doves and ravens fly the same
The grass is still bent where dozens of offerings had fallen—trinkets, skulls, a crown, things meant to impress or offer some sort of commentary. Vesper doesn’t bother looking back at those still lingering around Vox; his boots move quick across the clearing, the voices behind him fading with every stride.
He finds Colt at the treeline.
"Hey," he calls out, catching up with a short jog, his breath unhurried as he falls into step beside her. There’s a smirk curled across his mouth as he tosses her a sidelong glance. "What, didn’t wanna stick around to see if I walked off with a bag full of everyone’s recently dropped trauma?" His smile falters as he glances over his shoulder toward the shrinking glow of the gathering. A small tsk leaves him, quiet and bitter. "Y’know," he murmurs, voice low, "I’ve seen a lotta monsters now." A pause, longer this time. When he looks at Colt again, it’s with an unguarded honesty that only creeps into his expression on rare occasion.
"But that thing," he says, jerking his chin back toward the alien like the very word abomination might stain his tongue, "I wouldn’t wish it in anyone’s backyard. Let alone yours." His hands fidget briefly with the silver rings on his fingers, then still. "And I say that as someone who has to look at their fuckin' island every day."
He finds Colt at the treeline.
"Hey," he calls out, catching up with a short jog, his breath unhurried as he falls into step beside her. There’s a smirk curled across his mouth as he tosses her a sidelong glance. "What, didn’t wanna stick around to see if I walked off with a bag full of everyone’s recently dropped trauma?" His smile falters as he glances over his shoulder toward the shrinking glow of the gathering. A small tsk leaves him, quiet and bitter. "Y’know," he murmurs, voice low, "I’ve seen a lotta monsters now." A pause, longer this time. When he looks at Colt again, it’s with an unguarded honesty that only creeps into his expression on rare occasion.
"But that thing," he says, jerking his chin back toward the alien like the very word abomination might stain his tongue, "I wouldn’t wish it in anyone’s backyard. Let alone yours." His hands fidget briefly with the silver rings on his fingers, then still. "And I say that as someone who has to look at their fuckin' island every day."
VESPER
☆ 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.
