Got a head full of spiders & a heart that isn't here
The sudden flare of light cuts through the dark like a blade, jagged and orange and far too close. Vesper hisses, the sound sharp and involuntary as he jerks backward, boots skidding on wet stone. Shadows rise like hackles, coiling tight at his back, one arm snapping up reflexively—not to strike, but to shield.
Because it isn’t just any stranger crouched in the dark with a guttering match and the kind of stillness that could belong to a ghost. It’s Jack. Of course it’s Jack. And of course, neither of them heard the other coming—telepathy rendered useless between them like two gods playing chess with invisible boards.
"Fuck’s sake," Vesper mutters, breath sharp in his chest as he lowers his arm. The silver star at his temple glints in the half-light, his features etched in flickering lines of irritation and relief. "You tryin’ to get yourself stabbed, or is this just a trust exercise you forgot to warn me about?"
He lets the shadows ease back down with the faint rustle of gravel, watching the match flame stretch toward the lantern’s wick. There’s a very real chance his heart is still punching the inside of his ribs like it wants out, but his voice remains flat, almost amused. "Reckon I'm the only one who can sneak up on you quite like that. And you, me." And it didn't take a telepath to know that neither of them was likely particularly fond of that fact.
Because it isn’t just any stranger crouched in the dark with a guttering match and the kind of stillness that could belong to a ghost. It’s Jack. Of course it’s Jack. And of course, neither of them heard the other coming—telepathy rendered useless between them like two gods playing chess with invisible boards.
"Fuck’s sake," Vesper mutters, breath sharp in his chest as he lowers his arm. The silver star at his temple glints in the half-light, his features etched in flickering lines of irritation and relief. "You tryin’ to get yourself stabbed, or is this just a trust exercise you forgot to warn me about?"
He lets the shadows ease back down with the faint rustle of gravel, watching the match flame stretch toward the lantern’s wick. There’s a very real chance his heart is still punching the inside of his ribs like it wants out, but his voice remains flat, almost amused. "Reckon I'm the only one who can sneak up on you quite like that. And you, me." And it didn't take a telepath to know that neither of them was likely particularly fond of that fact.
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.
