VESPER
Vesper doesn’t wait for the panic to fully ripple—he feels it before the shouts rise, before the knives start flying. It cuts through the humid air like a sharp change in current, something instinctual and electric. The moment Frey’s power blooms through the scene like a flower blooming too fast, too violently, he’s already shifting in the water.
His eyes catch on Jack, the smuggler lingering like a stormcloud too far off to smell the rain from, and that’s all the confirmation he needs. Whatever plan is going down, it’s happening now—and it’s not their fight. A ripple of shadows slithers like black water from beneath the floatie, nudging at Nova and Calypso with firm but careful insistence. "Out," Vesper mutters, low and sharp as salt. "This ain’t our brand of chaos."
He slides into the water with practiced ease, already guiding them away from the centre of the fray. "You two are made of starlight, not shrapnel. Let’s keep it that way."
As they step out onto the sand, he glances once more toward the thrashing scene—figures moving like storm surge, radiant power clashing with steel. His eyes find Colt where she’s tangled around Thorn like the wildfire she is, and a rare thing flickers behind his gaze: relief. She’s not alone. She’s fighting, but not alone.
Still, the shadows at Vesper’s back are alive and ready, flicking like a threatened serpent’s tail as he herds his sisters farther down the beach, away from the violence blooming behind them.
Vesp tries to herd Caly and Nova the fuck out.
His eyes catch on Jack, the smuggler lingering like a stormcloud too far off to smell the rain from, and that’s all the confirmation he needs. Whatever plan is going down, it’s happening now—and it’s not their fight. A ripple of shadows slithers like black water from beneath the floatie, nudging at Nova and Calypso with firm but careful insistence. "Out," Vesper mutters, low and sharp as salt. "This ain’t our brand of chaos."
He slides into the water with practiced ease, already guiding them away from the centre of the fray. "You two are made of starlight, not shrapnel. Let’s keep it that way."
As they step out onto the sand, he glances once more toward the thrashing scene—figures moving like storm surge, radiant power clashing with steel. His eyes find Colt where she’s tangled around Thorn like the wildfire she is, and a rare thing flickers behind his gaze: relief. She’s not alone. She’s fighting, but not alone.
Still, the shadows at Vesper’s back are alive and ready, flicking like a threatened serpent’s tail as he herds his sisters farther down the beach, away from the violence blooming behind them.
Vesp tries to herd Caly and Nova the fuck out.
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.
