if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
The bones groan beneath his boots. It's not sound, exactly, more sensation; like the island is listening.
Vesper stands at the edge of a curved, ribcage-like outcrop, all sun-bleached femurs and tangled red vines, the surf foaming against the corpse-white shore. His eyes narrow as another tendril lashes out from a cluster of crimson brambles ahead, barbed and fast. Too fast for most. But not him.
He vanishes.
A flare of shadow, a crackle of starlight—and then he’s gone, the vine slicing air where he’d stood. Fifteen feet west, he reappears in a crouch atop a sloped pelvis half-consumed by moss and teeth. His breath is steady, controlled, eyes scanning for the next strike. The island reacts. Another burst of movement—roots coiling like snakes beneath brittle ribs—and again he steps through space, mist curling at his heels.
He doesn’t run so much as flicker, shadows spiralling around him with each teleport. Always fifteen feet. Always a breath ahead of danger. The jungle—if you could call it that—howls around him in silence, petals snapping shut like jaws behind him. Vesper lands lightly atop a skull half-swallowed in red flowers, watching the earth twist in slow frustration below. Sweat beads on his brow. Not from exertion—from focus. Control. He’s not just evading. He’s trying to predict.
He grins, sharp and breathless. "Try harder," he murmurs to the island, and steps again.
Vesper stands at the edge of a curved, ribcage-like outcrop, all sun-bleached femurs and tangled red vines, the surf foaming against the corpse-white shore. His eyes narrow as another tendril lashes out from a cluster of crimson brambles ahead, barbed and fast. Too fast for most. But not him.
He vanishes.
A flare of shadow, a crackle of starlight—and then he’s gone, the vine slicing air where he’d stood. Fifteen feet west, he reappears in a crouch atop a sloped pelvis half-consumed by moss and teeth. His breath is steady, controlled, eyes scanning for the next strike. The island reacts. Another burst of movement—roots coiling like snakes beneath brittle ribs—and again he steps through space, mist curling at his heels.
He doesn’t run so much as flicker, shadows spiralling around him with each teleport. Always fifteen feet. Always a breath ahead of danger. The jungle—if you could call it that—howls around him in silence, petals snapping shut like jaws behind him. Vesper lands lightly atop a skull half-swallowed in red flowers, watching the earth twist in slow frustration below. Sweat beads on his brow. Not from exertion—from focus. Control. He’s not just evading. He’s trying to predict.
He grins, sharp and breathless. "Try harder," he murmurs to the island, and steps again.
And now it's turning out to be the worst of my bad habits
☆ 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.
