I need you like god needs the devil, honey
Vesper’s steady gaze hardens the moment he catches Nova ’s whispered accusation. His eyes, cool and measured moments before, now flash with barely contained fury as he processes her words—she's the mean one—and the weight of what that implies. He turns sharply toward Nova, his voice low and edged with protective anger.
"Mean one? You mean the one who tried to kill you?" he demands, though her thoughts more than answers for her, his tone carrying a dangerous calm that belies the storm building beneath his skin. His mind races, and without a word, he scans the bustling crowd for any sign of Melita. He knows all too well that the red-haired demigod is a member of the Ark’s crew, and any confrontation with her could erupt into chaos if not handled properly.
Glancing quickly around, Vesper’s eyes narrow as he spots a familiar figure— Jack —tangled up in his girlfriend's affections. A silent signal passes between them as Vesper reaches deep into his telepathy, his thoughts stretching like a hand knocking on a door. He brushes against the static, starbright mental shields that Jack maintains. The gesture is intimate, a rare dropping of his own defences, and it pulses with the cool promise of retribution.
Vesper’s voice drops further, even as he keeps his tone cool. "Maybe I'll go and have a chat with her," he murmurs.
"Mean one? You mean the one who tried to kill you?" he demands, though her thoughts more than answers for her, his tone carrying a dangerous calm that belies the storm building beneath his skin. His mind races, and without a word, he scans the bustling crowd for any sign of Melita. He knows all too well that the red-haired demigod is a member of the Ark’s crew, and any confrontation with her could erupt into chaos if not handled properly.
Glancing quickly around, Vesper’s eyes narrow as he spots a familiar figure— Jack —tangled up in his girlfriend's affections. A silent signal passes between them as Vesper reaches deep into his telepathy, his thoughts stretching like a hand knocking on a door. He brushes against the static, starbright mental shields that Jack maintains. The gesture is intimate, a rare dropping of his own defences, and it pulses with the cool promise of retribution.
Vesper’s voice drops further, even as he keeps his tone cool. "Maybe I'll go and have a chat with her," he murmurs.
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.
