I need you like god needs the devil, honey
Vesper allowed a small, knowing smirk to play on his lips as Rhiannon's question hung in the cool air. He offered a measured nod at her remark, acknowledging the neat trick of his shadowed display without a word of boast. The coconut beside the bonfire continued its gentle sizzle, its embers dancing over its cracked surface in a quiet, persistent ritual.
Without breaking his composed demeanour, Vesper extended his hand; subtle tendrils of shadow slipped from his fingers, lifting the coconut with practiced ease so that not a hint of burn marred his skin. For a brief moment, his cool, ice-blue gaze softened as it flickered over Rhiannon's form—an almost imperceptible ghosting that passed as quickly as it came—before returning to the task at hand.
"Since there ain't any utensils around," he drawled in his low, measured tone, "you're gonna have to use your fingers for this one." With a deft movement, he pulled a flake of the now-cooked coconut free, holding it up to catch a glimmer of the firelight. Then, without a pause, he popped it into his mouth. The rich, nutty flavor was a small, satisfying pleasure amid the relentless chill and the rhythmic crash of distant waves.
Vesper's expression remained as composed as ever, his features set in a mask of cool detachment that rarely betrayed his inner musings. Finally, he regarded Rhiannon once more, his gaze steady beneath his tousled platinum hair. "So, besides the obviously better weather and views," he said, and winked. "How are you findin' Torchline so far?"
Without breaking his composed demeanour, Vesper extended his hand; subtle tendrils of shadow slipped from his fingers, lifting the coconut with practiced ease so that not a hint of burn marred his skin. For a brief moment, his cool, ice-blue gaze softened as it flickered over Rhiannon's form—an almost imperceptible ghosting that passed as quickly as it came—before returning to the task at hand.
"Since there ain't any utensils around," he drawled in his low, measured tone, "you're gonna have to use your fingers for this one." With a deft movement, he pulled a flake of the now-cooked coconut free, holding it up to catch a glimmer of the firelight. Then, without a pause, he popped it into his mouth. The rich, nutty flavor was a small, satisfying pleasure amid the relentless chill and the rhythmic crash of distant waves.
Vesper's expression remained as composed as ever, his features set in a mask of cool detachment that rarely betrayed his inner musings. Finally, he regarded Rhiannon once more, his gaze steady beneath his tousled platinum hair. "So, besides the obviously better weather and views," he said, and winked. "How are you findin' Torchline so far?"
someday soon this dust's gonna settle
☆ 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.
