I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky
Vesper hears them—of course he does. His sisters’ voices wind through the air behind him like sunlight through windchimes: bright, sharp, impossible to ignore, especially Nova's prickly outrage. He doesn’t turn, just lets a slow smirk tug at the corner of his mouth as he tips his head a fraction closer to Mateo instead.
"Messy," he murmurs at the explanation, his gaze trailing towardKoa with lazy interest. "Sounds like a recipe for someone endin’ up single...or stabbed." His tone stays level, dry as summer sand. "Could be both. Hope he brought a get-well card and some ice cream."
There’s movement at the food table then—sudden, chaotic—and Vesper’s gaze cuts toward it just in time to see a very suspicious flick of someone’s wrist. There’s a blur of beans and poor choices brewing. He sighs, long and theatrical, before rising fluidly to his feet. "Far be it from me to interrupt culinary warfare," he drawls, brushing a bit of sand from his shirt, "but I’d rather not spend the rest of the afternoon wearin’ shrimp salad."
His eyes flick down to Mateo, catching the glint of pineapple between his fingers. "Can I tempt you away from here?" he asks, tone low and suggestive beneath its casual veneer. "Could set up somewhere quieter. Fewer bits of food flyin' around. Better view."
And then, because he’s never above giving his point a little more weight, he adds with a lazy smile, "Promise not to throw anything unless it’s compliments."
"Messy," he murmurs at the explanation, his gaze trailing toward
There’s movement at the food table then—sudden, chaotic—and Vesper’s gaze cuts toward it just in time to see a very suspicious flick of someone’s wrist. There’s a blur of beans and poor choices brewing. He sighs, long and theatrical, before rising fluidly to his feet. "Far be it from me to interrupt culinary warfare," he drawls, brushing a bit of sand from his shirt, "but I’d rather not spend the rest of the afternoon wearin’ shrimp salad."
His eyes flick down to Mateo, catching the glint of pineapple between his fingers. "Can I tempt you away from here?" he asks, tone low and suggestive beneath its casual veneer. "Could set up somewhere quieter. Fewer bits of food flyin' around. Better view."
And then, because he’s never above giving his point a little more weight, he adds with a lazy smile, "Promise not to throw anything unless it’s compliments."
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.
