[ day-to-day life in the valentina isn’t so far removed from life as a convict in the fortress. granted, the latter came with far worse living conditions during his time as an exile—but the close proximity to all kinds of personalities is something wriothesley still navigates with ease when coming and going from his assigned room.
really, if he’s being honest, the only thing that feels familiar is the act of sparing passing glances toward open doorways or catching snippets of conversation down the hall.
it’s not until he strolls through the hotel floor by floor—instead of taking the elevator like usual—that he hears a voice that stops him. suspiciously familiar, in a language just adjacent enough to his own from fontaine, that he slows to investigate the source. ]
Oh. [ that’s all he manages at first. it’s hard to forget a face, after all—not when you’ve shared a string of cheesy romcoms in a dimly lit room, sprawled out on a couch, probably splitting snacks between viewings. just two bros doing bro things. but the last time they’d spoken in person—verso hadn’t looked anything like this. not with that telltale corruption clinging to him now. ]
[Wriothesley catches Verso just as Vanitas peels off to use the showers, so he's in good humour as he hears Wriothesley address him.
Even after the number of days it's been since he returned from his... adventure, he's not used to the way people's eyes always fix straight on his horns. He's considered cutting them off, but... Vanitas would disapprove.
[ as strange as it is to make sense of, it's probably thanks to the Genshin Get-Together—with seeing others in different stages of their corruption—that wriothesley is able to pivot past the initial shock. it’s not so much the sight of verso’s horns that throws him, but how quickly someone's augmented soul can start to show. ]
I caught another rom-com the other night. All charm and clever lines, the kind you pretend not to like, but always end up smiling through anyway.
[ hopefully it’s obvious that he’s checking in without prying, offering a softer alternative to the usual string of questions verso is already regularly subjected to. it’s more of a quiet reassurance, laced with his usual dry charm. ]
If you’ve got time to spare one of these days, I wouldn’t mind catching up properly.
[ he's not the type to really ever drink, but what the helly in return. a glass won't hurt him. ]
Sure. Apologies in advance for dropping by unannounced.
[ he gives a small bow before entering proper. and even though everyone's rooms in the valentina are all the same, he tries not to pry into any particular details. ]
[Verso brushes off the apology with a wave of his hand.] You're an invited guest — nothing unannounced about that.
[He swipes his Syntrofos on the access panel and steps aside to allow him to enter first.
Verso hasn't amassed much in his time here. The only significant possessions in the room are a round humanoid cloth doll with a mask surrounded by rays to make it appear like the sun, a crate of wine Verso has been rapidly working his way through, and his sword, propped up next to the bed.
He takes one of the remaining bottles of wine and uncorks it, filling the glass that appears in his hand and holding it out.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pre-spooky kidnapping times
really, if he’s being honest, the only thing that feels familiar is the act of sparing passing glances toward open doorways or catching snippets of conversation down the hall.
it’s not until he strolls through the hotel floor by floor—instead of taking the elevator like usual—that he hears a voice that stops him. suspiciously familiar, in a language just adjacent enough to his own from fontaine, that he slows to investigate the source. ]
Oh. [ that’s all he manages at first. it’s hard to forget a face, after all—not when you’ve shared a string of cheesy romcoms in a dimly lit room, sprawled out on a couch, probably splitting snacks between viewings. just two bros doing bro things. but the last time they’d spoken in person—verso hadn’t looked anything like this. not with that telltale corruption clinging to him now. ]
Mr. Verso?
no subject
Even after the number of days it's been since he returned from his... adventure, he's not used to the way people's eyes always fix straight on his horns. He's considered cutting them off, but... Vanitas would disapprove.
Still, it puts a damper on his smile.]
Yes?
no subject
I caught another rom-com the other night. All charm and clever lines, the kind you pretend not to like, but always end up smiling through anyway.
[ hopefully it’s obvious that he’s checking in without prying, offering a softer alternative to the usual string of questions verso is already regularly subjected to. it’s more of a quiet reassurance, laced with his usual dry charm. ]
If you’ve got time to spare one of these days, I wouldn’t mind catching up properly.
no subject
Free now? I have wine.
[Sometimes you take the hand offered.]
incredibly sorry for the lateness! irl absolutely bodied me second week
Sure. Apologies in advance for dropping by unannounced.
[ he gives a small bow before entering proper. and even though everyone's rooms in the valentina are all the same, he tries not to pry into any particular details. ]
all g! I've been slooow myself.
[He swipes his Syntrofos on the access panel and steps aside to allow him to enter first.
Verso hasn't amassed much in his time here. The only significant possessions in the room are a round humanoid cloth doll with a mask surrounded by rays to make it appear like the sun, a crate of wine Verso has been rapidly working his way through, and his sword, propped up next to the bed.
He takes one of the remaining bottles of wine and uncorks it, filling the glass that appears in his hand and holding it out.]