maybe smoking one more cigarette won't turn your lungs to ashes
Vesper's telepathic net is cast wide, taking it all in. From, Calypso ’s sun-drenched commentary, Nova ’s glitter-bomb of delight behind the bar, the way Sohalia leans in and scans the crowd with her ocean eyes. He tracks them in the mirror—reflections in dusk-light, shifting and layered—while his real gaze stays on Mateo.
But Maea ’s voice cuts through the din with a clarity that tugs his attention sideways.
"Tart with a chaser of regret, huh?" he drawls, glancing her way. He studies her expression like one might a new cocktail recipe—looking for proportions, bitterness to brightness. Without another word, he turns, grabbing a chilled glass and pouring a mix of elderflower liqueur, sharp lemon, and something dark and herbaceous. No garnish. No glitter. Just honest bite.
It slides her way without flair, but with precision.
"Don’t take it too fast," he says, not quite advice and not quite a warning. "She’ll hit you twice—once on the tongue, once in the chest."
His attention flicks toward the drink Nova just zhuzhed with sugar and sparkles, and he can’t help but smirk faintly. "Or you could steal that one," he adds to Maea with a nod toward his sister’s concoction. "Probably tastes like a rainbow and poor decisions."
Meanwhile, Kaisel ’s approaching, and Vesper clocks the way Caly’s light shifts—like sunrise through heatwaves. He doesn’t intrude. Just keeps his tone loose and low, letting the rhythm of the room settle around him as he leans over her shoulder. "Why don't I take over for a bit, mm?" And then, lower still he adds, "Why don't you go and play nice?"
But Maea ’s voice cuts through the din with a clarity that tugs his attention sideways.
"Tart with a chaser of regret, huh?" he drawls, glancing her way. He studies her expression like one might a new cocktail recipe—looking for proportions, bitterness to brightness. Without another word, he turns, grabbing a chilled glass and pouring a mix of elderflower liqueur, sharp lemon, and something dark and herbaceous. No garnish. No glitter. Just honest bite.
It slides her way without flair, but with precision.
"Don’t take it too fast," he says, not quite advice and not quite a warning. "She’ll hit you twice—once on the tongue, once in the chest."
His attention flicks toward the drink Nova just zhuzhed with sugar and sparkles, and he can’t help but smirk faintly. "Or you could steal that one," he adds to Maea with a nod toward his sister’s concoction. "Probably tastes like a rainbow and poor decisions."
Meanwhile, Kaisel ’s approaching, and Vesper clocks the way Caly’s light shifts—like sunrise through heatwaves. He doesn’t intrude. Just keeps his tone loose and low, letting the rhythm of the room settle around him as he leans over her shoulder. "Why don't I take over for a bit, mm?" And then, lower still he adds, "Why don't you go and play nice?"
But all it takes is gas to burn a city down with matches
☆ 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.
