come real quick & get inside my mind
The mare swings hard, but she finds nothing but air. Vesper misty-steps out of her path with a ripple of shadow, reappearing just outside the danger zone with a sharp exhale and a low mutter that never quite becomes a curse. She slams into the panelling where he’d been seconds before, rattling the gate with fury and fear. A flick of his fingers calls the shadows back to him, coiling like smoke around the rigging as he tightens the bucking strap with precise, deliberate pulls—no rush, no tremble, just control.
By the time she’s cleared and the runs are done, he’s brushing dust from his sleeves as Colt calls him out.
He catches her thoughts like smoke on a breeze: unsettled, uncertain, flickering fast and faint. It’s not distrust exactly—just the kind of carefulness that only comes from someone who doesn’t like giving her reins to anyone, especially not someone like him. Vesper doesn’t press, doesn’t prod, just lets a slow grin rise to his lips as he meets her gaze with something amused and knowing. "Trailin’ bulls now, huh?" he drawls, one brow rising. "You really know how to ask the nicest shit of a man." Helping to birth unicorns, parading through the desert, trailing behind the angriest sons of bitches you could likely come across.
He doesn’t complain though, just steps into position as her instructions hit. His shadows reach first, curling around the gate’s latch like a second set of limbs, keeping him clear of the chute. He watches the rider settle, tips his chin in return to the hat nod, then—slam—throws the gate wide with a ripple of force that surges and dissipates like a wave. Bull and rider explode into the arena, and Vesper steps back as the outriders move in to corral the beast once the cowboy hits the dirt.
Without missing stride, he falls in beside Colt, shadow-trailing in his wake as they move to the next gate.
Vesper uses his shadows to open the gate to keep himself clear of the bulls!
By the time she’s cleared and the runs are done, he’s brushing dust from his sleeves as Colt calls him out.
He catches her thoughts like smoke on a breeze: unsettled, uncertain, flickering fast and faint. It’s not distrust exactly—just the kind of carefulness that only comes from someone who doesn’t like giving her reins to anyone, especially not someone like him. Vesper doesn’t press, doesn’t prod, just lets a slow grin rise to his lips as he meets her gaze with something amused and knowing. "Trailin’ bulls now, huh?" he drawls, one brow rising. "You really know how to ask the nicest shit of a man." Helping to birth unicorns, parading through the desert, trailing behind the angriest sons of bitches you could likely come across.
He doesn’t complain though, just steps into position as her instructions hit. His shadows reach first, curling around the gate’s latch like a second set of limbs, keeping him clear of the chute. He watches the rider settle, tips his chin in return to the hat nod, then—slam—throws the gate wide with a ripple of force that surges and dissipates like a wave. Bull and rider explode into the arena, and Vesper steps back as the outriders move in to corral the beast once the cowboy hits the dirt.
Without missing stride, he falls in beside Colt, shadow-trailing in his wake as they move to the next gate.
Vesper uses his shadows to open the gate to keep himself clear of the bulls!
☆ 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.
