just because the fog is there
Vesper trails after Nova, his own ice cream in hand, watching as she twirls her way toward the beach like some kind of human fireworks display. The sheer force of her enthusiasm is almost exhausting, but he lets a smirk linger on his lips, indulging her in silence as he takes a slow, thoughtful bite of the dark-hued ice cream. The rich bitterness of dark chocolate and the tangy burst of blueberries melt across his tongue, a stark contrast to whatever sugar explosion Nova is currently devouring.
He’s just settling into the rhythm of watching her bounce between licks of her ice cream when she freezes, skidding to a stop with a sharp wince, pressing a hand to her temple. Instinct flares hot and fast in his chest, his amusement vanishing in an instant as he steps toward her, his free hand hovering just shy of her shoulder. "What’s what?" he asks, his voice still easy, but laced with quiet scrutiny.
Then, he feels it.
A sudden, sharp pulse against the edges of his telepathy—like a bright, piercing chime ringing through his skull, too fast, too sharp to be one of Nova’s usual thought patterns. Vesper watches Nova with sharp, assessing eyes, every muscle in his body coiling in preparation for something—anything—out of the ordinary. But then, she whines, clutching her temple in a way that is far less ominous and far more dramatic, and he immediately realizes what’s actually happening.
He exhales, long and slow, before dragging a hand down his face. "Nova," he says, his voice flat. "Are you tellin’ me you just gave yourself a brain freeze?" She might as well have been attacked, the way she’s carrying on. He watches her with the unimpressed look of a long-suffering older brother, waiting while she battles against the horrors of eating her ice cream too fast.
Taking another leisurely bite of his own—not suffering the same fate, because unlike Nova, he has self-control—Vesper leans against a nearby post, smirking. "Surprised you even got enough brains to freeze," he teases affectionately.
He’s just settling into the rhythm of watching her bounce between licks of her ice cream when she freezes, skidding to a stop with a sharp wince, pressing a hand to her temple. Instinct flares hot and fast in his chest, his amusement vanishing in an instant as he steps toward her, his free hand hovering just shy of her shoulder. "What’s what?" he asks, his voice still easy, but laced with quiet scrutiny.
Then, he feels it.
A sudden, sharp pulse against the edges of his telepathy—like a bright, piercing chime ringing through his skull, too fast, too sharp to be one of Nova’s usual thought patterns. Vesper watches Nova with sharp, assessing eyes, every muscle in his body coiling in preparation for something—anything—out of the ordinary. But then, she whines, clutching her temple in a way that is far less ominous and far more dramatic, and he immediately realizes what’s actually happening.
He exhales, long and slow, before dragging a hand down his face. "Nova," he says, his voice flat. "Are you tellin’ me you just gave yourself a brain freeze?" She might as well have been attacked, the way she’s carrying on. He watches her with the unimpressed look of a long-suffering older brother, waiting while she battles against the horrors of eating her ice cream too fast.
Taking another leisurely bite of his own—not suffering the same fate, because unlike Nova, he has self-control—Vesper leans against a nearby post, smirking. "Surprised you even got enough brains to freeze," he teases affectionately.
don't mean nothing's behind it
☆ 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.
