come real quick & get inside my mind
Vesper picks up on the subtle shift in Maea’s thoughts before it even reaches her expression. It’s a quiet, prickling discomfort, an almost defensive edge to the way she folds her arms across her chest. It’s not quite fear—more like irritation at having her tells laid bare without her meaning to reveal them. Which, to be fair, isn't her fault at all. If he was any old idiot he might not have noticed it, but for his telepathy. The sensation brushes against his magic like fingernails dragged over taut string, an unpleasant discord that has him instinctively smoothing his own edges in response. His smirk softens just slightly, his stance loosening as if to silently assure her he’s not looking too closely, not prying more than he ought to—at least, not in a way she’d notice.
Vesper's gaze flickers to the floating river above them, the crimson mist catching the light, scattering red and gold through the air. "Far as interruptin’ goes, ain’t much to interrupt," he admits, exhaling a quiet breath. "Just runnin’ an errand."
He doesn’t elaborate—he never does when it comes to Jack's business—but something about Maea’s keen gaze makes him tip his head slightly, considering. "But if you really wanna help, you wouldn’t happen to know if anyone’s been stashin’ things out this way, would you?" His tone is easy, casual, like he’s only half-invested in the answer. "Might save me the trouble of diggin’ through every hollow tree in the damn woods, especially seein' as they apparently like to move around."
Vesper's gaze flickers to the floating river above them, the crimson mist catching the light, scattering red and gold through the air. "Far as interruptin’ goes, ain’t much to interrupt," he admits, exhaling a quiet breath. "Just runnin’ an errand."
He doesn’t elaborate—he never does when it comes to Jack's business—but something about Maea’s keen gaze makes him tip his head slightly, considering. "But if you really wanna help, you wouldn’t happen to know if anyone’s been stashin’ things out this way, would you?" His tone is easy, casual, like he’s only half-invested in the answer. "Might save me the trouble of diggin’ through every hollow tree in the damn woods, especially seein' as they apparently like to move around."
☆ 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.
