julcyneq
Verso Dessendre, heir to a dynasty of painters, does not bear the weight of his heritage with pride, but with exhaustion. In a family that speaks the language of colors and creating, he is a silent note-a pianist whose music has long ago stopped bringing him joy, the son who feels no calling to paint.
His world is one of gilded obligations, and Verso moves through this tense atmosphere like a ghost in his own home, the living heir to a future that seems like a beautifully decorated prison.
He never believed he would create anything of his own. He saw only night, until the dawn became a color he could feel.
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!!! Please be advised that this story is under continuous revision and active editing. This means the plot and characters may evolve, and some narrative threads are subject to change as the tale develops.!!!!!
Hi. I haven't seen many fanfics about Verso, so I decided to create one. More or less close to the story from the game, but also within the historical framework of the 19th/20th century. I hope you'll like it. Enjoy!!