VESPER
Vesper grins the moment he hears his name leave Niki’s mouth, like the syllables themselves are some unexpected treat. "Mm," he hums, the sound languid and half-pleased, like a cat stretching in the sun. Then, lifting his brows, he feigns surprise with just enough subtlety to leave room for insult. "I’m bothering you?" he echoes innocently, as if this hadn’t occurred to him, as if the very idea was novel.
But then the speech begins.
And continues.
And continues.
And Vesper’s expression doesn’t change much—just settles into something like studied interest, the kind reserved for a lecture you didn’t sign up for but find mildly entertaining out of sheer curiosity. He doesn’t flinch at the insults. Doesn’t interrupt. If anything, he looks faintly disappointed when it ends. "Damn," he murmurs, shadows lapping idly around his boots like bored dogs. "Had higher hopes for that crescendo. Thought you were buildin’ toward somethin’ a little more...memorable."
He shrugs a shoulder, all the venom deflected by the armour of his own disinterest. "Shame. I actually liked our little chats." With a lazy turn on his heel, he starts toward the winding stairs, hands slipping into his pockets as if none of it meant much of anything. But just before he disappears down the first step, he calls lightly over one shoulder: "By the way—my sisters loved the hair pins." And then he’s gone, shadows in his wake, slipping down into the tree like the night itself had lost interest.
~FIN
But then the speech begins.
And continues.
And continues.
And Vesper’s expression doesn’t change much—just settles into something like studied interest, the kind reserved for a lecture you didn’t sign up for but find mildly entertaining out of sheer curiosity. He doesn’t flinch at the insults. Doesn’t interrupt. If anything, he looks faintly disappointed when it ends. "Damn," he murmurs, shadows lapping idly around his boots like bored dogs. "Had higher hopes for that crescendo. Thought you were buildin’ toward somethin’ a little more...memorable."
He shrugs a shoulder, all the venom deflected by the armour of his own disinterest. "Shame. I actually liked our little chats." With a lazy turn on his heel, he starts toward the winding stairs, hands slipping into his pockets as if none of it meant much of anything. But just before he disappears down the first step, he calls lightly over one shoulder: "By the way—my sisters loved the hair pins." And then he’s gone, shadows in his wake, slipping down into the tree like the night itself had lost interest.
~FIN
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.
