VESPER
Vesper answers the warning with nothing more than an idle flick of his tail, the tip curling and uncurling in lazy dismissal as he watches from the pillow. His gaze follows the careful ritual that follows—the brace removed piece by piece, the quiet hiss that slips free despite Niki’s control—and something in him stills, attention sharpening even as his body remains relaxed.
The sight of skin laid bare is not what he expects, of course. Scars map the necromancer’s frame in stark contrast to pale flesh, some faint and old, others more deliberate, more telling, and the silver lines that cut downward from collarbone to stomach draw his eyes whether he wishes them to or not. The instinct to catalogue, to question, to know, flares bright and sharp, and for a fleeting moment he almost aches for hands and his magical means of prying at truths that have clearly been earned the hard way. Instead, he files it all away; this body has simpler priorities, and comfort wins out.
When Niki’s head finally nudges close enough to force the issue, Vesper lets out a deeply offended yowl, a slurred, dramatic sound that suggests a grave betrayal has just occurred. He springs from the bed in a flash of black fur, darting away with all the wounded dignity of a creature wronged, disappearing from the room as though the necromancer has personally ruined his entire existence.
Later, though, long after the lights are out and the world has gone quiet, should Niki stir in the dark, he will find that the cat has returned after all, curled tightly against his bad side, a compact knot of warmth pressed close, breathing slow and even as if he had never left at all.
~FIN
The sight of skin laid bare is not what he expects, of course. Scars map the necromancer’s frame in stark contrast to pale flesh, some faint and old, others more deliberate, more telling, and the silver lines that cut downward from collarbone to stomach draw his eyes whether he wishes them to or not. The instinct to catalogue, to question, to know, flares bright and sharp, and for a fleeting moment he almost aches for hands and his magical means of prying at truths that have clearly been earned the hard way. Instead, he files it all away; this body has simpler priorities, and comfort wins out.
When Niki’s head finally nudges close enough to force the issue, Vesper lets out a deeply offended yowl, a slurred, dramatic sound that suggests a grave betrayal has just occurred. He springs from the bed in a flash of black fur, darting away with all the wounded dignity of a creature wronged, disappearing from the room as though the necromancer has personally ruined his entire existence.
Later, though, long after the lights are out and the world has gone quiet, should Niki stir in the dark, he will find that the cat has returned after all, curled tightly against his bad side, a compact knot of warmth pressed close, breathing slow and even as if he had never left at all.
~FIN
rot gut whiskey's gonna ease your mind
but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?
but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
