The heat of LongHeat clings to the bones of the Hanged Man, but inside, the air hangs still—salted wood and stale citrus, the ghost of too many nights clinging to the bar like smoke. Vesper leans against it with one hip, a sprig of peppermint bark tucked lazily between his teeth, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm against the scratched surface. The place still smells like old rum, floor wax, and regret. Homey, in its own way.
His pale eyes sweep the room—chairs askew from some earlier brawl, a few cracks in the mirror behind the bar, the back corner still bearing the faint, lingering blush of the party that broke it all in.
"Alright," he says, voice smooth as melted ice, "we’re officially the new proprietors of this fine, upstandin’ establishment." He doesn’t sound even remotely sincere.
One hand reaches beneath the bar, rifling through what’s left of the stock while the other gestures toward the dim hallway leading to the supply closets. "Personally? I’d like to turn one of those supply closets into more of a private space." The pause is just long enough for innuendo to set in before he clarifies, half-grinning. "Somewhere folks can sneak off during parties without candalizin’ the upholstery."
He tosses a corked bottle onto the bar with a soft thunk and glances over his shoulder toward his sisters. "And someone," he drawls, "should have a word with the queen or her little ‘Lost and Found’ guild. See if they can crack open that locked back room." His eyes glitter faintly, shadows curling lazy around his boots. "Hell, maybe we join. We're good at findin' things, after all."
He straightens, stretching his arms wide as if to encompass the whole ramshackle pub. "So. What d’you two wanna change?"
PQ to Marinify the Hanged Man!
1. Vesper
2. Nova
3. Calypso
Round 1: What does everyone want to change/add/remove/update?
His pale eyes sweep the room—chairs askew from some earlier brawl, a few cracks in the mirror behind the bar, the back corner still bearing the faint, lingering blush of the party that broke it all in.
"Alright," he says, voice smooth as melted ice, "we’re officially the new proprietors of this fine, upstandin’ establishment." He doesn’t sound even remotely sincere.
One hand reaches beneath the bar, rifling through what’s left of the stock while the other gestures toward the dim hallway leading to the supply closets. "Personally? I’d like to turn one of those supply closets into more of a private space." The pause is just long enough for innuendo to set in before he clarifies, half-grinning. "Somewhere folks can sneak off during parties without candalizin’ the upholstery."
He tosses a corked bottle onto the bar with a soft thunk and glances over his shoulder toward his sisters. "And someone," he drawls, "should have a word with the queen or her little ‘Lost and Found’ guild. See if they can crack open that locked back room." His eyes glitter faintly, shadows curling lazy around his boots. "Hell, maybe we join. We're good at findin' things, after all."
He straightens, stretching his arms wide as if to encompass the whole ramshackle pub. "So. What d’you two wanna change?"
PQ to Marinify the Hanged Man!
1. Vesper
2. Nova
3. Calypso
Round 1: What does everyone want to change/add/remove/update?
I'm pedal to the metal make no mistake, this is my pity party, pity party
& I'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke
& I'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke
☆ 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.
