I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky
Vesper watches the stars shift and darken with the same wariness a street cat might eye a flickering lantern—curious, but not exactly comforted. He doesn’t flinch at the sudden change in mood, but there’s a subtle tension in his jaw, a tick in the muscle that gives away more than he probably means to.
"Mm." The sound is noncommittal, almost bored, but not quite. He doesn’t apologise for bringing up Seren, doesn’t soften his tone or fill the space with something easier. If Zen felt the weight of the name, he’d have to carry it. They all did. The glimmer of constellation light beside Zen’s head draws another slow blink from Vesper, who seems wholly unimpressed by the display. "Right.." he drawls. "Well, welcome to Torchline."
The sound of laughter on the wind doesn’t break his focus, though the sudden scream does cause his head to turn, sharp and instinctive. He sees the fins. Hears the silence that follows. And chooses not to move. "They’re not real," he says after a second, barely glancing away from Zen. "Echo sharks. Sound like what you most want or fear, right before they drag you under." A pause, then a lazy, wolfish grin. "Charming things."
He unfolds his arms at last and takes a step back, boots scuffing faintly against the dock wood. "Well, best of luck with whatever." He doesn't mention that people would probably fucking hate having to read Zen's starry-subtitles; no doubt Caido would fill its newest demigod in on that front soon enough. Though Nova would probably quite like them.
"My sisters and I have a house down by the beach, and Jack usually keeps The Ark in the harbour." Zen probably knew as much if he'd been raised the same way the triplets had.
"Mm." The sound is noncommittal, almost bored, but not quite. He doesn’t apologise for bringing up Seren, doesn’t soften his tone or fill the space with something easier. If Zen felt the weight of the name, he’d have to carry it. They all did. The glimmer of constellation light beside Zen’s head draws another slow blink from Vesper, who seems wholly unimpressed by the display. "Right.." he drawls. "Well, welcome to Torchline."
The sound of laughter on the wind doesn’t break his focus, though the sudden scream does cause his head to turn, sharp and instinctive. He sees the fins. Hears the silence that follows. And chooses not to move. "They’re not real," he says after a second, barely glancing away from Zen. "Echo sharks. Sound like what you most want or fear, right before they drag you under." A pause, then a lazy, wolfish grin. "Charming things."
He unfolds his arms at last and takes a step back, boots scuffing faintly against the dock wood. "Well, best of luck with whatever." He doesn't mention that people would probably fucking hate having to read Zen's starry-subtitles; no doubt Caido would fill its newest demigod in on that front soon enough. Though Nova would probably quite like them.
"My sisters and I have a house down by the beach, and Jack usually keeps The Ark in the harbour." Zen probably knew as much if he'd been raised the same way the triplets had.
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.
