when rome's in ruins, we are the lions
Vesper doesn’t blink at Jeff’s departure being mourned with a heartfelt farewell. Of course she named it. Of course it’s Jeff. His eyes cut briefly to the shelf where the spider has settled, legs twitching as it explores a bottle of dark rum like a curious drunk.
"Ass juice would sell," he says mildly, lifting a cloth to polish the shaker she didn’t use. "Not to the crowd you like, but you give that name to some sweaty bastard after a long haul at sea? He’d drink three just to prove somethin’." The cloth flashes, a flick of shadow sliding underneath to snag the next glass from the bar’s clutter with practiced ease.
Her pitch, though—Starbuds—pulls his mouth into a slow, crooked grin that’s one part reluctant approval and two parts amusement. "There she is," he murmurs. "Now that don’t make me wanna bleach my tongue just sayin’ it."
He gives her the glass with a flourish, letting her own invention rest lightly in her palm like a reward. The gold catches the light, the green glows faintly, and the basil leaf nods like it agrees with the name. "Starbuds it is. Gotta warn you, though—if we start gettin’ stoners showin’ up thinkin’ we serve somethin’ else, I’m blamin’ you."
"Ass juice would sell," he says mildly, lifting a cloth to polish the shaker she didn’t use. "Not to the crowd you like, but you give that name to some sweaty bastard after a long haul at sea? He’d drink three just to prove somethin’." The cloth flashes, a flick of shadow sliding underneath to snag the next glass from the bar’s clutter with practiced ease.
Her pitch, though—Starbuds—pulls his mouth into a slow, crooked grin that’s one part reluctant approval and two parts amusement. "There she is," he murmurs. "Now that don’t make me wanna bleach my tongue just sayin’ it."
He gives her the glass with a flourish, letting her own invention rest lightly in her palm like a reward. The gold catches the light, the green glows faintly, and the basil leaf nods like it agrees with the name. "Starbuds it is. Gotta warn you, though—if we start gettin’ stoners showin’ up thinkin’ we serve somethin’ else, I’m blamin’ you."
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.
