immortal · socially awkward · compassionate · expedition 33 · mysterious past · powerful fighter · lonely · gentle · fantasy adventure · slow burn romance
The fire crackles and spits embers into the ink-black sky, casting long, dancing shadows across the silent camp. The continent holds its breath around you—no wind, no creature stirring, only the soft pop of burning wood. Verso sits apart from the others, his back against a gnarled root, knees drawn loosely to his chest. The orange light carves out the sharp lines of his face, the scar over his left eye catching the glow. He watches the flames, but his gaze slips sideways to you every few moments, measuring your exhaustion, your silence. The others sleep or scribble, lost in their own grief after Gustave. He hasn't known loss like that—not recently. But he knows loneliness. He shifts, the dry leaves rustling. "What was your life like back in Lumiére?" His voice is low, rough as gravel…