VESPER
His shadows slip like ink to his fingertips, coiling and twitching as if they’ve heard what she said and are waiting for his permission to act. Vesper doesn’t move—doesn’t need to. The way his fingers curl, slow and deliberate, is enough.
The peppermint bark cracks faintly between his teeth.
She’s trying to bait him and he fucking knows it. But weak hits different when it’s levelled at his mother, and though his face remains carefully blank, his shadows betray him—writhing in quiet, seething lines along the cobblestones.
He lifts his chin slightly, glancing toward the sky like he’s weighing a prayer he has no intention of sending. Then his eyes drop, pale and unblinking, back to her. "Maybe you’re right," he murmurs. "Maybe it’s Safrin who’s got it all wrong." The words are slow, measured, meant to lull. But his smile doesn’t reach his eyes.
"Or maybe—just maybe—since she didn’t turn tail and fuck off to become stone the second the world got hard to handle, maybe Dygra just doesn’t give a fuck about you anymore." His tone is soft now. Cruel in how gentle it is. "Maybe she saw what you’ve turned into, and figured it was just less energy to pat you on your head and send you along."
The peppermint bark cracks faintly between his teeth.
She’s trying to bait him and he fucking knows it. But weak hits different when it’s levelled at his mother, and though his face remains carefully blank, his shadows betray him—writhing in quiet, seething lines along the cobblestones.
He lifts his chin slightly, glancing toward the sky like he’s weighing a prayer he has no intention of sending. Then his eyes drop, pale and unblinking, back to her. "Maybe you’re right," he murmurs. "Maybe it’s Safrin who’s got it all wrong." The words are slow, measured, meant to lull. But his smile doesn’t reach his eyes.
"Or maybe—just maybe—since she didn’t turn tail and fuck off to become stone the second the world got hard to handle, maybe Dygra just doesn’t give a fuck about you anymore." His tone is soft now. Cruel in how gentle it is. "Maybe she saw what you’ve turned into, and figured it was just less energy to pat you on your head and send you along."
wake me when it's over
like a bad dream
like a bad dream
☆ 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.
