just because the fog is there
Vesper’s grin curved slow around the sprig of peppermint still caught between his teeth, eyes glinting with something sharp and amused. "Seen enough fluids to not flinch," he answered, voice low and dry. "Got two sisters, so...' He added with a shrug as if that explained all there was to explain. And given Nova's gods-awful penchant for glitter, maybe it did.
The demigod didn’t argue when Colt warned about the horn. Just dipped his chin in a subtle nod, like he was already cataloging it—how close he should or shouldn’t stand, what the angle might be if a creature like that spooked. His expression didn’t change, but Colt would feel the shift in his posture—something just a little more focused now, quiet calculation settling into his frame like muscle memory.
When she leaned down and offered a hand, Vesper glanced at it, then at her, the peppermint bark clicking gently between his teeth. "I ride," he lied easily, reaching up to clasp her hand. He swung up behind her with surprising efficiency, his body folding into place with the kind of practiced grace that didn’t come from horses but from rooftops and ledges. Vesper didn’t crowd her—his hands found the back of the saddle, not her waist, giving her space but staying steady behind her. The smell of worn leather and wildflowers was strong up close—hers, he guessed, or maybe just the land.
"Nice to meet you, Colt," he murmured by her shoulder, voice barely raised above the sound of the meadow breeze. "Let’s go find your unicorn."
The demigod didn’t argue when Colt warned about the horn. Just dipped his chin in a subtle nod, like he was already cataloging it—how close he should or shouldn’t stand, what the angle might be if a creature like that spooked. His expression didn’t change, but Colt would feel the shift in his posture—something just a little more focused now, quiet calculation settling into his frame like muscle memory.
When she leaned down and offered a hand, Vesper glanced at it, then at her, the peppermint bark clicking gently between his teeth. "I ride," he lied easily, reaching up to clasp her hand. He swung up behind her with surprising efficiency, his body folding into place with the kind of practiced grace that didn’t come from horses but from rooftops and ledges. Vesper didn’t crowd her—his hands found the back of the saddle, not her waist, giving her space but staying steady behind her. The smell of worn leather and wildflowers was strong up close—hers, he guessed, or maybe just the land.
"Nice to meet you, Colt," he murmured by her shoulder, voice barely raised above the sound of the meadow breeze. "Let’s go find your unicorn."
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.
