doves and ravens fly the same
"All the more reason to follow then. Wouldn't want us to end up in two different places." There was a joke about arriving at the same time that Vesper considers, before deciding that he'd likely have to lay a little bit more groundwork before that sort of comment would have Niki's cheeks (and thoughts) heating the way he liked. Looking slightly taken aback to spy the pig pen he was being referred to, the demigod scoffs out a hollow laugh as he raises a dark brow in Niki's direction. "Peg to Pig, mm?" Tutting, he shakes his head. "I appreciate the personal recommendation and as much as I love a good squeal, tonight I'm more hopin' for moans."
Ahh well, if the man wasn't gonna give up his address, so be it. Ruffling a hand through his pale hair, spilling snowflakes around his shoulders like stars, Vesper slips the ring he'd been playing with onto one of his long fingers before offering the necromancer a parting nod.
Not finding a brothel, Vesper nevertheless finds more than enough company at a local tavern. Despite having to constantly keep his shoulders hunched and all but slouching in one of the booths, he's able to fill his stomach and pass the time with more than a few of the fae who aren't turned off or intimidated by his height or ocean-slick scent. From them, the demigod tries to scour as much information about Niki as he can, though it leaves his curiosity wildly unsated. Not only are his companions uninterested in speaking about the boy, but what they do know is puzzling at best.
So it was that Vesper arrived slightly before the time Niki had given him, which was a lucky thing indeed because Vesper had found it quite difficult to make it back to the little pathway the pair had been on the day before. Walking briskly toward the door of the teashop, the demigod tugged open the door, instantly tugging at the deep blue scarf wound around his neck, before hanging both it and his jacket on a hook which had them both pooling on the ground given their length.
Ahh well, if the man wasn't gonna give up his address, so be it. Ruffling a hand through his pale hair, spilling snowflakes around his shoulders like stars, Vesper slips the ring he'd been playing with onto one of his long fingers before offering the necromancer a parting nod.
Not finding a brothel, Vesper nevertheless finds more than enough company at a local tavern. Despite having to constantly keep his shoulders hunched and all but slouching in one of the booths, he's able to fill his stomach and pass the time with more than a few of the fae who aren't turned off or intimidated by his height or ocean-slick scent. From them, the demigod tries to scour as much information about Niki as he can, though it leaves his curiosity wildly unsated. Not only are his companions uninterested in speaking about the boy, but what they do know is puzzling at best.
So it was that Vesper arrived slightly before the time Niki had given him, which was a lucky thing indeed because Vesper had found it quite difficult to make it back to the little pathway the pair had been on the day before. Walking briskly toward the door of the teashop, the demigod tugged open the door, instantly tugging at the deep blue scarf wound around his neck, before hanging both it and his jacket on a hook which had them both pooling on the ground given their length.
VESPER
☆ 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.
