I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper doesn’t rush; he arrives with the sun on his shoulders and the sea heat stitched into the fabric of his shirt—loose, sleeveless, linen, the colour of smoked pearl. His trousers are rolled to the shin, boots worn soft from sand and salt, shadows trailing lazy behind him like loyal dogs half-asleep. No blades hang at his sides. No shield, no spear. Just a waterskin slung across his back and the faint shimmer of magic veiled beneath his skin like moonlight waiting to surface.
He doesn't need weapons. He’s brought himself.
The moment his feet touch the appointed ground, he casts his pale gaze over the others. There’s no tension in his limbs, no overt wariness—just that watchful stillness, the quiet calibration of a man who always listens before he speaks. ”Hadama,” he murmurs, tipping his head to the Tidebreaker with a ghost of a grin that never quite reaches his mouth. Respectful, not deferential.
His eyes move next to the others—Alys first, then Asta—offering each of them a small nod. Curious, polite, unreadable.
Then he sets a hand briefly on the waterskin strap, eyes flicking toward the distant shimmer of heat-hazed coastline as if he might instead have been planning on going for a stroll rather than assisting the Tidebreaker with this task. But his shadows stir, slow and serpentine at his heels.
He doesn't need weapons. He’s brought himself.
The moment his feet touch the appointed ground, he casts his pale gaze over the others. There’s no tension in his limbs, no overt wariness—just that watchful stillness, the quiet calibration of a man who always listens before he speaks. ”Hadama,” he murmurs, tipping his head to the Tidebreaker with a ghost of a grin that never quite reaches his mouth. Respectful, not deferential.
His eyes move next to the others—Alys first, then Asta—offering each of them a small nod. Curious, polite, unreadable.
Then he sets a hand briefly on the waterskin strap, eyes flicking toward the distant shimmer of heat-hazed coastline as if he might instead have been planning on going for a stroll rather than assisting the Tidebreaker with this task. But his shadows stir, slow and serpentine at his heels.
but I swear to God I'll find it
☆ 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.
