come real quick & get inside my mind
Vesper exhales a quiet chuckle at Maea’s suggestion, shaking his head as he steps forward, scanning the nearest tree trunk with a sharp, discerning gaze. "Not likely," he muses, his voice laced with dry amusement. "The man who sent me ain't the sort to deal in pranks." His smirk lingers, amused at the idea of Jack wasting his time on a fool’s errand, though he keeps the rest of his thoughts to himself.
Instead, he tilts his head slightly, dragging his fingers over the bark of a gnarled tree, searching for the faint impression of the mark he’s been told to look for. "S’posed to be somethin' subtle—scratched into the bark, near the roots most likely. Real faint, like a tally mark crossed with a hook. Easy to miss if you don’t know what you’re lookin’ for." He lets his hand drop back to his side, knowing that the description he'd given was vague, but not wanting to just go around explaining thieves cant to near strangers if it could be helped.
But before he can say anything else, a shift in the atmosphere sends a prickle down his spine.
The forest around them dims—not from any shift in the sun, but as if the very air is thickening, growing heavier, the light turning wrong. A whispering breeze moves through the trees, but it carries no real wind, no rustling of leaves. Instead, soft murmurs brush against the edges of his mind, hollow voices threading through the stillness like echoes of something long forgotten. Vesper stills, his instincts bristling even before his gaze catches the flicker of eerie, floating lights weaving lazily through the trees. At first glance, they resemble the will-o-wisps he’s heard of—glowing, spectral orbs drifting in an aimless, mesmerizing pattern. But something about them is… off. Their glow is sickly, tinged with an unnatural, void-tainted sheen. The whispers grow stronger, curling at the edge of his consciousness, beckoning.
"Tell me that’s normal for the Greatwood," he murmurs, his voice low, but even as he asks, he knows the answer. His shadows shift instinctively around him, curling at his feet, ready. Whatever these things are, they sure as fuck aren’t here to help.
Instead, he tilts his head slightly, dragging his fingers over the bark of a gnarled tree, searching for the faint impression of the mark he’s been told to look for. "S’posed to be somethin' subtle—scratched into the bark, near the roots most likely. Real faint, like a tally mark crossed with a hook. Easy to miss if you don’t know what you’re lookin’ for." He lets his hand drop back to his side, knowing that the description he'd given was vague, but not wanting to just go around explaining thieves cant to near strangers if it could be helped.
But before he can say anything else, a shift in the atmosphere sends a prickle down his spine.
The forest around them dims—not from any shift in the sun, but as if the very air is thickening, growing heavier, the light turning wrong. A whispering breeze moves through the trees, but it carries no real wind, no rustling of leaves. Instead, soft murmurs brush against the edges of his mind, hollow voices threading through the stillness like echoes of something long forgotten. Vesper stills, his instincts bristling even before his gaze catches the flicker of eerie, floating lights weaving lazily through the trees. At first glance, they resemble the will-o-wisps he’s heard of—glowing, spectral orbs drifting in an aimless, mesmerizing pattern. But something about them is… off. Their glow is sickly, tinged with an unnatural, void-tainted sheen. The whispers grow stronger, curling at the edge of his consciousness, beckoning.
"Tell me that’s normal for the Greatwood," he murmurs, his voice low, but even as he asks, he knows the answer. His shadows shift instinctively around him, curling at his feet, ready. Whatever these things are, they sure as fuck aren’t here to help.
☆ 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.
