come real quick & get inside my mind
Vesper tilts his head, watching with detached curiosity as the shadow tendril barely grazes the eerie glow of the will-o-void. The moment it makes contact, the whispering intensifies, curling around his thoughts like a thick, cloying mist. The voices shift, morphing into something almost recognizable—like half-remembered dreams or the echo of names he’s never spoken aloud. It should be unsettling. It is unsettling. And yet, a small part of him considers pushing just a little further, just to see what happens.
But then Maea's words slide in, dry and unimpressed, and her presence at his side cuts through the pull of the void’s murmurs like a blade. He doesn’t need to read her mind to catch the exasperation laced beneath her voice, the quiet, wary disapproval. It’s enough to have him reconsider—because as much as he enjoys stirring trouble, he's not so keen on being that kind of idiot. With a smirk, he retracts the shadow, letting it slither back to him like an obedient thing, curling lazily around his wrist before dissipating. "Yeah, yeah," he murmurs, feigning boredom as he shakes his head. "Ain’t in the mood for gettin’ my brain scrambled today."
With a final glance at the sickly glowing wisps, he turns on his heel, stepping away from the creatures and deeper into the treeline, hands sliding into his pockets. And just as luck would have it, as he moves further from the will-o-voids, his sharp gaze flickers downward—and there, scratched faintly into the bark near the roots of an old, gnarled tree, is exactly what he’s been looking for.
"Well, would you look at that," he drawls, his smirk sharpening as he crouches down, brushing his fingers over the faint mark. "Looks like I won’t be wastin’ my time diggin’ through trees after all."
But then Maea's words slide in, dry and unimpressed, and her presence at his side cuts through the pull of the void’s murmurs like a blade. He doesn’t need to read her mind to catch the exasperation laced beneath her voice, the quiet, wary disapproval. It’s enough to have him reconsider—because as much as he enjoys stirring trouble, he's not so keen on being that kind of idiot. With a smirk, he retracts the shadow, letting it slither back to him like an obedient thing, curling lazily around his wrist before dissipating. "Yeah, yeah," he murmurs, feigning boredom as he shakes his head. "Ain’t in the mood for gettin’ my brain scrambled today."
With a final glance at the sickly glowing wisps, he turns on his heel, stepping away from the creatures and deeper into the treeline, hands sliding into his pockets. And just as luck would have it, as he moves further from the will-o-voids, his sharp gaze flickers downward—and there, scratched faintly into the bark near the roots of an old, gnarled tree, is exactly what he’s been looking for.
"Well, would you look at that," he drawls, his smirk sharpening as he crouches down, brushing his fingers over the faint mark. "Looks like I won’t be wastin’ my time diggin’ through trees after all."
☆ 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.
