come real quick & get inside my mind
Vesper doesn’t flinch when Zenith’s thoughts scrape against his awareness, but he sure as hell doesn’t entertain them either. Whatever his brother’s opinions might be—tolerance, disdain, smug surprise—they slide right off the invisible edge of his interest. Like water off oiled leather. The only reaction he gives is a slow exhale through his nose as he rolls his shoulders back and moves to the next task without so much as a glance.
Thorn, though—he gets a grin. That sly, lopsided one that tugs at the corners of Vesper’s mouth when someone pokes at something and waits to see if it bruises. "That woman could get rid of a cloud if she put her mind to it," he drawls, brushing dirt from his hands as he rises. "So I’d wager she likes havin’ you around if you're still around." If Thorn’s fishing for a reaction to see if the demigod feels possessive over Colt or perhaps jealous, he'll have to be satisfied with the feather-light and decidedly unbothered grin he flashes before nodding in Colt's direction as new instructions are given.
His grimace is theatrical and unhidden as he approaches, long strides carrying him over to the corralled broncs. "Please tell me you can manage a latch without wreckin’ the rest of the fence," he mutters, eyeing the gates like they might detonate if his brother breathes too close to them. He slips between the bars to the waiting horse, low murmurs brushing from his lips as he extends a hand—not with magic, but just bare palms and steady fingers.
The horse tosses its head, muscles rippling, but Vesper moves slow. Calm. Confident. Shadows pool just behind his heels in case things get wild, but they stay dormant for now. His hands slide over the animal’s coat, tracing the lines of shoulder and spine before lifting the bucking rigging into place. He threads the front cinch and fastens it snug, pausing to glance back at his brother with a raised brow that very clearly says: don’t make me regret this.
The rear stays loose for now. No point getting launched into next week if Zenith decides to improvise again.
Vesp tells Zen not to fuck it up and puts the rigging on, waiting to tighten the back cinch when Zen is ready to open the gates.
Thorn, though—he gets a grin. That sly, lopsided one that tugs at the corners of Vesper’s mouth when someone pokes at something and waits to see if it bruises. "That woman could get rid of a cloud if she put her mind to it," he drawls, brushing dirt from his hands as he rises. "So I’d wager she likes havin’ you around if you're still around." If Thorn’s fishing for a reaction to see if the demigod feels possessive over Colt or perhaps jealous, he'll have to be satisfied with the feather-light and decidedly unbothered grin he flashes before nodding in Colt's direction as new instructions are given.
His grimace is theatrical and unhidden as he approaches, long strides carrying him over to the corralled broncs. "Please tell me you can manage a latch without wreckin’ the rest of the fence," he mutters, eyeing the gates like they might detonate if his brother breathes too close to them. He slips between the bars to the waiting horse, low murmurs brushing from his lips as he extends a hand—not with magic, but just bare palms and steady fingers.
The horse tosses its head, muscles rippling, but Vesper moves slow. Calm. Confident. Shadows pool just behind his heels in case things get wild, but they stay dormant for now. His hands slide over the animal’s coat, tracing the lines of shoulder and spine before lifting the bucking rigging into place. He threads the front cinch and fastens it snug, pausing to glance back at his brother with a raised brow that very clearly says: don’t make me regret this.
The rear stays loose for now. No point getting launched into next week if Zenith decides to improvise again.
Vesp tells Zen not to fuck it up and puts the rigging on, waiting to tighten the back cinch when Zen is ready to open the gates.
☆ 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.
