I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky
Vesper hears them before he sees them.
A ripple across his senses—calm, disciplined, like footfalls in a temple—and then the texture of thought: orderly, meticulous, familiar in the way glass is familiar. Hadama’s presence is unmistakable, even in the quiet hum of the Isles. The patrol shifts past the edges of his mind like shadows in a library aisle, hushed and respectful. No words wasted, no stray noise. Vesper’s brow ticks upward as he stops his slow trudge along the jungle’s edge, gaze flicking toward the water just in time to catch the sleek rise of something larger than a shark.
Still, he schools his face into quiet surprise when Hadama emerges—half man, half sea, the sun gilding the edges of his damp skin like a coin lifted from deep water. The demigod’s greeting lands like a stone in still tide, measured and direct.
Vesper inclines his head in return, casual but not disrespectful. "They’re doin’ fine," he says with an easy drawl, brushing his knuckles once along the strap of the satchel across his chest. "Rowdy, mostly. But that’s their natural state."
He doesn’t elaborate—because Hadama hadn’t asked to know—but there's no malice in the reticence. Just the acknowledgment that family, in all its tangled gravity, doesn't require explaining.
His shadows drift at his ankles, mirroring his relaxed stance as he nods once toward the waterline. "And yours?" He doesn’t know if Hadama has siblings, or lovers, or anyone at all—but it feels like the expected thing to say. Reciprocity, as far as Vesper’s concerned, is a kind of currency.
A ripple across his senses—calm, disciplined, like footfalls in a temple—and then the texture of thought: orderly, meticulous, familiar in the way glass is familiar. Hadama’s presence is unmistakable, even in the quiet hum of the Isles. The patrol shifts past the edges of his mind like shadows in a library aisle, hushed and respectful. No words wasted, no stray noise. Vesper’s brow ticks upward as he stops his slow trudge along the jungle’s edge, gaze flicking toward the water just in time to catch the sleek rise of something larger than a shark.
Still, he schools his face into quiet surprise when Hadama emerges—half man, half sea, the sun gilding the edges of his damp skin like a coin lifted from deep water. The demigod’s greeting lands like a stone in still tide, measured and direct.
Vesper inclines his head in return, casual but not disrespectful. "They’re doin’ fine," he says with an easy drawl, brushing his knuckles once along the strap of the satchel across his chest. "Rowdy, mostly. But that’s their natural state."
He doesn’t elaborate—because Hadama hadn’t asked to know—but there's no malice in the reticence. Just the acknowledgment that family, in all its tangled gravity, doesn't require explaining.
His shadows drift at his ankles, mirroring his relaxed stance as he nods once toward the waterline. "And yours?" He doesn’t know if Hadama has siblings, or lovers, or anyone at all—but it feels like the expected thing to say. Reciprocity, as far as Vesper’s concerned, is a kind of currency.
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.
