Vesper raises his eyebrows slightly at the unspoken warning laced through Thalassa’s thoughts. If he was planning on mocking her lisp, he certainly isn't now; the demigod has no desire to be electrocuted or burned to a crisp tonight, thank you very much.
Instead, he just tilts his head, watching her for a beat before lowering himself onto the step below hers. The cold seeps through the stone, but he doesn’t seem to mind, stretching his long legs out in front of him. The storm flickers across his sharp features, turning his pale skin to molten silver in the brief flashes of lightning. Shadows coil in the hollows of his face, a trick of the storm that has his ever-moving freckle constellations seeming to jump from place to place. "Good idea," he drawls, flicking his gaze toward the sky as another fork of lightning carves through the storm-heavy clouds. 'I’d rather not test just how good my luck is."
When she offers the whiskey, he nods in quiet thanks, taking the bottle from her grasp. The glass is warm from the heat still licking at her fingers, and he rolls it absently between his palms before knocking back a sip. The burn slides down smooth, warming him in a way the storm never could. He lets it settle before turning the bottle idly in his hands, casting her a sidelong glance.
"Last time I saw you, you were helpin’ cut down that oversized viper," he muses, just in case she'd forgotten or couldn't quite place him. "Figure out what you’re doin’ with the scales yet?"
Instead, he just tilts his head, watching her for a beat before lowering himself onto the step below hers. The cold seeps through the stone, but he doesn’t seem to mind, stretching his long legs out in front of him. The storm flickers across his sharp features, turning his pale skin to molten silver in the brief flashes of lightning. Shadows coil in the hollows of his face, a trick of the storm that has his ever-moving freckle constellations seeming to jump from place to place. "Good idea," he drawls, flicking his gaze toward the sky as another fork of lightning carves through the storm-heavy clouds. 'I’d rather not test just how good my luck is."
When she offers the whiskey, he nods in quiet thanks, taking the bottle from her grasp. The glass is warm from the heat still licking at her fingers, and he rolls it absently between his palms before knocking back a sip. The burn slides down smooth, warming him in a way the storm never could. He lets it settle before turning the bottle idly in his hands, casting her a sidelong glance.
"Last time I saw you, you were helpin’ cut down that oversized viper," he muses, just in case she'd forgotten or couldn't quite place him. "Figure out what you’re doin’ with the scales yet?"
I'm pedal to the metal make no mistake, this is my pity party, pity party
& I'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke
& I'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke
☆ 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.
