// I got this feeling, yeah, you know where I'm losing all control //
Vesper leans in, and his senses flood with the faint smell of herbs and flowers lingering on Mateo; botanicals that seem woven into the very fabric of the man. Beneath that, there’s a sharper, more illicit note—some drug whose aftershocks still cling to his clothes and swirl through his thoughts in a way that has the demigod's tongue going a touch dry. Vesper can feel it mirrored in the botanist’s mind, a heady pulse of colour and sensation brushing against his telepathic reach. "Mind if I share a secret?" He asks in a low murmur, voice dropping into a conspiratorial hush as he leans in closer. "I think it might just be my daddy that's got your sister's heart all tangled up in his fingers." Daddy is said somewhat like a slur, though Vesper's blue eyes remain clear and bright.
Depending on just what part of him the botanist was most paying attention to, Mateo might notice that the demigod's freckles had a tendency to wander over his golden skin, forming constellations that moved across the sky of his body.
With a smug tilt of his chin, Vesper pours them both another glass, watching the liquor swirl beneath the bar’s dim light. [says]"You’re welcome," he purrs, raising his drink in a playful toast. "Glad it could be me who opened your eyes to what Torchline has to offer." His gaze lingers on the botanist’s for a beat longer than necessary, mischief dancing behind his ice-blue eyes. "Begs the question though," he continues, resting an elbow on the bar as if to draw Mateo closer, "—what is it about Stormbreak that keeps you up there so long? I know it ain't the weather."
Depending on just what part of him the botanist was most paying attention to, Mateo might notice that the demigod's freckles had a tendency to wander over his golden skin, forming constellations that moved across the sky of his body.
With a smug tilt of his chin, Vesper pours them both another glass, watching the liquor swirl beneath the bar’s dim light. [says]"You’re welcome," he purrs, raising his drink in a playful toast. "Glad it could be me who opened your eyes to what Torchline has to offer." His gaze lingers on the botanist’s for a beat longer than necessary, mischief dancing behind his ice-blue eyes. "Begs the question though," he continues, resting an elbow on the bar as if to draw Mateo closer, "—what is it about Stormbreak that keeps you up there so long? I know it ain't the weather."
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.
