Am I detecting a….trans verso art????? In this economy???? Thank you 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Thinking of this review again...

Then his across his cheeks as he starts crying. He doesn’t understand, they don’t have to pretend anymore, they can let out their frustrations on him. He gave them a perfect opportunity!

“Why?” He croaks out, trying to control himself.

Three words undo it all.

“We love you.”

Verso’s bracing himself, waiting for the first blow. He’s not expecting Sciel to press herself against him, tilt his head up and kiss him. He’s not expecting Gustave to undo his shackles, tenderly rubbing his wrists. He’s not expecting Lune to brush her fingers through his hair-

When Maelle is asleep, he gathers them and leads them where he knows Maelle won’t be woken up if he screams. They look confused when he ties himself to a tree, telling them to get on with it. Realization dawns on Lune’s face, and she shares a look with Sciel and Gustave.

He can’t wrap his head around it. Maybe they’re being polite because Maelle was there. Maybe they’re biding their time, waiting for a moment alone. The anticipation of it is too much for him to handle so he takes matters into his own hands.

This is BEAUTIFUL!!!! The lighting and the poses of them clinging to each other are just *chefs kiss* amazing work as always! ☺️

Thinks he deserves. Love and care only for them to snarl at him, run him through with their swords, scorn him for his lies and his actions. He’d let them. They would be in the right. But when the truth is revealed he’s met with anger, yes, but also unwavering understanding.

Verso gives them all of him, even though he’s been so apprehensive. He wants so badly to believe they love him, that they would never hurt him. But experience tells him otherwise. Still, he gives them everything… all the while waiting for it to be ripped from him. It’s all he-

Time and time again, they all take their turns showering him in affections, love, hell little trinkets and gifts they find. Lune loves him through their little talks, Sciel loves him through her teasing and compassion, Gustave loves him through gentle words and soft touches.

His past and present mistakes. How could they love a fake? A copy? How could it be genuine when they just lost so many? He’s just a pawn, he’s the reason their misery is happening, he just wants to die, how could they love someTHING like him?-