vesper
Vesper listens to Nova's tale with an affectionate chuckle as she recounts the absurdity of the game in the Hollowed Grounds—how rubber ducks were hidden in odd places, and how she nearly clinched victory with a final desperate dash. Her voice carries the bright lilt of mischief as she details the quirky spots where the ducks hid, and for a moment, his cool blue eyes soften with amusement.
But then, as her tone darkens with the memory of that moment—when the person leading the game nearly ended her fun for good—Vesper's smile falters. His telepathy, ever vigilant, picks up the raw surge of fear and betrayal that ripples beneath her words, overwriting the sweet taste of hot chocolate she'd bathed him in only moments before. Instantly, his entire posture shifts; the relaxed tilt of his head straightens, and the calm detachment in his gaze gives way to a hard, protective glint. His hand, which had been casually tapping against the railing, now tightens almost imperceptibly.
He leans forward slightly, his voice low and measured, but with an edge that brooks no nonsense. "Who was it?" he asks, echoing Caly's question. "No one does that to you," he adds quietly, each word weighted with protective fury.
In that moment, Vesper’s eyes, normally as cool and indifferent as a Deepfrost sky, burn with a silent promise. He doesn’t press for more details yet, but his mind churns with images of betrayal and the need for retribution. The sound of distant laughter and the soft murmur of the porch fade as his focus narrows on Nova, his silent vow hanging heavy in the cool night air.
But then, as her tone darkens with the memory of that moment—when the person leading the game nearly ended her fun for good—Vesper's smile falters. His telepathy, ever vigilant, picks up the raw surge of fear and betrayal that ripples beneath her words, overwriting the sweet taste of hot chocolate she'd bathed him in only moments before. Instantly, his entire posture shifts; the relaxed tilt of his head straightens, and the calm detachment in his gaze gives way to a hard, protective glint. His hand, which had been casually tapping against the railing, now tightens almost imperceptibly.
He leans forward slightly, his voice low and measured, but with an edge that brooks no nonsense. "Who was it?" he asks, echoing Caly's question. "No one does that to you," he adds quietly, each word weighted with protective fury.
In that moment, Vesper’s eyes, normally as cool and indifferent as a Deepfrost sky, burn with a silent promise. He doesn’t press for more details yet, but his mind churns with images of betrayal and the need for retribution. The sound of distant laughter and the soft murmur of the porch fade as his focus narrows on Nova, his silent vow hanging heavy in the cool night air.
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.
