortunately, he doesn't have to do a damned thing because Maelle takes the initiative he doesn't have; less fortunately, he's not entirely sure what to do with the topic of Verso's Drafts. But she asked him a simple question that he can answer simply enough, so he stops letting his thoughts get ahead of him and leans a bit forward, pointing his finger in a display of faux presence.]
I have been to the secret, no-sisters-allowed part of the Canvas. Esquie's taken me there a couple times. And it's, uh, not that bad of a swim.
[For an immortal swim team captain, anyway. What he doesn't say is that he swam there only once, and that it was from Lumiere, and that it was on the day when he first returned to check in on a newborn baby Maelle, and that seeing her had called so much into question that he needed to retreat there in search of whatever perspective a long-gone child could provide. Things are messy enough as they stand.]
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I won't ask what it's like. [ She says, with a tone that's almost teasing, like it's in danger of becoming a game of twenty questions.
Of course Esquie would know about it, and...it makes sense that he'd bring Verso (this Verso) to that place. For all of his silliness, Esquie's reason for existence had been as the ultimate friend and source of comfort for Verso. So...it's only natural he'd try and help his best friend's 'cousin' by showing him a place that, she assumes, is nothing but comfort and escape.
It's why she'd brought it up now, after all. ]
...I just thought, [ Maelle starts up again, lacing her fingers together over her lap. ] that, if you still wanted to get away for a while, it could be a good place to start.
[ As it's not just a place that isn't Lumiére, but one designed as a retreat for Verso. ...And, yeah, it'd been for the child version of her brother, but maybe it can still do something for this Verso where nothing else has seemed to click. ]
If you ever feel like going for a swim. [ A beat. ] Or a "swim-swim."
[ That is: travel there with Esquie once again. ]
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And sure, yes, once upon a time that brother would never have entertained the idea of inviting her there, but that was when he was a lost little boy who wanted to bear his pains all on his own, who wanted that absolute freedom to be himself and explore what that meant without an iota of anyone else's presence there to make him question any of that. As an adult, he had no reason to keep it from her, least of all if it might bring her peace.
Which is a bit complicated by how what the real Verso really wants is likely for her to let him go and move on, but... that's outside of this Verso's control. So, he sits for a moment with what he's about to do, then shoots his thumb over the door as if he's about to ask if she wants to head over to the cafe across the street.]
You want to come with?
[He doesn't say anything about himself. What he needs, what he wants, whether he appreciates the thought. Maybe there's more than one way to cease existing.]
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...Yeah. Definitely. [ This is, perhaps, one of the times she's seemed most Maelle since regaining her memories. It goes beyond just the idea of visiting her brother's Drafts, and even past the hope of the idea that there might be something happening that would right the wrongs between the two of them. It's...the prospect of fun, of an adventure, with Verso. Like when things were simple, when they just were who they thought and said they were and anything beyond that didn't seem to matter.
Though she wants to make a plan right away, to even up and leave now for the place, she tries and restrain some of that for fear that it'll spook him away from the idea. So she sits with her hands curled over her lap, like a kid waiting to start Christmas morning, alight with excitement. ]
Whenever you're feeling up to it, that is. [ She offers, belatedly. It's obvious that there's a concern lining those words (that, based on his track record, he'll never be ready to leave the flat), and she's itching to go and be somewhere, even briefly, where they can pretend again. Even so, Maelle tries to keep herself composed like she's not that kid, eyes trained on Verso with a barely-restrained smile and an almost-palpable hum of happy energy. ]
Just say the word.
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The point is that Verso has to stand up from where he sits on the couch before regret and grief and the thoughts of all the things he'll never get to experience with Alicia threaten to make a different kind of liar out of him, the kind who raises hopes then dashes them soon thereafter. He takes a subtle breath through his teeth and rakes a hand through his hair before turning around to lean against a bookshelf. Casual, almost. Like that had been his plan the entire time.]
It's your day. You say the word.
[In truth, her fears aren't exactly wrong. He isn't ready to leave the flat. If they were to pencil the trip in for later, he can't promise that later would come on a day when he's capable of hauling himself out of bed and pretending like he wants to be anywhere else but home – whatever that means, these days. So, a doubling down.]
