// Sweet shot of kerosene //
Vesper leans back a little more against the stone, the shadows around his shoulders gathering like lazy smoke, curling and dispersing without direction. "Ain’t that we inherited it," he says after a beat. "Nova just sucked up all the warmth like a sponge. Left us with nothin’ but wit and sharp edges." He casts a sidelong glance toward Caly, one brow arched, the ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You, me—we’re the frostier flavours. Pretty, but not exactly made for meltin’."
His fingers trail idly across the water again, distorting their reflections in soft, spiralling ripples. "Besides," he adds. "You burn hot enough when you want to that no one’s gonna notice whether it’s for love or for blood." His shadows shift at the edge of the pool, slipping over the stone like ink spilled in slow motion. Beneath the teasing, there’s something else—pride, maybe. Familiarity. The comfort of someone who’s never had to lie to his sisters about what they are.
The grin that follows is half self-aware and half unapologetic. And only after that does he lean back fully again—right into the wave she sends his way. Water splashes against his chest, and he blinks through it, his hair sticking to his brow as he gives her the most dramatic deadpan imaginable. Then, slowly, he exhales through his nose.
"That party Pierce is gonna be throwin'? He ain’t said where yet, but me an’ Jack reckon it’ll be in Torchline." His eyes flick over to her, glittering just slightly. "You goin’?"
His fingers trail idly across the water again, distorting their reflections in soft, spiralling ripples. "Besides," he adds. "You burn hot enough when you want to that no one’s gonna notice whether it’s for love or for blood." His shadows shift at the edge of the pool, slipping over the stone like ink spilled in slow motion. Beneath the teasing, there’s something else—pride, maybe. Familiarity. The comfort of someone who’s never had to lie to his sisters about what they are.
The grin that follows is half self-aware and half unapologetic. And only after that does he lean back fully again—right into the wave she sends his way. Water splashes against his chest, and he blinks through it, his hair sticking to his brow as he gives her the most dramatic deadpan imaginable. Then, slowly, he exhales through his nose.
"That party Pierce is gonna be throwin'? He ain’t said where yet, but me an’ Jack reckon it’ll be in Torchline." His eyes flick over to her, glittering just slightly. "You goin’?"
Vesper
// When I threw it back, it poisoned me //
☆ 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.
