VESPER
Vesper’s already behind the bar when Mateo saunters in, the kind of slow, lazy motion that always suggests he’s been there for hours even if he just wandered in ten minutes ago. The bar’s dim lighting throws sharp angles and faint starlight across his features, catching on the constellation freckles dusted over his cheekbones. His shirt—charcoal grey, silk, and only buttoned up to mid-chest—is rolled at the sleeves and clings just enough to suggest he didn’t come here intending to lift crates or mop floors.
Silver chains glint at his collarbone, layered and subtle, some threaded with star-shaped charms, others just delicate metal links that disappear into the shadows of his shirt. Rings crowd his fingers, mismatched but elegant—thin silver bands, a chunkier one stamped with a crescent moon, another with a chip of pale tourmaline set crooked in its bezel. A deck of playing cards sits abandoned near the cash box, fanned slightly as if he’d been mid-shuffle before the door creaked open.
Now, with both palms braced against the bar, he leans forward just enough to let a curl of pale hair fall toward his eyes. The drawl he greets Mateo with is syrup-smooth and far too casual to be unintentional. "Anything you see that you'd be interested in samplin'?"
Silver chains glint at his collarbone, layered and subtle, some threaded with star-shaped charms, others just delicate metal links that disappear into the shadows of his shirt. Rings crowd his fingers, mismatched but elegant—thin silver bands, a chunkier one stamped with a crescent moon, another with a chip of pale tourmaline set crooked in its bezel. A deck of playing cards sits abandoned near the cash box, fanned slightly as if he’d been mid-shuffle before the door creaked open.
Now, with both palms braced against the bar, he leans forward just enough to let a curl of pale hair fall toward his eyes. The drawl he greets Mateo with is syrup-smooth and far too casual to be unintentional. "Anything you see that you'd be interested in samplin'?"
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.
