Got a head full of spiders & a heart that isn't here
The second it hits him—not her fist, but the memory behind it—Vesper freezes. Not in body, not entirely, but something beneath the surface goes still, deep and sudden, like a current shifting. The moment Colt’s fear flares and coils behind her eyes, her past slamming into the present like a shattered pane of glass, it rushes into him uninvited. He isnt' presently rifle ing through her thoughts the way he might do later, but this, this bleeds out of her like smoke from a broken window. A fragment of violence. A set jaw that meant no escape. A hand not unlike his own, once trusted and now dreaded.
It slams into him like guilt that isn’t his but sits just fine on his shoulders anyway.
The hat’s already flying before he can speak, his head ducking to the side like a spooked horse—but the punch? That lands.
Hard.
It connects with a pop and a sickening slide as his shoulder gives, not just from the force but from the way his body twisted to avoid doing something worse. Pain shoots down his arm like fire—but Vesper doesn’t make a sound. Doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t curse. Instead, he stands straight, the pain doused by the cathartic pulse he can feel in Colt's mind.
His shadow flares out, surging up between them with a hiss, and for a moment, Colt will stare into the face of a man made of smoke and midnight—rough-hewn, jaw set, eyes burning charcoal like something carved from everything she's ever hated.
"Keep goin'," Vesper rasps, voice lower now, but steady. The pain tightens every syllable but there's no edge of threat, no challenge. "Go on. Get it out." His good hand hangs loose at his side, remaining shadows curling protectively around the dislocated shoulder, shielding it like armour made of ink. He's not going to hit back. Not this time and certainly not like him.
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It slams into him like guilt that isn’t his but sits just fine on his shoulders anyway.
The hat’s already flying before he can speak, his head ducking to the side like a spooked horse—but the punch? That lands.
Hard.
It connects with a pop and a sickening slide as his shoulder gives, not just from the force but from the way his body twisted to avoid doing something worse. Pain shoots down his arm like fire—but Vesper doesn’t make a sound. Doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t curse. Instead, he stands straight, the pain doused by the cathartic pulse he can feel in Colt's mind.
His shadow flares out, surging up between them with a hiss, and for a moment, Colt will stare into the face of a man made of smoke and midnight—rough-hewn, jaw set, eyes burning charcoal like something carved from everything she's ever hated.
"Keep goin'," Vesper rasps, voice lower now, but steady. The pain tightens every syllable but there's no edge of threat, no challenge. "Go on. Get it out." His good hand hangs loose at his side, remaining shadows curling protectively around the dislocated shoulder, shielding it like armour made of ink. He's not going to hit back. Not this time and certainly not like him.
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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.
