come real quick & get inside my mind
Vesper chuckles under his breath, brushing his fingers once more over the faint, deliberate markings before straightening to his full height. His sharp blue gaze flicks toward Maea, catching the way she spins her weapon in idle restlessness, the words she doesn’t say lingering in the space between them; this, of course, is not something that bothers the demigod given his helpful ability to just peek into the ancient's mind.
"Yeah, well," he muses, tilting his head as if considering her point. "Maybe it’s the universe tryna reward good behaviour for once." He smirks, clearly unconvinced by his own words, but there’s a teasing glint in his eye nonetheless.
At her offer, though—her half-casual, half-serious invitation—Vesper lets his weight shift lazily onto one foot, watching her for a beat longer than necessary. There’s something amusing about her attempt to mimic his nonchalance, and if he were an asshole (more of an asshole), he might call her out on it. Instead, he lets her have it, his smirk turning a touch sharper, more knowing. "Risk-takin’s sort of a specialty of mine," he drawls, his voice dripping with amusement, though there’s an unmistakable undercurrent of curiosity beneath it. He flicks his gaze over her, measuring, considering, before rolling his shoulders in a slow, easy shrug. "Tell you what—if I find myself in need of a little void culling," he echoes, dry and deliberate, "I’ll be sure to look you up." His smirk lingers a moment longer before he moves, stepping past her with the lazy ease of a man who’s already decided he'll play whatever game this is.
"Name's Vesper."
"Yeah, well," he muses, tilting his head as if considering her point. "Maybe it’s the universe tryna reward good behaviour for once." He smirks, clearly unconvinced by his own words, but there’s a teasing glint in his eye nonetheless.
At her offer, though—her half-casual, half-serious invitation—Vesper lets his weight shift lazily onto one foot, watching her for a beat longer than necessary. There’s something amusing about her attempt to mimic his nonchalance, and if he were an asshole (more of an asshole), he might call her out on it. Instead, he lets her have it, his smirk turning a touch sharper, more knowing. "Risk-takin’s sort of a specialty of mine," he drawls, his voice dripping with amusement, though there’s an unmistakable undercurrent of curiosity beneath it. He flicks his gaze over her, measuring, considering, before rolling his shoulders in a slow, easy shrug. "Tell you what—if I find myself in need of a little void culling," he echoes, dry and deliberate, "I’ll be sure to look you up." His smirk lingers a moment longer before he moves, stepping past her with the lazy ease of a man who’s already decided he'll play whatever game this is.
"Name's Vesper."
☆ 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.
