I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky
Vesper slips onto the scene like a long shadow stretching across hot sand—quiet, unannounced, and sharply defined. His shirt is linen and barely buttoned, loose over swim trunks dark enough to match his mood but light enough to pass for casual. The silver star by his left eye glints faintly in the blaze of midafternoon sun, and the breeze off the surf pulls soft salt through his constellation freckles, scattered faintly across his collarbones like stars melting under heat.
A cursory glance takes in the crowd—who’s here, who’s armed, who’s interesting. No one is. Not at first. So he lets it go.
He doesn’t announce himself to Ronin. Doesn’t need to. The smell of seared meat and wood smoke is invitation enough, and within moments he’s helped himself to a plate. Deviled eggs, halved with clinical precision, and a skewer stacked with charred shrimp, seared pineapple, and flowery vegetables that look far too pretty to trust but smell divine.
He crosses to the shade of a nearby parasol, the kind that's bright enough to be a warning flag. Shadows lap at his heels, low and loose, content to stay dormant for once. One hand toys absently with the rings on his fingers, while the other lifts a bite of egg to his mouth. The heat rolls in waves, and Vesper doesn't mind it—LongHeat presses against his skin like something alive, but it's real, grounding.
He eats in silence, eyes scanning the crowd. Not for trouble. Just for Nova. Caly. Jack. Even his newest brother; anyone who might warrant something more than a glance. Until then, he's content to be a spectre in the shade, all quiet edges and lazy smirks, watching the world flicker around the fire.
A cursory glance takes in the crowd—who’s here, who’s armed, who’s interesting. No one is. Not at first. So he lets it go.
He doesn’t announce himself to Ronin. Doesn’t need to. The smell of seared meat and wood smoke is invitation enough, and within moments he’s helped himself to a plate. Deviled eggs, halved with clinical precision, and a skewer stacked with charred shrimp, seared pineapple, and flowery vegetables that look far too pretty to trust but smell divine.
He crosses to the shade of a nearby parasol, the kind that's bright enough to be a warning flag. Shadows lap at his heels, low and loose, content to stay dormant for once. One hand toys absently with the rings on his fingers, while the other lifts a bite of egg to his mouth. The heat rolls in waves, and Vesper doesn't mind it—LongHeat presses against his skin like something alive, but it's real, grounding.
He eats in silence, eyes scanning the crowd. Not for trouble. Just for Nova. Caly. Jack. Even his newest brother; anyone who might warrant something more than a glance. Until then, he's content to be a spectre in the shade, all quiet edges and lazy smirks, watching the world flicker around the fire.
VESPER
☆ 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.
