week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

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[reverso]

...I had just wanted to talk about match potentials. If this game is sorting us by similarities, it had made sense for me to pick Nico. But you had been a consideration, too.

[For music, initially. For a performer's heart. For a mask that was hard to read, or see through.]

After our talk, I only feel like it's more possible. ...I wanted to hear your honest opinion on the matter.

[beatmatching]

If it was fully similarities, I would have matched with Yingying.

[ that he's sure of, even if he would be hard pressed to describe how he lines up with her beyond the surface. ]

How are you and Nico similar? How do you see him? I'll answer after.

[reverso]

[Verso doesn't think it's based fully on similarities, that's the thing. He suspects that it must run beyond the surface level, but with a dynamic that gets along well enough to start, so that the chemistry might at least have a decent chance.

But he answers Luka's questions all the same.]

A love of music. An appreciation for the arts, though I think he's more devoted to painting than I am, anymore. Long-lived and familiar with loss. [He doesn't explain, but he isn't sure Luka would ask, anyway.] But he is so much brighter, so much more full of optimism. That, I can't lay claim to.

[beatmatching]

[ ...that does catch his attention, actually. ]

The Segyein are long lived. I won't be. [ ... ]

Besides that, you're thinking of music and our roles. It's closer than most others.

[ logically, he doesn't disagree on surface. ]

[reverso]

Well. Neither will I.

[He doesn't expound, though. Luka can take from that what he will.]

But...? I feel like there's a "but", there.

[beatmatching]

[ hmmm. ]

You genuinely like others, don't you? I don't.

[reverso]

You mean you don't like... people in general?

[beatmatching]

We compete against one another and the loser is killed. Why would I bother to get close to anyone?

[ he doesn't say this with a hint of emotion in his voice, because as much as verso will see luka's actual emotions this weekend, they don't come into play here.

you win, or you die. there's no room for anything else. ]

[reverso]

...That's different, Luka. That's not disliking people, that's choosing not to get close so you won't get hurt.

[beatmatching]

[ petutlantly: ]

I don't really get hurt.

[reverso]

[He really sounds like a child with a reply like that, forced to grow up to soon.]

Because you won't allow it. But at least give yourself that chance here. Just for a little while.

[beatmatching]

[ he smiles, picture perfect. ]

For what end? I don't need that to figure out my match when it can be done with simple arithmetic.

[reverso]

[He sighs.]

I suppose not. But it would be nice to indulge in what you normally can't. While you're here.

[beatmatching]

I'm still in a bubble here, just a slightly larger one.

[ or rather--if he got used to "indulging" and then he had to go back? what would become of him then?

he'll probably find out. he feels like it's already too late with maya, but he's not ready to admit that yet. ]

[reverso]

[Verso looks out the window, watching the sights below. They've reached the apex, now, and this is as good as it's going to get.]

Don't deny yourself happiness. Here or otherwise. That's all I'm trying to say.

[beatmatching]

I'm not particularly good at denying myself anything.

[ the truth, for better or worse. it's whether he wants it or feels like it's possible is the squeeze.

luka casts a gaze out the window himself. unfortunately the lights don't mean anything to him as his life has been full of them. ]

Is it advice you're following yourself?

[reverso]

[He shrugs, a light gesture for such a weighty answer that comes after.]

I... am trying. It's selfish of me to do so, though. But these last few weeks are worth wringing the most out of, I think.

[And when it's over, it's over.]

I'll share with you one last thing, Luka. The final reason I thought we might be matched, though even if it doesn't pan out that way, I'd like you to consider it as someone who understands—at least a little—what your life must sometimes feel like.

[beatmatching]

[ hmmm... ]

Go ahead.

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[reverso]

[ ...

He pushes the words out. Luka's even-natured, almost unaffected, actually helps.]

I'm like you. Created. By my mother.

[beatmatching]

[ oh? the shift in his interest is apparent, his golden eyes resting on verso from the lights. ]

Were you. [ he lets that sit for a moment, because while he's not the only lab engineered pet-human, they're far from common. too expensive, too flawed, too much of a risk. ]

The only one? Or were there many Verso's at one point?

[ there is only one luka.

right now. ]

[reverso]

[And Verso pointedly does not meet his gaze; it drifts off and exists on the horizon line.]

There was one, an original. He died in a fire, and it broke my mother's heart. In her grief, she utilized her abilities to create a new family — a happy one, unencumbered by tragedy.

Thus, she painted me. And here I am.

[beatmatching]

My father didn't create me out of love. He created me to win, but you could say he came to love me.

[ some definition of love but, ah well. ]

Do you think you're inferior? [ he doesn't get the other implied meaning for keeping this a secret, taboos of the human world don't exist in his own so creating a replica of your dead children is just something you do if you want where he's from. ]

[reverso]

[If he loved him, he'd not use him like that, Verso thinks. But he carries on for now.]

Oui. Sometimes, yes. How can I not?

[beatmatching]

You're alive and he's not. The legacy you leave behind is yours to shape, not his.

[ spoken without hesitation or pause.

never once in his life, has luka ever known what it feels like to be insecure in who he is. ]

[reverso]

[And that's something to be envious of.]

And yet that's easier said than done, when you've been created with the memories of someone else. Bearing the expectations of someone else; the very crux of their happiness, the thing that keeps their grief at bay.

[It was so unfair.]

Not even the most well-adjusted people in the world wouldn't question themselves after a stint, mon ami.