// I got this feeling, yeah, you know where I'm losing all control //
Vesper watched as Mateo slid onto a barstool, his easy grace and animated gestures oddly captivating. His smirk remained faint but present, curling just enough to reveal his interest without over-committing. "The Silk Houses, huh?" he echoed, rolling the name around his tongue like a fine vintage. "You’ll have to give me a tour sometime." The implication in his tone was subtle but deliberate, like a hook dropped just deep enough to test the waters.
He didn’t immediately take the offered barstool, letting Mateo settle first before sinking down with deliberate slowness. That this was Flora's brother had the demigod's brows raising slightly. A better man (and son) might have cried the botanist's pardon and wished him a good evening right there, but of course, Vesper was neither of those things. "Guess that means we ain't got to feel guilty about drinkin' their finest while payin' for their cheapest then, huh?" Vesper's drawl was intentionally course, with his dropping of syllables and consonants meant to disguise anything his expressions might inadvertently reveal about his telepathic abilities.
The bottle arrived as if summoned by his words, and Vesper accepted it with a nod, pouring them both a glass before sliding one toward Mateo. "Here’s to vacations," he said, raising his drink in an unhurried toast. His gaze lingered on the other man’s for a moment longer than necessary before he took a sip, the warmth of the liquor a distant echo to the buzz already humming through his veins. "And to sisters who’ve mastered the art of convincing us to say yes."
He didn’t immediately take the offered barstool, letting Mateo settle first before sinking down with deliberate slowness. That this was Flora's brother had the demigod's brows raising slightly. A better man (and son) might have cried the botanist's pardon and wished him a good evening right there, but of course, Vesper was neither of those things. "Guess that means we ain't got to feel guilty about drinkin' their finest while payin' for their cheapest then, huh?" Vesper's drawl was intentionally course, with his dropping of syllables and consonants meant to disguise anything his expressions might inadvertently reveal about his telepathic abilities.
The bottle arrived as if summoned by his words, and Vesper accepted it with a nod, pouring them both a glass before sliding one toward Mateo. "Here’s to vacations," he said, raising his drink in an unhurried toast. His gaze lingered on the other man’s for a moment longer than necessary before he took a sip, the warmth of the liquor a distant echo to the buzz already humming through his veins. "And to sisters who’ve mastered the art of convincing us to say yes."
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.