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She doesn't wait for the possibility to sour. He's up and she follows, maybe a little dream-like, hovering near the sofa and watching him with an increasingly hopeful, excitable air about her. ]
Really? [ Maelle hadn't meant to provide another opportunity for a point of failure, so she swallows and quickly adds: ] Then - now?
[ That'd been the implication, right? And, truth be told, the last minute has done more to buoy her spirits than just about anything in the past-...how long has it been? A few weeks? The time all sort of blends together, and it doesn't matter right now anyway. Her smile widens as she gathers herself (which involves very little), walking just a few steps out into the room, though not leading them to the door and pushing out.
It feels key, somehow, that he be the one to take that first step. ]
Consider this me saying the word. [ She does say, half-teasing, by way of invitation. To say nothing of "it's your day," since they both know things are more complicated than that, and...the whole point, the whole benefit, of her bringing up the Drafts and him suggesting they visit is to set aside those complications, right? ]
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But today is not tomorrow, so off to the door he heads, gesturing Maelle along with him.]
Let's head out before it gets dark, then.
[The thought of heading out into the city in the middle of the day doesn't sit super well with him, and he's suddenly keenly aware that he doesn't know where they are in proximity to the docks. His familiarity with Lumiere is flimsy at best; he's long forgotten the way its streets wind across the island, and his visits to check in on Maelle had always been meandering. He didn't need to pay attention to where he was going because once he'd spotted her and confirmed she was still okay – for a certain definition of the word, anyway – he only had to walk in the opposite direction of the Crooked Tower to find his way back home.
So, he steps aside. Considers admitting that he needs help navigating the city but decides otherwise, instead offering a simple:]
Lead the way. [Another pause, then:] Esquie's still within shouting distance of the docks, right?
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They push over the threshold and out into the street, where she closes the door to the flat behind her and can scarce believe she's standing out here with Verso for once. For the first time since she'd brought him to the place...
Don't get too carried away, she tells herself, but it's a candle in the wind of her hopes for the outcome of all this.
Verso doesn't continue walking, though, and she tilts her head his way as he seems to grapple with something. Once it becomes clear that he either wants or needs her to take the lead, she nods once and does so, moving in the direction of the docks while still walking at his side. ]
Yeah. He's usually there because everyone's got questions for the Esquie. [ Maelle doesn't wonder aloud if Esquie ever gets tired of it, because she assumes he doesn't, or else he'd simply fly off. In fact, the ballooned creature seems to delight in the attention of the Lumiérans: the children dance alongside him, the adults marvel and try to figure out what to ask...
Belatedly, perhaps, she wonders if Esquie has seen the statue of himself in the plaza. Something to run by him, once the trio is already en route.
The streets are their usual level of busy, though Maelle still makes an effort to take them to the docks in such a way that'll avoid as many people as possible. It isn't particularly difficult for her to do, but she'd also found him an apartment not within immediate proximity, so there's a little time to fill between their departure from the place and arrival to where Esquie should await them.
Maelle breathes deep, tasting the hint of salt on her tongue. ]
We should probably try and take off out of sight of anyone there. [ She muses aloud, as they move through an ill-traveled side street and out, inevitably, into the main thoroughfare. ] They'll start asking him all day long for flights around the city, if they haven't already.
[ Though, there's no way the masses don't know he flies, she thinks. He's probably done it himself already just to put on a show. ]
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[Said in a mostly humorous tone, though of course that lack of attention until now has its roots in dark places. Even before the Fracture, it isn't like he spent any time in Lumiere. Verso hadn't even met him until after he'd regained his memories. Same with Monoco. Aline had been hellbent on separating the Verso she painted from the world her real son had created, and they were both casualties of that in their own way.
A thought that finds him frowning – and which, in turn, catches him a second glance from a group of passersby. He rolls his eyes in reflex, then spends most of the rest of their walk through the streets and into the thoroughfare with his focus low to the ground.]
Sounds good.
