if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper chuckles, low and easy, the sound curling like smoke from his throat. "Oh, I’m keen to see," he says, voice still a touch gravely from the shift, hands sliding into his pockets as his gaze flicks toward the rise and fall of the land beyond. "I'm plannin' on bringin' my sisters. If anything ends up covered in glitter, you can go ahead and blame me." If anything happened to explode that'd probably be one of his sister's as well, but he'd just as soon Colt not worry herself about it.
He falls into step beside her, a lazy kind of stride that eats ground without trying. His shadows stay close, still loose from Safrin’s touch but quiet now, calm, as if the tension from earlier has finally left his bones. When they reach the wagon, he hops up with a casual grace, boots thudding soft against the wood as he settles into his spot like he’s ridden that bench a hundred times before.
The sun’s on its way down, casting the sky in smears of gold and peach, and already the first stars begin to bloom overhead—faint at first, then brighter, more insistent. Vesper leans back, stretching out with his arms behind him, gaze tipped toward the deepening dusk. "That one’s Tiamel," he says suddenly, pointing up without lifting his head. "Brightest one in that curve. Looks like a hook, yeah? And those three just off it—they’re the Daughters. Story goes, she cast her spear into the sea and called the land up from under it."
He doesn’t say he was there, born and raised in their light. He just points again, lazy, reverent. "That’s Haleth. Trader’s star. Shifts a little every season, just enough to drive sailors mad if they don’t learn her rhythm. And those—" His finger draws an arc through the sky, "—are the Hollowing."
So the rest of the wagon-ride and evening goes, with Vesper naming stars and reciting their histories for as long as Colt was inclined to hear about it.
~FIN
He falls into step beside her, a lazy kind of stride that eats ground without trying. His shadows stay close, still loose from Safrin’s touch but quiet now, calm, as if the tension from earlier has finally left his bones. When they reach the wagon, he hops up with a casual grace, boots thudding soft against the wood as he settles into his spot like he’s ridden that bench a hundred times before.
The sun’s on its way down, casting the sky in smears of gold and peach, and already the first stars begin to bloom overhead—faint at first, then brighter, more insistent. Vesper leans back, stretching out with his arms behind him, gaze tipped toward the deepening dusk. "That one’s Tiamel," he says suddenly, pointing up without lifting his head. "Brightest one in that curve. Looks like a hook, yeah? And those three just off it—they’re the Daughters. Story goes, she cast her spear into the sea and called the land up from under it."
He doesn’t say he was there, born and raised in their light. He just points again, lazy, reverent. "That’s Haleth. Trader’s star. Shifts a little every season, just enough to drive sailors mad if they don’t learn her rhythm. And those—" His finger draws an arc through the sky, "—are the Hollowing."
So the rest of the wagon-ride and evening goes, with Vesper naming stars and reciting their histories for as long as Colt was inclined to hear about it.
~FIN
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.
