VESPER
Vesper watches her roll with the kind of keen satisfaction that flickers behind his eyes like a slow burn. Ash bursts in a little cloud as she hits the ground and he sidesteps fast, boots scraping against the glassy crust of cooled lava. "Graceful," he murmurs, almost admiring, like the tumble was choreographed for his entertainment.
But he doesn't have long to gloat.
Her leg scythes out low and fast, all instinct and ferocity, and his shadow barely has time to whisper a warning before it connects.
It’s not clean—he shifts just enough that her kick clips his calf instead of sweeping both feet—but it’s enough to jar his balance. Vesper stumbles a step back, teeth bared in a hiss, catching himself with one hand on the blister-warm rock beside him. His breath hitches, sharp with impact, then steadies as he straightens and flicks ash from his shirt with exaggerated calm.
"Alright then," he says, voice rough but lazy as ever, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Guess we’re not flirtin’ anymore."
His shadows coil like snakes at his heels, tension winding back through his limbs as he braces again. "Y’know, if I win this round, I’m keepin’ that smug little smirk of yours in a jar." And then, with a quick burst of movement, he lunges—not misty-step this time, but sheer speed—feinting a punch before twisting low to try and sweep her legs from under her again with a sharper burst of shadow laced across the ground like a whip.
But he doesn't have long to gloat.
Her leg scythes out low and fast, all instinct and ferocity, and his shadow barely has time to whisper a warning before it connects.
It’s not clean—he shifts just enough that her kick clips his calf instead of sweeping both feet—but it’s enough to jar his balance. Vesper stumbles a step back, teeth bared in a hiss, catching himself with one hand on the blister-warm rock beside him. His breath hitches, sharp with impact, then steadies as he straightens and flicks ash from his shirt with exaggerated calm.
"Alright then," he says, voice rough but lazy as ever, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Guess we’re not flirtin’ anymore."
His shadows coil like snakes at his heels, tension winding back through his limbs as he braces again. "Y’know, if I win this round, I’m keepin’ that smug little smirk of yours in a jar." And then, with a quick burst of movement, he lunges—not misty-step this time, but sheer speed—feinting a punch before twisting low to try and sweep her legs from under her again with a sharper burst of shadow laced across the ground like a whip.
Push, shove, a little bruised and battered
oh lord, I ain't coming home with you
oh lord, I ain't coming home with you
☆ 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.
