if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper saunters up like he’s got all the time in the world and none of the fear that should probably accompany stepping into a void alien's spontaneous public event. His shirt's unbuttoned, silver rings catching slivers of the weak sun as he ambles closer to the half-ruined stairway, one pale brow arching at the hand-painted signs. NO STABBING. KEEP YOUR TENTACLES TO YOURSELF.
"Fair enough," he murmurs, more amused than concerned.
He doesn’t say much at first, just slips a hand into his pocket and draws out a small cluster of maple seeds—the kind that spin like tiny helicopters when you drop them. With a flick of his fingers, he holds one between thumb and forefinger and lets it go. It whirls down, catching a gust of air before tumbling toward the earth in a lazy spiral.
"Always fall different," he says at last, glancing sidelong at Vox. "Depends on the breeze and how you let 'em go." There’s something quiet behind the casualness—measured, observant. Like he’s waiting for something else to start.
His eyes scan the edges of the crowd, pale gaze flicking toward the horizon where forest meets meadow. He doesn’t call her name, but he’s definitely looking for Colt. If Vox was fool enough to show up in her territory, Vesper figures she’ll come running. Whether it’s to watch the show or end it.
Vesper brings maple seeds!
"Fair enough," he murmurs, more amused than concerned.
He doesn’t say much at first, just slips a hand into his pocket and draws out a small cluster of maple seeds—the kind that spin like tiny helicopters when you drop them. With a flick of his fingers, he holds one between thumb and forefinger and lets it go. It whirls down, catching a gust of air before tumbling toward the earth in a lazy spiral.
"Always fall different," he says at last, glancing sidelong at Vox. "Depends on the breeze and how you let 'em go." There’s something quiet behind the casualness—measured, observant. Like he’s waiting for something else to start.
His eyes scan the edges of the crowd, pale gaze flicking toward the horizon where forest meets meadow. He doesn’t call her name, but he’s definitely looking for Colt. If Vox was fool enough to show up in her territory, Vesper figures she’ll come running. Whether it’s to watch the show or end it.
Vesper brings maple seeds!
And now it's turning out to be the worst of my bad habits
☆ 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.
