i'm a lost cause, do it the way I want
Vesper catches the box without flinching, arms tightening instinctively around the weight as if the strange, shifting bow might try to wriggle free. His jaw flexes at the cheek pat, but he doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t rise to it either. He just meets Pierce ’s gaze, shadow-laced eyes steady and unreadable. There’s no sharp retort, no flare of bravado—only a quiet, dangerous calm, like a sea gone still before the storm.
"Appreciate the hospitality," he says, voice flat and dry as old paper, though the gleam in his eye suggests otherwise.
Only once Pierce turns and walks away—vanishing back into the velvet of the carnival with the finality of a curtain drop—does Vesper shift, eyes scanning the flickering machine behind him. The numbers have become eyes, each blinking with uncanny synchrony, watching, waiting. The box in his hands hums softly, exuding a weight far deeper than what it should physically contain.
He feels the moment Thalassa ’s attention slips away, feels the way it drags like a tide receding, even as her thoughts leave a heatprint on the inside of his skull. He lets her go, not ignorant of the way she'd followed almost precisely in Pierce's wake.
Zavien ’s warning lands quieter than it should, but it hits nonetheless. Vesper’s gaze doesn’t shift to meet his, but the pulse of tension in his shoulders softens, just a touch. "I know," he murmurs back, low enough that it’s barely more than breath. "Thanks."
And then he turns, finally, toward Nova and Calypso —his arms still full of suspicious gift box and rainbow fluff. "Alright, queens of chaos," he mutters, dragging up the semblance of a smirk as he approaches his sisters. "Who wants to help me open the cursed carnival prize box?"
Thanks, ig >.>
"Appreciate the hospitality," he says, voice flat and dry as old paper, though the gleam in his eye suggests otherwise.
Only once Pierce turns and walks away—vanishing back into the velvet of the carnival with the finality of a curtain drop—does Vesper shift, eyes scanning the flickering machine behind him. The numbers have become eyes, each blinking with uncanny synchrony, watching, waiting. The box in his hands hums softly, exuding a weight far deeper than what it should physically contain.
He feels the moment Thalassa ’s attention slips away, feels the way it drags like a tide receding, even as her thoughts leave a heatprint on the inside of his skull. He lets her go, not ignorant of the way she'd followed almost precisely in Pierce's wake.
Zavien ’s warning lands quieter than it should, but it hits nonetheless. Vesper’s gaze doesn’t shift to meet his, but the pulse of tension in his shoulders softens, just a touch. "I know," he murmurs back, low enough that it’s barely more than breath. "Thanks."
And then he turns, finally, toward Nova and Calypso —his arms still full of suspicious gift box and rainbow fluff. "Alright, queens of chaos," he mutters, dragging up the semblance of a smirk as he approaches his sisters. "Who wants to help me open the cursed carnival prize box?"
Thanks, ig >.>
☆ 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.
