Got a head full of spiders & a heart that isn't here
Vesper watches her laughter like it’s something rare—something too wild to be tamed, but not unwelcome when it comes unannounced. The way her finger points at him, the grin spreading across her face, the way she leans into the wagon like she’s finally letting herself rest—all of it sinks in deeper than her words. A smirk curls slow across his mouth. "I am," he replies, completely, maddeningly sincere. " ’Specially if it helps." He knows he’s not the easiest kind of man to pin down—too much charm, not enough fucks to give—but there’s no irony in the offer. Just that quiet tilt of truth he doesn’t hand out often.
At her gesture to his split lip, he glances down, then chuckles. "This? Nah, that one's a group project. Y'ever hear of Lamplighters?" He waves a hand. "Big fuckin' floaty fish."
He's about to hold out his hands to show her that said fish was thiiiiiis big, until she's stepping forward, stealing his peppermint stick. Something slows something in his chest, aflicker of heat that's more than just the Longheat sun. "Coulda just asked," he murmurs, low and amused as she rolls the bark between her fingers.
The gleam in her eye is dangerous. Her stance says she's already made the call. But it's the way she says pardner—with that grin, that challenge, that electric drawl—that has him dropping his guard just enough for her hook to land clean.
It hits just shy of his ribs, where pain still hums from the last brawl, and Vesper grunts, doubling a fraction as breath gusts from him. "Frey's sake," he wheezes, blinking at her like she’s just kicked a hornet’s nest. But then the laugh comes, low and breathless. "Alright then," he manages, shaking it off with a roll of his shoulder and a flicker of shadows gathering under his boots. "You ain’t a sissy. I’ll give you that."
Then he lunges—not hard, but quick—aiming for his shadows to tangle around her knees as he threw a right hook toward her shoulder.
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At her gesture to his split lip, he glances down, then chuckles. "This? Nah, that one's a group project. Y'ever hear of Lamplighters?" He waves a hand. "Big fuckin' floaty fish."
He's about to hold out his hands to show her that said fish was thiiiiiis big, until she's stepping forward, stealing his peppermint stick. Something slows something in his chest, aflicker of heat that's more than just the Longheat sun. "Coulda just asked," he murmurs, low and amused as she rolls the bark between her fingers.
The gleam in her eye is dangerous. Her stance says she's already made the call. But it's the way she says pardner—with that grin, that challenge, that electric drawl—that has him dropping his guard just enough for her hook to land clean.
It hits just shy of his ribs, where pain still hums from the last brawl, and Vesper grunts, doubling a fraction as breath gusts from him. "Frey's sake," he wheezes, blinking at her like she’s just kicked a hornet’s nest. But then the laugh comes, low and breathless. "Alright then," he manages, shaking it off with a roll of his shoulder and a flicker of shadows gathering under his boots. "You ain’t a sissy. I’ll give you that."
Then he lunges—not hard, but quick—aiming for his shadows to tangle around her knees as he threw a right hook toward her shoulder.
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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.
