// I got this feeling, yeah, you know where I'm losing all control //
The shift in her tightness—shoulders rising, breath held—tells Vesper everything before her flames even begin to lick through the fog. He feels the memory-song too, though not the same one. Not hers. His own. A voice like Safrin's, low and warm and careful. Laughter spilling through wooden beams. A lullaby ingrained in his skin, threading through his bones like a tether he doesn’t remember tying.
It’s not real.
And he knows it’s not real.
But it doesn’t stop his hands from trembling for a second before he snarls low in his throat and shoves the sensation away. His shadows react instantly, contracting in sharp lines around him like blades being drawn, slicing through the murk with sudden, surgical focus.
The glow ahead of them pulses—gentle, beckoning—and in the part of his mind that isn’t snarled around fury and flame, he wonders how many have died chasing that warmth. He sidesteps closer to Thal, close enough that his shoulder brushes her crouch, but not close enough to throw her off balance. His voice is low, stripped of all teasing.
"You see it yet?"
And sure enough, the shape begins to form—submerged just enough that its form could still be mistaken for shadow, or vine, or fog-thick water. But the light burns from beneath the surface, a pulse like a lighthouse beckoning a ship onto the rocks. Above the glimmer, just barely visible, a mouth parts—filled not with teeth, but with song.
Vesper lifts a hand, shadows poised like spears, and doesn’t look at Thalassa when he says, "I’ll drive it up, you burn it down?" He waits, though, knowing she had more experience at this sort of thing than he did.
It’s not real.
And he knows it’s not real.
But it doesn’t stop his hands from trembling for a second before he snarls low in his throat and shoves the sensation away. His shadows react instantly, contracting in sharp lines around him like blades being drawn, slicing through the murk with sudden, surgical focus.
The glow ahead of them pulses—gentle, beckoning—and in the part of his mind that isn’t snarled around fury and flame, he wonders how many have died chasing that warmth. He sidesteps closer to Thal, close enough that his shoulder brushes her crouch, but not close enough to throw her off balance. His voice is low, stripped of all teasing.
"You see it yet?"
And sure enough, the shape begins to form—submerged just enough that its form could still be mistaken for shadow, or vine, or fog-thick water. But the light burns from beneath the surface, a pulse like a lighthouse beckoning a ship onto the rocks. Above the glimmer, just barely visible, a mouth parts—filled not with teeth, but with song.
Vesper lifts a hand, shadows poised like spears, and doesn’t look at Thalassa when he says, "I’ll drive it up, you burn it down?" He waits, though, knowing she had more experience at this sort of thing than he did.
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.
