// I got this feeling, yeah, you know where I'm losing all control //
Vesper’s shadows settle back into the muck, quivering like spent bowstrings. He exhales through clenched teeth, tasting copper, then pushes to his feet with deliberate care. Every flex of his torso sends lightning through the rib he’s certain is cracked, but he pieces his composure together anyway—ragged breath, wry smile, the usual armour.
Vesper staggers upright, one hand pressed to his ribs, breath whistling through grit-stained teeth. "Guess I ain’t built to catch tail-swipes," he mutters, words drawling together like slow honey. Blood still beads on his lip, but he wipes it with the back of his wrist and shoots Thal a crooked grin.
Thalassa’s own façade is thinner than she realizes. Beneath the grit and swagger, he can feel the sharp backlash of pain where that missing fang tore her calf, but pride curls around the hurt like armour plate. He clocks the dark ribbon of red on her calf and, without comment, hooks two fingers through the tear in his sleeve. A swift tug frees a strip of linen, edges fraying like sea-foam. He tosses it to her. "Wrap that tight. Hate to see you leavin’ a trail of blood all over this fine swamp."
The lamplighter’s corpse glows faint, scales flickering like oil on water. Vesper steps back, shadows restless around his boots, and gestures with a lazy sweep. "All yours." While she works, he angles his head, listening for slither or wing. The swamp answers with nothing but wind through reeds and the low fizz of bioluminescence dying. He settles into a guard’s stance, shadows coiling like watchful hounds while Thal claims her hard-won prize.
Vesper staggers upright, one hand pressed to his ribs, breath whistling through grit-stained teeth. "Guess I ain’t built to catch tail-swipes," he mutters, words drawling together like slow honey. Blood still beads on his lip, but he wipes it with the back of his wrist and shoots Thal a crooked grin.
Thalassa’s own façade is thinner than she realizes. Beneath the grit and swagger, he can feel the sharp backlash of pain where that missing fang tore her calf, but pride curls around the hurt like armour plate. He clocks the dark ribbon of red on her calf and, without comment, hooks two fingers through the tear in his sleeve. A swift tug frees a strip of linen, edges fraying like sea-foam. He tosses it to her. "Wrap that tight. Hate to see you leavin’ a trail of blood all over this fine swamp."
The lamplighter’s corpse glows faint, scales flickering like oil on water. Vesper steps back, shadows restless around his boots, and gestures with a lazy sweep. "All yours." While she works, he angles his head, listening for slither or wing. The swamp answers with nothing but wind through reeds and the low fizz of bioluminescence dying. He settles into a guard’s stance, shadows coiling like watchful hounds while Thal claims her hard-won prize.
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.
