VESPER
Vesper chuckles, low and slow, like it’s caught on a curl of smoke. "I’m very teachable," he drawls, not bothering to hide the way his eyes flick again across Niki’s flushed face. He doesn’t smile at the heat there—not directly—but there’s a certain curl to the corner of his mouth, a quiet satisfaction at how it lingers beneath the necromancer’s controlled exterior.
He makes no mention of the imagined bone beneath skin, though he plucks that notion from Niki’s thoughts like a ripe fruit. Instead, he smooths a hand along the railing, casually tracing the grain of the wood as he murmurs, "Seems inconsiderate not to ask, really. ‘Course, maybe you just didn’t want the answer." His grin sharpens as he glances sidelong. "Can’t say I blame you."
The comment about dead mothers earns a shrug from the demigod, a ripple of nonchalance too practiced not to be intentional. As far as Vesper was concerned, it still didn't give Niki a leg (ha) to stand on when it came to commenting on maternal disappointment.
Then, as Niki turns to his notebook and dismisses him with every ounce of posture and poise, Vesper only scoffs, rich with mockery. "Stars above," he drawls, voice lilting like a southern breeze full of burrs. "What large opinions you must have of yourself." He sweeps a hand lazily through the air, gesturing around at the quiet platform nestled in the branches. "You’ll have to point out the sign next time," he adds, eyes gleaming. "The one that says this whole place belongs to you. 'Cause unless I missed it, one man’s mood swing ain’t enough to make me unwelcome." He flashes a smile like a silver dagger.
He makes no mention of the imagined bone beneath skin, though he plucks that notion from Niki’s thoughts like a ripe fruit. Instead, he smooths a hand along the railing, casually tracing the grain of the wood as he murmurs, "Seems inconsiderate not to ask, really. ‘Course, maybe you just didn’t want the answer." His grin sharpens as he glances sidelong. "Can’t say I blame you."
The comment about dead mothers earns a shrug from the demigod, a ripple of nonchalance too practiced not to be intentional. As far as Vesper was concerned, it still didn't give Niki a leg (ha) to stand on when it came to commenting on maternal disappointment.
Then, as Niki turns to his notebook and dismisses him with every ounce of posture and poise, Vesper only scoffs, rich with mockery. "Stars above," he drawls, voice lilting like a southern breeze full of burrs. "What large opinions you must have of yourself." He sweeps a hand lazily through the air, gesturing around at the quiet platform nestled in the branches. "You’ll have to point out the sign next time," he adds, eyes gleaming. "The one that says this whole place belongs to you. 'Cause unless I missed it, one man’s mood swing ain’t enough to make me unwelcome." He flashes a smile like a silver dagger.
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.
