maybe smoking one more cigarette won't turn your lungs to ashes
Vesper doesn’t flinch at the customer-service smile. Doesn’t even twitch when Koa ’s voice flattens around the request for water, too perfectly pitched to be anything but a leash yanked taut. He just sets the glass down he'd been holding, and leans forward on his elbows like he’s settling in for a story.
But he doesn’t bite. He’s a telepath after all, not a drama club extra, and he’s been on the receiving end of colder glances from warmer people.
Still, the static flickering at the edge of Sohalia ’s mind is... disappointing. Not in the way people are when they’re cruel or bitter, but in the way that unspoken grief turns things inward. Whatever she’s feeling about the little cluster of chaos beside the bar, it’s folding in on itself like a burned note, and the taste of ashes is not one he finds particularly palatable.
"Water’s already covered," he says mildly, a flick of his fingers indicating the pitcher and glasses Sohalia’s reaching for. His eyes flick lazily towardKoa, one brow arching like punctuation. "But since you’re so invested, maybe you oughta help her pass 'em out."
The grin that follows is slow and sharkish, but there’s no real teeth in it. Just a dry flick of amusement and the subtle nudge of a point being made.
He doesn’t needKoa to look at Sohalia again. Doesn’t need to press. He’s already heard the way his thoughts skipped when her name was called. Already felt the flicker of jealousy when Vesper leaned in close. No sense rubbing salt in a wound no one’s ready to admit is bleeding. It is boring, though.
Instead, he lets his attention drift—toward Calypso’s shot-slick laugh, Kaisel’s sugar-rimmed boldness, the burn of Mateo’s lips against the party’s pulse—before lining up another round of shots so that Mr. I'll Shoot My Shot When I'm Ready can stop tugging at his balls.
But he doesn’t bite. He’s a telepath after all, not a drama club extra, and he’s been on the receiving end of colder glances from warmer people.
Still, the static flickering at the edge of Sohalia ’s mind is... disappointing. Not in the way people are when they’re cruel or bitter, but in the way that unspoken grief turns things inward. Whatever she’s feeling about the little cluster of chaos beside the bar, it’s folding in on itself like a burned note, and the taste of ashes is not one he finds particularly palatable.
"Water’s already covered," he says mildly, a flick of his fingers indicating the pitcher and glasses Sohalia’s reaching for. His eyes flick lazily toward
The grin that follows is slow and sharkish, but there’s no real teeth in it. Just a dry flick of amusement and the subtle nudge of a point being made.
He doesn’t need
Instead, he lets his attention drift—toward Calypso’s shot-slick laugh, Kaisel’s sugar-rimmed boldness, the burn of Mateo’s lips against the party’s pulse—before lining up another round of shots so that Mr. I'll Shoot My Shot When I'm Ready can stop tugging at his balls.
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.
