// I got this feeling, yeah, you know where I'm losing all control //
Vesper tracks her movements with a lazy sort of precision, reading more in the twitch of her tail and the flick of her fingers than she probably intended to show. He catches the flash of her middle finger and the stiff roll of her shoulders, and it draws a low, soundless laugh that vibrates in his chest. He doesn't push further though. Not when the swamp is thickening around them, the yellow fog rising higher, the world sludging into a haze of distorted trees and grasping roots. His shadows move wider now, long tendrils slipping ahead of them like feelers through the muck, disturbing the oily surface of the bog with tiny ripples.
ooops "Maybe I just wanted you to say it again," he murmurs, too low to carry far, his voice a slanting smirk in the dark. But then he falls quiet, letting her words settle into the dense air between them.
His boots squelch softly as he shifts to the side, widening their formation without needing to say it aloud. Better coverage. More angles to react if the thing tried to circle them. Vesper's eyes narrow against the fog as he lets his awareness stretch outward, not with his mind—not yet—but with the delicate web of shadows that feels out the world ahead. A sharp flicker of something—a glint, a sound that wasn't a sound—pricks against the edge of his senses.
"There," he says, a breath, a thread of sound slipping between them. His hand rises, a single finger pointing toward a thicker clot of mist ahead, where the dark seems to ripple wrong. "You hear that?"
And if she listens carefully, just past the sluggish gurgle of the swamp, she might catch it too: a distant, lilting hum, weaving like silver thread through the stench and fog. Not a song made of words, but a melody built from memory—familiar and strange all at once, like the echo of a childhood lullaby warped by time.
His boots squelch softly as he shifts to the side, widening their formation without needing to say it aloud. Better coverage. More angles to react if the thing tried to circle them. Vesper's eyes narrow against the fog as he lets his awareness stretch outward, not with his mind—not yet—but with the delicate web of shadows that feels out the world ahead. A sharp flicker of something—a glint, a sound that wasn't a sound—pricks against the edge of his senses.
"There," he says, a breath, a thread of sound slipping between them. His hand rises, a single finger pointing toward a thicker clot of mist ahead, where the dark seems to ripple wrong. "You hear that?"
And if she listens carefully, just past the sluggish gurgle of the swamp, she might catch it too: a distant, lilting hum, weaving like silver thread through the stench and fog. Not a song made of words, but a melody built from memory—familiar and strange all at once, like the echo of a childhood lullaby warped by time.
Vesper
//Go ahead and throw your stones, 'cause there's magic in my bones //
☆ 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.
