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“Could you play for me?” she asks one evening, catching him alone in one of the rooftop gardens. “Please. Like in the camp, remember? Just this one time.”
He wants to say no, but — this feels different. He looks at her, pale in the dim light of the lanterns, and sees it immediately — the outline of the paint covering her face almost completely.
“You’re dying.”
She doesn’t deny it.
Or: Maelle and Verso have a chat decades after defeating the Paintress.
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Monoco sighs. There are no marks on his body, of course, but he can see — the bloodstains on the ropes, the long-burned campfire with an iron rod lying in it. The gag, not compatible with a real interrogation. Most importantly — Verso’s evasiveness; barely hidden fear in the pale eyes that refuse to look up.
“Questions”. Sure.
He finishes with most of the ropes, feeling relief that it’s almost over — and stops, trying to comprehend what he is looking at.
Or: Monoco finds Verso after a rough encounter with an expedition. Freeing him turns out to be more complicated than any of them was ready for.
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- Part 4 of His human
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“I need you to calm down,” says his father’s voice, steady and deep and soothing. “Listen to me, son. I need you to calm down and let your chroma do the work. Do you hear me? Don’t fight it. Let it heal you.” A pause. “Let her heal you.”
The words reach him as if through a thick layer of water. Verso tries to follow the instructions — to calm down, how is he supposed to calm down when there is a hole in his chest?! — and fails at that, the only result another wheezing sound — a wordless plea for all of this to stop.
He’d begged his father if he could — if he had the voice. He’d begged him to make it stop.
Or: 5 times Renoir told Verso to let his wounds heal and the 1 time Verso didn't listen.
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It happens too fast.
A moment ago everything was well, and the expedition — brave, good people, believing in their duty and their oath — was moving through the half-frozen caves, lighting the way with their chroma lamps. Monoco and Noco followed, arguing about who is the best Searcher between them two, and Verso — being in surprisingly good mood, Verso was walking beside them, teasing them both and purposefully adding fuel to the fire. Noco, the wise old man that he was, only laughed at his little jabs; Monoco, to their utter delight, was getting more and more agitated.
Everything was well.
He should have known that “well” never lasts.
Or: Old Noco does something reckless. Neither Monoco nor Verso take it too well.
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- Part 6 of His human
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“You’re fluffier than Monoco, aren’t you? Don’t tell him I said that though. He will be jealous.”
The puppy licks his wrist. Verso chuckles.
“Let me see if I have anything for you, yeah?” he reaches into his bag. “Where’s your collar, buddy? You don’t belong here too, do you? I wish I could take you with me.”
He wishes the animals could survive on the Continent. He misses having a dog — he doesn’t even care if this is something painted into him or not. If that Verso liked dogs too — well, the man clearly had good taste.
Or: Verso meets a dog during his visits to Lumière and only years later gets to learn who was its owner. There might be some treats involved.
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A collection of stand-alone Verso&Monoco oneshots. Can be read romantically or platonically (they love each other, however you choose to interpret it). Mostly hurt/comfort and Verso suffering.
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