// I got this feeling, yeah, you know where I'm losing all control //
Vesper doesn’t answer right away, not with the way the jungle presses close around them, damp and heavy. The thick air clings like guilt, and the shadows underfoot barely stir with his steps—they’re tired too, sluggish where they’d usually slither. He runs a hand back through his hair as they move, the sweat-damp curls refusing to do anything useful. Still, he doesn’t complain. His shirt’s still tied around his waist, his ribs ache, and his boots squelch now and then with every squashed leaf or bit of vine, but he keeps going. Quiet, for a time.
Then: "Nova’s the loud one." His voice is low but steady, a small rhythm against the background noise of insects and distant heat-hisses. "Spends half her time talkin’ and the other half gettin' into mischief. Usually glitter-covered, always got somethin’ in her hair, and somehow it’s never dirt."
He goes silent for a few more steps, and then around the edge of a smile he says: "Caly’s more like the ocean. Pretty and easy to love from a distance, but you turn your back and she’ll drag you straight under. She likes things the way she likes 'em and is quick to let you know when she ain't impressed."
He glances her way without turning his head, sidestepping the same vine she’s avoiding. "They’re trouble," he adds, softer now. "But they’re mine. Only thing in this world I’d crawl back outta a grave for, if it came to that." He wouldn't do it for his latest sibling, not even for his dear old dad, but for his sisters? Nothin' he wouldn't give.
"Why d’you ask?" It’s not accusatory, just curious, like he’s trying to see which corner of himself she’s trying to peek into.
Then: "Nova’s the loud one." His voice is low but steady, a small rhythm against the background noise of insects and distant heat-hisses. "Spends half her time talkin’ and the other half gettin' into mischief. Usually glitter-covered, always got somethin’ in her hair, and somehow it’s never dirt."
He goes silent for a few more steps, and then around the edge of a smile he says: "Caly’s more like the ocean. Pretty and easy to love from a distance, but you turn your back and she’ll drag you straight under. She likes things the way she likes 'em and is quick to let you know when she ain't impressed."
He glances her way without turning his head, sidestepping the same vine she’s avoiding. "They’re trouble," he adds, softer now. "But they’re mine. Only thing in this world I’d crawl back outta a grave for, if it came to that." He wouldn't do it for his latest sibling, not even for his dear old dad, but for his sisters? Nothin' he wouldn't give.
"Why d’you ask?" It’s not accusatory, just curious, like he’s trying to see which corner of himself she’s trying to peek into.
Vesper
//Go ahead and throw your stones, 'cause there's magic in my bones //
☆ 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.
