I need you like god needs the devil, honey
As Jack subtly straightens and peels himself away from Flora, Vesper similarly parts from his sisters. When he reaches the captain, his voice is low and even, though edged with an unmistakable tension. "Melita." The festival’s lights twinkle around him, but all he can see is the image of the demigod as it had come from his sister's mind; her red hair, her cold demeanour, and the needless violence she unleashed on his sister. He brushes a stray lock of platinum hair from his eyes, his mind churning with a steady, controlled fury.
He allows a moment of silence before continuing, "Nova mentioned a week or so ago about how she got jumped—no, attacked—for no damn reason but because she's, well, Nova." His eyes harden as he speaks, his usual detachment strained by protective instinct. He leans in a touch, the light from the festival catching the shifting constellations on his skin. "She could have just left her be. Instead, she chose just to go after a kid." In ability if not merely in age. His gaze searches Jack’s face for understanding, for agreement; anything that might confirm whether or not the captain was inclined to give a shit about the welfare of his kids or if Vesper was just barking up the wrong tree.
The demigod's eyes narrow for a pulse before he reaches deep into his telepathy, opening a silent window into the memory of that chaotic moment. The memory begins with Nova’s carefree laughter amid a storm’s fury, her eyes bright as she dances with the lightning in the Levinsward. Then, without warning, a harsh, cutting voice slices through the chaos followed by Melita's quick judgement and casual cruelty toward a girl just having fun. It's then that things take a turn, and, unable to lie while his mind is held bare to his father, Vesper willingly admits that it was Nova who threw the first punch. Err, claw, given that she'd been a tide jaguar at the time, but that didn't soften the fact that as a demigod herself Melita was capable of wiping Nova clean off the face of Caido with just one poorly aimed arrow.
All because Nova wasn't inclined to listen to the Honeybee.
The scene continues in Vesper's mind: Nova’s desperate yowls, the clash of claws and fangs, and Melita’s savage counterstrikes that nearly leave nothing but shock and blood in their wake. The memory is unfiltered—a storm of anger, fear, and betrayal etched into every moment. Vesper’s telepathy does not soften these details; instead, it captures every biting word and violent gesture as if it were happening again.
He allows a moment of silence before continuing, "Nova mentioned a week or so ago about how she got jumped—no, attacked—for no damn reason but because she's, well, Nova." His eyes harden as he speaks, his usual detachment strained by protective instinct. He leans in a touch, the light from the festival catching the shifting constellations on his skin. "She could have just left her be. Instead, she chose just to go after a kid." In ability if not merely in age. His gaze searches Jack’s face for understanding, for agreement; anything that might confirm whether or not the captain was inclined to give a shit about the welfare of his kids or if Vesper was just barking up the wrong tree.
The demigod's eyes narrow for a pulse before he reaches deep into his telepathy, opening a silent window into the memory of that chaotic moment. The memory begins with Nova’s carefree laughter amid a storm’s fury, her eyes bright as she dances with the lightning in the Levinsward. Then, without warning, a harsh, cutting voice slices through the chaos followed by Melita's quick judgement and casual cruelty toward a girl just having fun. It's then that things take a turn, and, unable to lie while his mind is held bare to his father, Vesper willingly admits that it was Nova who threw the first punch. Err, claw, given that she'd been a tide jaguar at the time, but that didn't soften the fact that as a demigod herself Melita was capable of wiping Nova clean off the face of Caido with just one poorly aimed arrow.
All because Nova wasn't inclined to listen to the Honeybee.
The scene continues in Vesper's mind: Nova’s desperate yowls, the clash of claws and fangs, and Melita’s savage counterstrikes that nearly leave nothing but shock and blood in their wake. The memory is unfiltered—a storm of anger, fear, and betrayal etched into every moment. Vesper’s telepathy does not soften these details; instead, it captures every biting word and violent gesture as if it were happening again.
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.