[Is all he offers at first, lifting his gaze towards the harbour, and then higher. Fabric still flaps from the arms of those too-familiar statues, emblazoned, he's sure, with the number 33 as they'd been when they arrived back after expelling the Paintress. An odd ritual of the Lumierans that he'd never picked up on any of his earlier visits, but that he'd noticed after the final Gommage. Seeing it again causes a phantom twinge where his own armband once sat, that 33 making him feel like a fraud. Making him feel like he belonged, too.
Then, his focus completes its course, landing on the part of the island that juts out to the east. It's where he'd always arrived and departed, a tucked-away spot that kept secrets well. And while a giant flying Esquie is a secret that can't really be kept, there are so many other, better places to look in Lumiere that maybe they'll fade away into the sky without anyone paying them any mind.
Wouldn't that be nice.
With yet another attempt at a cleansing sigh, Verso gestures in that direction.]
Over there should work.
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S'okay. He deserves it. We couldn't have gotten here without him. [ She doesn't mean it literally, though that's also true. ] Besides, he is pretty great.
[ To say the very, very least. Esquie has done so much for everyone, so...if his ego gets a little over-inflated, it's fine.
Verso directs them a little off the beaten path and the sister who isn't his sister nods, moving in that direction without delay. When she glances back in the direction of the docks proper, she's able to see (as expected) a gaggle of kids standing around and craning their necks, certainly looking for the mythical Esquie to grace them with his presence. ...That there are kids spending their time doing that, rather than needing to be working in an apprenticeship or anything that 'maximizes' the scant time they have left, softens her smile into something earnest and heartfelt.
They can live. All of them. Spend a whole day trying to catch Esquie's attention and have it not be a 'waste.' This...is what it'd all been for. ]
Hmm, don't see him over there. Maybe he's not here after all. [ Something tells her they won't have an issue summoning him, though. Especially not when his best friend is in tow. So Maelle continues onto until they're standing in the more tucked-away area and then comes to a stop, glancing around in idle curiosity. ]
Esquie? [ Her voice doesn't exactly carry, but it doesn't seem to matter for however his abilities work. Because, before long, the beloved creature drifts into view from above, hovering just over the water and assessing them. ]
Bonjour, Maelle! [ And then he turns his attention on Verso, reacting with a (perhaps) slightly over-dramatized look at the man on the docks. ] And Verso! It's been too long, mon amis. You know I can't fit through that tiny door.
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[It'd make him happy, Verso knows, the memory of how enthusiastic he'd been over his self-declared title still fresh on his mind. His big ball of nonsense. The one who kept him going, more often than not, back when he still wanted to be hugged free of whatever was dragging him down. Now, though, there's a bit of a twist to his stomach, an apprehension over how seriously Esquie will take his purpose now that Verso's back within his reach.
So, when Maelle observes that he might not be around, Verso feels relief. And then his usual concoction of disgust and guilt and exhaustion filter through, and he looks out into the water, wishing he could break free for a moment, dive all the way down to the seabed, feel the burn in airless lungs until he's ready to surface again, until he's willing to breathe. That's not an option, though, and so he keeps following Maelle, stopping a step after she does and preparing himself to put on a strong enough mask that not even Esquie can see through. A nigh impossible prospect, Verso knows; Esquie might pretend that he buys into whatever bullshit Verso is presenting, but no matter how much nonsense he might spout, he's Esquie the Wise, too.
All the same, he tries, raising a hand when Esquie appears and then holding both hands out in an impishly apologetic shrug.]
Hey, I'm here now, aren't I? And I've got an adventure for you. Maelle here wants to go see the – [He leans forward, cups his hand over his mouth, and says:] – you-know-what made by you-know-who.
[Esquie angles his head, and though Verso has an inkling of what he's about to say, he waits in pseudo patience, really just wanting to get going.]
Ooh, but I thought you-know-who said there were no sisters allowed in the you-know-what.
[Verso bats the truth away with a hand.]
Yeah, sisters. Plural.
[A pause. A silence. Waves rush the shore in a gentle whisper. And then, after a moment:]
Ah, I see. And Maelle minus Clea is one single sister. And! I'll get to go visit my coucou. All right! Let's go for a swim-swim.