vesper
Vesper waited on the porch, leaning against the weathered railing as dusk painted the sky in shades of purple and gold. Even in Deepfrost, Torchline was slow to surrender to any kind of cold, but tonight there was a crispness to the breeze that pricked at his skin. He shuffled his deck of cards with practiced ease—card edges whispering across one another—eyes skimming the distant shoreline as he waited for Nova and Caly.
A small wooden box rested on the nearby table, corners reinforced with dull brass. Inside were the hair pins he’d commissioned: one gilded with gold, topped by a shining disc of sunlight; the other a slip of silver crowned with a delicate crescent moon. Vesper had tested their hidden blades earlier, unsheathing one with a gentle tug, and couldn’t help a quiet murmur of appreciation. “Beautiful and dangerous,” he’d remarked, allowing himself a quick, rare smile.
Now, though, his features settled back into that cool, distant composure. The fading light made his platinum hair glimmer like a half-forgotten constellation, and the rings on his fingers flashed whenever he fanned or flicked the cards. With every shuffle, he cast a glance down the winding path that would bring his sisters home. He told himself it was just another evening, just another gift—but the way his pulse quickened at the thought of their reactions said otherwise.
A small wooden box rested on the nearby table, corners reinforced with dull brass. Inside were the hair pins he’d commissioned: one gilded with gold, topped by a shining disc of sunlight; the other a slip of silver crowned with a delicate crescent moon. Vesper had tested their hidden blades earlier, unsheathing one with a gentle tug, and couldn’t help a quiet murmur of appreciation. “Beautiful and dangerous,” he’d remarked, allowing himself a quick, rare smile.
Now, though, his features settled back into that cool, distant composure. The fading light made his platinum hair glimmer like a half-forgotten constellation, and the rings on his fingers flashed whenever he fanned or flicked the cards. With every shuffle, he cast a glance down the winding path that would bring his sisters home. He told himself it was just another evening, just another gift—but the way his pulse quickened at the thought of their reactions said otherwise.
Tell the preacher not to pray, there's no angels where I'll go
Only pieces that are broken scattered dreams across the floor
Only pieces that are broken scattered dreams across the floor
☆ 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.
