vesper
A smile tugged at Vesper's lips as his magic caught the flurry of his sister's thoughts, faint and fleeting, but there all the same. He leaned more comfortably against the railing, shuffling his deck with languid precision as they approached.
Nova’s boundless enthusiasm reached him first, a flurry of motion and sound that he weathered like a steady rock against the tide. He didn’t flinch at her excited greeting, though his eyes softened imperceptibly, taking in her animated gestures and the almost childlike delight that made her impossible to ignore. Caly followed, her energy calmer but no less familiar, the air around her seemed to shimmer with it, like sunlight dancing on water. The hug she gave him was brief but grounding, her warmth an unspoken acknowledgment that even in her quieter way, she’d missed him. He felt the tension he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying ease just slightly.
Though Vesper didn’t respond immediately to his sister's questions, the faint curl of his lips deepened as he reached for the wooden box beside him. "Don’t get ahead of yourselves," he said finally, his voice a low murmur, almost lost in the rustling breeze. He set the box on the edge of the table, sliding it toward them with deliberate ease. Then he stepped back, folding his arms as his gaze lingered on the two of them. Watching their reactions was always better than the gift itself—like observing a pair of bright stars, each casting their own light.
"The Greatwood was alright. If I thought it was worth goin' back in Deepfrost I'd have already bought us tickets, but it's cold up there." Wrinkling his nose slightly, Vesper gives his head a small shake as his long fingers idly tap against the wooden box.
"I did find somethin' I thought you two might like, though..." Rather, he'd had it commissioned; no doubt the girls would pick up on that once they saw what was inside. Vesper reached for the box with a deliberate, measured motion, his fingers brushing the smooth wood as if savouring the anticipation. Lifting it from the table, he turned it in his hands once before flipping the latch with a quiet click. The lid opened smoothly, revealing the two slender hair pins nestled within, their gleaming forms catching the faint light of Deepfrost’s twilight. He tilted the box slightly, letting the golden sun and silver moon atop each pin shimmer like celestial promises. With a faint smirk, he plucked the sunlit pin from its place, holding it between his fingers as though weighing its beauty against the sharp edge hidden within.
Nova’s boundless enthusiasm reached him first, a flurry of motion and sound that he weathered like a steady rock against the tide. He didn’t flinch at her excited greeting, though his eyes softened imperceptibly, taking in her animated gestures and the almost childlike delight that made her impossible to ignore. Caly followed, her energy calmer but no less familiar, the air around her seemed to shimmer with it, like sunlight dancing on water. The hug she gave him was brief but grounding, her warmth an unspoken acknowledgment that even in her quieter way, she’d missed him. He felt the tension he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying ease just slightly.
Though Vesper didn’t respond immediately to his sister's questions, the faint curl of his lips deepened as he reached for the wooden box beside him. "Don’t get ahead of yourselves," he said finally, his voice a low murmur, almost lost in the rustling breeze. He set the box on the edge of the table, sliding it toward them with deliberate ease. Then he stepped back, folding his arms as his gaze lingered on the two of them. Watching their reactions was always better than the gift itself—like observing a pair of bright stars, each casting their own light.
"The Greatwood was alright. If I thought it was worth goin' back in Deepfrost I'd have already bought us tickets, but it's cold up there." Wrinkling his nose slightly, Vesper gives his head a small shake as his long fingers idly tap against the wooden box.
"I did find somethin' I thought you two might like, though..." Rather, he'd had it commissioned; no doubt the girls would pick up on that once they saw what was inside. Vesper reached for the box with a deliberate, measured motion, his fingers brushing the smooth wood as if savouring the anticipation. Lifting it from the table, he turned it in his hands once before flipping the latch with a quiet click. The lid opened smoothly, revealing the two slender hair pins nestled within, their gleaming forms catching the faint light of Deepfrost’s twilight. He tilted the box slightly, letting the golden sun and silver moon atop each pin shimmer like celestial promises. With a faint smirk, he plucked the sunlit pin from its place, holding it between his fingers as though weighing its beauty against the sharp edge hidden within.
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.
