VESPER
Vesper chuckles low in his throat, the sound like velvet catching on something sharp. "Passin’ by without sayin’ hello?" he echoes, pushing off the railing just enough to face Niki more fully. "Now that’d be rude." Pausing, he smirks, knowing without the use of telepathy what the necromancer would think of Vesper's being rude. "Y'can go ahead and make the joke, even though it's low-hanging fruit. I imagine that's the only sort you can reach."
The grin that follows is all bite and glitter, deliberately slow as it spreads across his lips. He lifts his brows, deliberately letting his gaze drag—lazy and unhurried—from the tilt of Niki’s shoulders to the fall of his cane and back up again. "’Course you made an impression," he purrs.
When the retort about his mother lands, he scoffs—not wounded, just amused. "Mm. I’m sure you know all about people findin’ it unfortunate to meet with you." His eyes flick like starlight over the other man before pausing, and something subtle pulls tight around the edges of his mouth. "Mothers...not so much." It’s said lightly, but there’s precision in the pause, a scalpel slipped in among the velvet.
Then, as if the air hadn’t thickened at all, he spins the mood back to its usual sharp-edged charm. "But love?" he echoes with mock-surprise, as though the concept should be beyond someone like him. "I make time for the important things."
Then, with a shrug and a smirk like summer mischief, he adds, "Travel’s nice too. All that movin’, not bein' cooped up in one little place." His glance flicks toward the cane, brief and deliberate, before snapping back with a devil’s grin.
The grin that follows is all bite and glitter, deliberately slow as it spreads across his lips. He lifts his brows, deliberately letting his gaze drag—lazy and unhurried—from the tilt of Niki’s shoulders to the fall of his cane and back up again. "’Course you made an impression," he purrs.
When the retort about his mother lands, he scoffs—not wounded, just amused. "Mm. I’m sure you know all about people findin’ it unfortunate to meet with you." His eyes flick like starlight over the other man before pausing, and something subtle pulls tight around the edges of his mouth. "Mothers...not so much." It’s said lightly, but there’s precision in the pause, a scalpel slipped in among the velvet.
Then, as if the air hadn’t thickened at all, he spins the mood back to its usual sharp-edged charm. "But love?" he echoes with mock-surprise, as though the concept should be beyond someone like him. "I make time for the important things."
Then, with a shrug and a smirk like summer mischief, he adds, "Travel’s nice too. All that movin’, not bein' cooped up in one little place." His glance flicks toward the cane, brief and deliberate, before snapping back with a devil’s grin.
wake me when it's over
like a bad dream
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.
