when rome's in ruins, we are the lions
The Hanged Man’s shadows curl low this early in the day, all violet haze and honey-glass reflections across the counter. Vesper stands behind it, sleeves rolled and one long curl of silver-blonde hair tied loosely at the nape of his neck. He looks like sin lounging in a stormcloud—shirt black, mostly unbuttoned, and clinging in all the right ways. The usual suspects hang from his neck: chains and charms, one of them a tiny glass vial of stardust that catches the light every time he shifts.
"It’s called a Heartstopper," he says dryly, leaning an elbow on the counter like gravity doesn’t quite apply to him. "Named for the fact that if you ask me one more time, I might pour the next one down your shirt."
The drink, to be fair, is obnoxiously pretty. Pale pink fading into mango-orange, a glittering sugar rim that’s borderline weaponized, and a single edible flower floating near the surface. It matches her hair a little too well to be a coincidence. "You want the ingredients or you wanna just critique the names?" he asks, flicking his fingers to stir a strand of shadow along the counter like a ribbon, looping lazily toward her swinging feet. His tone is pure amusement, but his eyes? All warning sparkle.
"It’s called a Heartstopper," he says dryly, leaning an elbow on the counter like gravity doesn’t quite apply to him. "Named for the fact that if you ask me one more time, I might pour the next one down your shirt."
The drink, to be fair, is obnoxiously pretty. Pale pink fading into mango-orange, a glittering sugar rim that’s borderline weaponized, and a single edible flower floating near the surface. It matches her hair a little too well to be a coincidence. "You want the ingredients or you wanna just critique the names?" he asks, flicking his fingers to stir a strand of shadow along the counter like a ribbon, looping lazily toward her swinging feet. His tone is pure amusement, but his eyes? All warning sparkle.
free of the colosseums
☆ 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.
