[ Since Vincent still has a couple sips left, the implication isn’t lost on him. Humming with consideration, he’ll pick the glass back up.
Perhaps he’s done the bare minimum to smooth things over, now, but… what the hell, Verso might be a more intriguing individual than he’d previously thought, if he can understand such perspectives. Perhaps it would be of benefit to Vanitas is they were on good terms rather than merely amicable, besides.
So, with a smile, he’ll lean forward to offer his cup for a refill. ]
[He tips the wine into the glass, up to the same mark as the previous pour.]
Just shout if you want more. Still a bit there.
[He almost asks half a dozen questions, but they're all uncharitable, have barbs underneath, and it's too soon to be an asshole. Instead, he settles on:]
You love the brat? ["Brat" said with the same fondness he uses to say "mon petit chaton."]
[Verso nods. He understands.] He gets under your skin. Despite his best interests. [Verso snorts.] To spite his best interests. He broke into my room, you know. When I was [he mimes slicing his throat.]
[ This sounds like a confession on Verso’s part, and while he’d been quite convinced such was the case, he recalls his lover swearing that there was nothing there. Vanitas must be blind to it in all his self loathing, he thinks. Still, his brow only subtly ticks upward while listening.
Their experiences certainly have been different. Rather than saving Vincent, his lover has attempted to cause him trouble around every bend, from heartache to physical harm.
Such might have earned a sigh from him, but Vero’s gesture would lead him to silence, instead. Mismatched eyes search between those of other’s man, deeply interested in knowing why. After all, he’d lived his life in pursuit of death, himself. ]
… I could see that. Despite what he’ll have anyone believe, Vanitas has considerable goodness in his heart. [ Idly, his finger taps the rim of his glass. ] In that way, he’ll always be more than I deserve… but he does make me believe that I have potential. In return, I only hope that I can make him recognize his own worth, and how very precious he is.
[ A light clearing of the throat, which he will aid with a touch of his drink. ]
It sounds as though he’s become quite the good friend to you, though, mm?
Didn't want him to. Found out I might be able to die on my second day here. [The corner of his mouth pulls up, smiling despite the topic.] Gave it a shot. [He tips wine down his throat. Swallows.] Didn't take.
I came back a week later and found him in my bed. All we did was sleep. [Then, at least.]
[ To the last, Vincent raises a hand with a faint shake of the head, smiling. A gesture that Verso needn’t worry, he’s learned his lesson. ]
Ah, so that was a novel idea to you, then? Death. [ Thoughtfully, his glass remains at his lips, but he has yet to drink. Rather, a small smirk flirts at his lips. ] Seems the three of us have similar interests.
He nods.] Not something I could manage in my world. Someone always put me back together. More or less. Whole story is... complicated. [The empty glass in his hand disappears.] Family. [More or less.]
[ A brow quirks, as Vincent sips away at his drink, at last. ]
Family certainly can have that effect, yes. [ Setting aside his glass, he props a cheek atop his palm to regard the other. ] I was regarded as an ill omen in my world, and my older brother suffered just to keep me alive. Orchestrated fifteen years of my life around inevitability erasing my existence, so he could be spared the burden. [ Vaguely gesturing to himself, he chuckles. ] As you can see, I failed.
My sympathies. [Although...] How young were you, when you started that attempt? [Old as he is, Verso doesn't assume that appearance reflects age, but something tells him that means Vincent was young when this started.]
[ Smile pulling wider, Vincent shakes his head; a gesture that he needn’t feel the need to apologize. After all, it was his own choice to purse that path— though not his own to continue living. Stupid Hatter. ]
How young?
[ Brows raising, he’ll hum. Thats not something he’s specifically been asked before. ]
Around… eight, perhaps? [ Index brushing across his lips thoughtfully, perhaps it’s the alcohol, or simply being asked the right questions, but he doesn’t see much reason not to be honest here. What difference would it make? ] Who’s to say, really. [ And he isn’t simply poor at maths. ]
[Despite his distrust for the man in front of him, Verso's heart twists at the confirmation.] Too young. [Not a disagreement, but an assertion.
That's always what leaves Verso circling back to sympathy for the real man he was supposed to replace. Everything happened too young for him. Even at his death, he was still too young.]
[ A sentiment which leads Vincent’s head to cant curiously. ]
Tragedy is blind to age or circumstance. Someone like me shouldn't have been allowed to subsist, only to drag those around them into the depths of despair. So, it became my responsibility to see through what my mother had been too weak to do. [ A mild shrug, as he smiles. ]
Don't think many mothers have that kind of strength. More often, they'll do anything to keep their children with them, regardless of consequence. [Once again, speaking from personal experience.]
[ Lashes lowering with understanding, he quietly ticks his tongue.
