( gustave lets his sword disappear into wisps of chroma, the amusement he finds in the scrambling assailants running off with their tails between their legs turning into something a little gentler, softer, as he turns towards maelle. she stands there, uncertain, and he finds a smile growing on his face; it parallels when they had found her in the manor.
right now, in the darkness of the blackout, it's not difficult to make out her face, the scattering of lights above the roofs from a different (luckier) district making it clear to him that it is her.
just like then, he broaches the distance between them, wraps his arms tightly around her. )
Of course it is.
( he definitely will feel real enough, unawares of what fate awaits him, of what last she has witnessed of him. )
don't look
right now, in the darkness of the blackout, it's not difficult to make out her face, the scattering of lights above the roofs from a different (luckier) district making it clear to him that it is her.
just like then, he broaches the distance between them, wraps his arms tightly around her. )
Of course it is.
( he definitely will feel real enough, unawares of what fate awaits him, of what last she has witnessed of him. )
I was looking everywhere for you.
( because of course he was. )