if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper doesn’t flinch when she appears—not in surprise, not in awe. He just breathes in. Like the weight in his chest finds space again, like everything around him stills so she can move through it. "Ma," he murmurs again, the title slipping out softer this time as her starlight brushes against him. When she cups his cheek, he leans into it—not boyishly, not broken—but with the quiet assurance of someone who knows this touch, this light, like a compass knows north. His lashes lower just briefly. If she can feel anything through him—emotion, sensation—it’ll be something wordless and warm. Not reverence, not exactly. Something closer to relief. A tether slackening for just a moment.
His shadows stretch without hesitation as her magic coils into him, lengthening like tendrils of ink in water, 30 feet now, sleek and steady as they taste the edges of their new range. He doesn’t restrain them; he lets them roll out like a sigh, shadows flexing and adjusting to the change the way muscles stretch after a long sleep.
When Safrin’s gaze slips past him, Vesper follows it with a glance over his shoulder, his lips already quirking. The edge of his smirk is back, but dulled to something gentler. Something that might be a close cousin to affection. "That’s Colt," he says, tilting his head her way with a lazy nod. "Gonna host a rodeo soon. Also," he adds, a flicker of dry humour slipping back into his tone, "just punched my shoulder clean outta its socket." The grin turns sharp for a second, but not unkind.
He rolls that same shoulder now, testing its range with a slow, purposeful motion, as if to prove he’s not mad about it. The ache’s mostly gone now anyway, drowned out by the presence of his mother.
His shadows stretch without hesitation as her magic coils into him, lengthening like tendrils of ink in water, 30 feet now, sleek and steady as they taste the edges of their new range. He doesn’t restrain them; he lets them roll out like a sigh, shadows flexing and adjusting to the change the way muscles stretch after a long sleep.
When Safrin’s gaze slips past him, Vesper follows it with a glance over his shoulder, his lips already quirking. The edge of his smirk is back, but dulled to something gentler. Something that might be a close cousin to affection. "That’s Colt," he says, tilting his head her way with a lazy nod. "Gonna host a rodeo soon. Also," he adds, a flicker of dry humour slipping back into his tone, "just punched my shoulder clean outta its socket." The grin turns sharp for a second, but not unkind.
He rolls that same shoulder now, testing its range with a slow, purposeful motion, as if to prove he’s not mad about it. The ache’s mostly gone now anyway, drowned out by the presence of his mother.
And now it's turning out to be the worst of my bad habits
☆ 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.
