[In public, even if they are glanced at by others, it doesn't matter. It is one of those moments that writers try to ply with words, that painters chase in hopes of capturing it. The sort that stills time itself to a stop, where nothing else matters than the person he's sharing it with.
Their lips may part, but Verso remains in the demigod's embrace, cradled in his warmth. He holds him close, too, breathing out a contented exhale. The future looms brightly, a contorted path that they both must follow, uncertainty sure to dog their steps... But right now, he cannot feel anything more than affection and gratitude towards Messmer.
He makes sure to say it, too, though not nearly as elegantly as he'd like.]
Thank you... for everything. For all of it.
[For hope, for a future, for companionship, for a new purpose, for opening up to him, for looking at his own sins and not turning him away for it. For making him feel this way.]
why couldnt i have gotten this in the game instead
Their lips may part, but Verso remains in the demigod's embrace, cradled in his warmth. He holds him close, too, breathing out a contented exhale. The future looms brightly, a contorted path that they both must follow, uncertainty sure to dog their steps... But right now, he cannot feel anything more than affection and gratitude towards Messmer.
He makes sure to say it, too, though not nearly as elegantly as he'd like.]
Thank you... for everything. For all of it.
[For hope, for a future, for companionship, for a new purpose, for opening up to him, for looking at his own sins and not turning him away for it. For making him feel this way.]