Got a head full of spiders & a heart that isn't here
The deeper they go, the darker it gets—not just around them, but within. Vesper walks quiet, his footfalls soft as breath, but his mind is reeling. At first, it’s just surface noise. A rock here, a shift in air pressure there. Smart, measured, deliberate. But then—like a lock clicking open—Jack’s thoughts unfurl, and it’s like stepping into a cathedral made of spider silk and loaded guns.
Vesper feels the web stretch, impossibly wide, impossibly precise. Every thread is tuned to something—names, symbols, shifts in tide, the weight of water on stone, the breath of danger. Not paranoia. Preparation. A net cast so wide it brushes against half the world and still knows how to twitch when something important hits.
And still Jack walks like he’s bored. Talks like they’re just strolling to a pub.
The boy’s shield doesn’t falter, but the tremor that slips through it betrays him anyway—a flicker of awe, of frustration, maybe even fear. By comparison, his mental reach feels like a campfire in a hurricane. Focused on instincts, not strategy. On feelings, not facts. Vesper tracks people. Jack tracks everything.
It’s a lot. Too much.
Vesper exhales through his nose, sharp and quiet, and it takes him a full two steps to answer. "I’m...fine," he mutters, though the word lands hollow. There’s a hesitation before he tacks on, voice dry but not as flippant as usual, "Just makin’ peace with the fact that you might actually be smarter than me."
Vesper feels the web stretch, impossibly wide, impossibly precise. Every thread is tuned to something—names, symbols, shifts in tide, the weight of water on stone, the breath of danger. Not paranoia. Preparation. A net cast so wide it brushes against half the world and still knows how to twitch when something important hits.
And still Jack walks like he’s bored. Talks like they’re just strolling to a pub.
The boy’s shield doesn’t falter, but the tremor that slips through it betrays him anyway—a flicker of awe, of frustration, maybe even fear. By comparison, his mental reach feels like a campfire in a hurricane. Focused on instincts, not strategy. On feelings, not facts. Vesper tracks people. Jack tracks everything.
It’s a lot. Too much.
Vesper exhales through his nose, sharp and quiet, and it takes him a full two steps to answer. "I’m...fine," he mutters, though the word lands hollow. There’s a hesitation before he tacks on, voice dry but not as flippant as usual, "Just makin’ peace with the fact that you might actually be smarter than me."
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.
