VESPER
Vesper glances at Colt as she arrives, and were it not for the fact that he didn't want to dart around and draw attention to himself, he might have appeared at her side and told both she and Thorn that fuckin' off might be for the best. Instead, he just swallows, pale blue eyes trained on the blonde until he feels the unmistakable pulse from his sisters.
Sprawled lazily across the floatie, Vesper lifts his head just enough to let the reflection of his sisters' glitter catch his eyes before it hits the water. Nova, all sunburst and chaos, is impossible to miss. Calypso trails her like a softer ripple behind a wave, her grace understated beside Nova’s glitterbomb of an entrance.
His expression doesn’t shift when Nova stumbles. But beneath the lazy drift of the floatie, Vesper’s shadows stir sharp and fast, ready to move. The moment her magic comes rushing back, the flare of all her elements at once, he lets out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
And when she cannonballs a miniature tidal wave directly into his face? He lets it hit. Just this once.
The float rocks violently, water sluicing off his chest and collarbones, but there’s no complaint. Just the slow drag of his tongue across the inside of his cheek as his shadows reach out—not aggressive, not teasing, just...anchoring. A steady curl around their waists, like seaweed coiling protectively from the ocean floor. He draws them in until the three of them are close enough to drown out everything else. "Pierce’s got a field up," he murmurs, low and dry, his voice barely audible over the lap of water. "Some kind of magic nullifier. Felt it the second I crossed into it just like you did." His fingers tap idly against the float’s edge, silver rings glinting with droplets.
He jerks his chin toward the far edge of the party, where the Dad Group (sans their own dad) are lingering. "They're plannin’ somethin’. Couldn’t get all of it before they stepped back, but if things go south..." His constellation freckles shimmer faintly, even in daylight. "We make a clean exit. Quick and quiet, got it?"
Sprawled lazily across the floatie, Vesper lifts his head just enough to let the reflection of his sisters' glitter catch his eyes before it hits the water. Nova, all sunburst and chaos, is impossible to miss. Calypso trails her like a softer ripple behind a wave, her grace understated beside Nova’s glitterbomb of an entrance.
His expression doesn’t shift when Nova stumbles. But beneath the lazy drift of the floatie, Vesper’s shadows stir sharp and fast, ready to move. The moment her magic comes rushing back, the flare of all her elements at once, he lets out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
And when she cannonballs a miniature tidal wave directly into his face? He lets it hit. Just this once.
The float rocks violently, water sluicing off his chest and collarbones, but there’s no complaint. Just the slow drag of his tongue across the inside of his cheek as his shadows reach out—not aggressive, not teasing, just...anchoring. A steady curl around their waists, like seaweed coiling protectively from the ocean floor. He draws them in until the three of them are close enough to drown out everything else. "Pierce’s got a field up," he murmurs, low and dry, his voice barely audible over the lap of water. "Some kind of magic nullifier. Felt it the second I crossed into it just like you did." His fingers tap idly against the float’s edge, silver rings glinting with droplets.
He jerks his chin toward the far edge of the party, where the Dad Group (sans their own dad) are lingering. "They're plannin’ somethin’. Couldn’t get all of it before they stepped back, but if things go south..." His constellation freckles shimmer faintly, even in daylight. "We make a clean exit. Quick and quiet, got it?"
I said, I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead
This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end
This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end
☆ 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.
