VESPER
Vesper snorts under his breath, the sound thin and dry as a summer drought. His shadows coil tighter in the air like smoke made mean, one of them darting forward to clip another hel mid-flight and send it tumbling with a shriek into the shallows. "Yeah," he murmurs, chin tilting toward his shoulder like the truth ain’t much but still worth confirming. "Gift from dear ol’ mum."
But then, with the tide surging and the hels scattering under arc and shadow both, Vesper shifts gears. He doesn’t announce it, instead letting the edge fall off his voice as he leans back against the rail, one arm lazily draped while the other calls a lazy flick of magic through the air.
"Could do more with it, probably," he mutters. "Make it hurt more, or...turn it into somethin’ that covers my sisters. Shield ‘em, maybe." He rolls a silver ring along one finger, gaze tracking the last hel as it skims the surface. "Hard to say if the best defense’s a good offense, or if that’s just the shit people say when they’ve got nothin’ to lose."
Then, a glance toward Jack—cool as ever, but his shields drop just enough to let the sincerity bleed through. It’s not some roundabout way to show off. He wants to know. Wants his father’s take, even if he doesn’t put a name to that.
"What d’you reckon?"
But then, with the tide surging and the hels scattering under arc and shadow both, Vesper shifts gears. He doesn’t announce it, instead letting the edge fall off his voice as he leans back against the rail, one arm lazily draped while the other calls a lazy flick of magic through the air.
"Could do more with it, probably," he mutters. "Make it hurt more, or...turn it into somethin’ that covers my sisters. Shield ‘em, maybe." He rolls a silver ring along one finger, gaze tracking the last hel as it skims the surface. "Hard to say if the best defense’s a good offense, or if that’s just the shit people say when they’ve got nothin’ to lose."
Then, a glance toward Jack—cool as ever, but his shields drop just enough to let the sincerity bleed through. It’s not some roundabout way to show off. He wants to know. Wants his father’s take, even if he doesn’t put a name to that.
"What d’you reckon?"
wake me when it's over like a bad dream
☆ 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.
