Got a head full of spiders & a heart that isn't here
Midnight in Rae’s Fingers is a lesson in silence and shadow. The ocean’s breath echoes through the tunnel mouths, distant and rhythmic, like the world itself is asleep. Vesper’s boots whisper over the damp stone, shadows curling tight around his ankles with every step, drawn toward the press of deeper dark.
He hasn’t lit his lantern; the small one clipped to his belt remains shuttered, untouched. Safrin’s instructions had been clear: test the reach of what she’d given him in the dark. And here, beneath Torchline, there are no stars to answer, no moonlight to cheat by. Just ink and instinct.
The walls sweat brine and secrets. Somewhere far off, water trickles, the sound irregular enough to feel like breath. And then—faint but sharp—he hears it: A hiss. A scrape. The unmistakable strike of steel against stone. Vesper halts. The sound dies quick, like it knows it’s been heard. He draws a slow breath and lets his thoughts slip outward, casting his telepathy like a net into the silence.
Nothing.
Not emptiness—there’s always the thrum of distant minds, threads of worry and want drifting from the edges of Haulani above—but no one near. No thoughts biting back. Might be the tide, then.
He hasn’t lit his lantern; the small one clipped to his belt remains shuttered, untouched. Safrin’s instructions had been clear: test the reach of what she’d given him in the dark. And here, beneath Torchline, there are no stars to answer, no moonlight to cheat by. Just ink and instinct.
The walls sweat brine and secrets. Somewhere far off, water trickles, the sound irregular enough to feel like breath. And then—faint but sharp—he hears it: A hiss. A scrape. The unmistakable strike of steel against stone. Vesper halts. The sound dies quick, like it knows it’s been heard. He draws a slow breath and lets his thoughts slip outward, casting his telepathy like a net into the silence.
Nothing.
Not emptiness—there’s always the thrum of distant minds, threads of worry and want drifting from the edges of Haulani above—but no one near. No thoughts biting back. Might be the tide, then.
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.