Yes, he guessed as much. To put it kindly, his experience with maternal figures - women, even - has suffered greatly. ]
No. To subject my brother to the same fate… Simply no excuse. [ A gentle sigh, as he raises a finger, in point. ] Though, forcing this life upon you is nothing to be dismissed, either.
All mothers force life on their children. Some children have a hard time with that, with living. My mother was... thorough in cutting off other options. [Verso Dessendre's options. Some days, he understands. A woman grieving for her son, taking the last piece of him and building a replacement, once that can never leave her. Other days, he looks at himself and can only see the monster she created.]
No excuse for you either, mon ami. Ill omen or no.
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The responsibility would ultimately fall on me, wouldn’t it? No, I would sooner end the person who could dare lay a hand on him, I think.
[ Setting Aside what remains of his glass, Vincent shakes his head with a brilliant smile. ]
Especially if that meant myself.
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[The question is something like a peace offering. Verso's new sense for deception tells him Vincent's isn't lying, and that's enough for the moment.]
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Perhaps he’s done the bare minimum to smooth things over, now, but… what the hell, Verso might be a more intriguing individual than he’d previously thought, if he can understand such perspectives. Perhaps it would be of benefit to Vanitas is they were on good terms rather than merely amicable, besides.
So, with a smile, he’ll lean forward to offer his cup for a refill. ]
Why not?
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Just shout if you want more. Still a bit there.
[He almost asks half a dozen questions, but they're all uncharitable, have barbs underneath, and it's too soon to be an asshole. Instead, he settles on:]
You love the brat? ["Brat" said with the same fondness he uses to say "mon petit chaton."]
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Much appreciated.
[ Ah, but he did tell Verso something like that, didn’t he? While he sips, he hums an affirmative little sound into his glass. ]
I do. Desperately, I admit.
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Their experiences certainly have been different. Rather than saving Vincent, his lover has attempted to cause him trouble around every bend, from heartache to physical harm.
Such might have earned a sigh from him, but Vero’s gesture would lead him to silence, instead. Mismatched eyes search between those of other’s man, deeply interested in knowing why. After all, he’d lived his life in pursuit of death, himself. ]
… I could see that. Despite what he’ll have anyone believe, Vanitas has considerable goodness in his heart. [ Idly, his finger taps the rim of his glass. ] In that way, he’ll always be more than I deserve… but he does make me believe that I have potential. In return, I only hope that I can make him recognize his own worth, and how very precious he is.
[ A light clearing of the throat, which he will aid with a touch of his drink. ]
It sounds as though he’s become quite the good friend to you, though, mm?
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Didn't want him to. Found out I might be able to die on my second day here. [The corner of his mouth pulls up, smiling despite the topic.] Gave it a shot. [He tips wine down his throat. Swallows.] Didn't take.
I came back a week later and found him in my bed. All we did was sleep. [Then, at least.]
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Ah, so that was a novel idea to you, then? Death. [ Thoughtfully, his glass remains at his lips, but he has yet to drink. Rather, a small smirk flirts at his lips. ] Seems the three of us have similar interests.
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He nods.] Not something I could manage in my world. Someone always put me back together. More or less. Whole story is... complicated. [The empty glass in his hand disappears.] Family. [More or less.]
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Family certainly can have that effect, yes. [ Setting aside his glass, he props a cheek atop his palm to regard the other. ] I was regarded as an ill omen in my world, and my older brother suffered just to keep me alive. Orchestrated fifteen years of my life around inevitability erasing my existence, so he could be spared the burden. [ Vaguely gesturing to himself, he chuckles. ] As you can see, I failed.
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How young?
[ Brows raising, he’ll hum. Thats not something he’s specifically been asked before. ]
Around… eight, perhaps? [ Index brushing across his lips thoughtfully, perhaps it’s the alcohol, or simply being asked the right questions, but he doesn’t see much reason not to be honest here. What difference would it make? ] Who’s to say, really. [ And he isn’t simply poor at maths. ]
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That's always what leaves Verso circling back to sympathy for the real man he was supposed to replace. Everything happened too young for him. Even at his death, he was still too young.]
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Tragedy is blind to age or circumstance. Someone like me shouldn't have been allowed to subsist, only to drag those around them into the depths of despair. So, it became my responsibility to see through what my mother had been too weak to do. [ A mild shrug, as he smiles. ]
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[ Wings encircle his shoulders to lean back in his seat more comfortably, hands joining over his lap. ]
Is that who brought you back, your mother?
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Yours might have had her reasons, but no reason could balance that out.
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Yes, he guessed as much. To put it kindly, his experience with maternal figures - women, even - has suffered greatly. ]
No. To subject my brother to the same fate… Simply no excuse. [ A gentle sigh, as he raises a finger, in point. ] Though, forcing this life upon you is nothing to be dismissed, either.
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No excuse for you either, mon ami. Ill omen or no.