// I got this feeling, yeah, you know where I'm losing all control //
"They don't need to know how it works." Vesper says with a shrug. If he'd learned anything from his time spent hunched over a cloud, watching Torchline from above, it was that telepathy was a rare gift indeed. He could likely get away with saying he only saw vague images or could only sense strong feelings for a good long while before the lie was discovered, and even then there'd probably be some way of getting out of it. He'd learned that from watching Jack.
Smirking at the stroke of lightning, Vesper raises a brow as if to say touche, before the corners of his lips are tilting down ever so slightly. Knowing better than to look, instead he lowers his gaze to the table where his fingers are still tap tap tapping as a mental presence far stronger than the whiskey-muted voices he'd been used to hearing suddenly entered.
The mind of the woman shoving open the front door of the tavern was strangely layered, with shimmery threads of gold up top and a fucking tempest down below. Had he not known better, Vesper would have thought her just some waitress, but of course, he recognized Torchline's queen just as clearly as he recognized the silhouette of Jack inside the maelstrom of her mind. Smirking slightly, the boy removes the toothpick from his mouth in order to drain his drink. "You wanna go?"
Smirking at the stroke of lightning, Vesper raises a brow as if to say touche, before the corners of his lips are tilting down ever so slightly. Knowing better than to look, instead he lowers his gaze to the table where his fingers are still tap tap tapping as a mental presence far stronger than the whiskey-muted voices he'd been used to hearing suddenly entered.
The mind of the woman shoving open the front door of the tavern was strangely layered, with shimmery threads of gold up top and a fucking tempest down below. Had he not known better, Vesper would have thought her just some waitress, but of course, he recognized Torchline's queen just as clearly as he recognized the silhouette of Jack inside the maelstrom of her mind. Smirking slightly, the boy removes the toothpick from his mouth in order to drain his drink. "You wanna go?"
Vesper
//Go ahead and throw your stones, 'cause there's magic in my bones //
☆ 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.
