come real quick & get inside my mind
Whatever satisfaction Vesper gets from the bull following after him dies a swift, dusty death the second it slams into the fencing. His shadows still hiss along the dirt as he watches it thrash its way into the chute—though it’s the sight of white stripes and twitching whiskers behind it that earns a slow, sidelong glare from him. "Nice one," he mutters under his breath, eyes flicking toward Zenith. It’s not venom, exactly. Just the kind of drawled bite that lingers behind his teeth when someone makes a mess of his work and doesn’t seem terribly bothered by it.
He turns and strolls toward the mangled panels, tossing the rest of his peppermint bark into his mouth. Colt’s instructions echo somewhere behind him, but he’s already on the move, shadow tendrils snaking forward to test the warped edges of the fencing. No chance in hell he’s hauling it. Instead, one by one, he misty-steps the busted sections away, vanishing with a flicker of darkness and reappearing a dozen feet off to drop them near the booth.
Thorn’s thoughts flicker close enough to graze—protectiveness wrapped in sweet-talking charm, sharp as a thorn but careful not to draw blood. "Met her on my way to the House of Midnight," he says, shadows lifting a fresh panel into place beside him. "Wound up neck-deep in her quest shortly thereafter." His tone is nonchalant, but the glint in his eye says he remembers every blistering mile. "Hell of a way to get to know someone."
The panel thuds into the dirt as he eyes Thorn again, this time with the barest hint of a smile. "How ‘bout you? Seems like you and Colt go back a ways."
Vesp sasses his brother then helps Thorn with his shadows/misty step
He turns and strolls toward the mangled panels, tossing the rest of his peppermint bark into his mouth. Colt’s instructions echo somewhere behind him, but he’s already on the move, shadow tendrils snaking forward to test the warped edges of the fencing. No chance in hell he’s hauling it. Instead, one by one, he misty-steps the busted sections away, vanishing with a flicker of darkness and reappearing a dozen feet off to drop them near the booth.
Thorn’s thoughts flicker close enough to graze—protectiveness wrapped in sweet-talking charm, sharp as a thorn but careful not to draw blood. "Met her on my way to the House of Midnight," he says, shadows lifting a fresh panel into place beside him. "Wound up neck-deep in her quest shortly thereafter." His tone is nonchalant, but the glint in his eye says he remembers every blistering mile. "Hell of a way to get to know someone."
The panel thuds into the dirt as he eyes Thorn again, this time with the barest hint of a smile. "How ‘bout you? Seems like you and Colt go back a ways."
Vesp sasses his brother then helps Thorn with his shadows/misty step
☆ 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.
