doves and ravens fly the same
The rain’s still falling in her mind, but it’s softened now, less of a storm and more of a curtain. It suits the moment—this strange hush between things said and unsaid, between choosing to stay and fearing what that means. Vesper doesn’t rush to fill the space. He just stands there, letting her words ripple through him, and through that deeper tide he never shows. It loops. It claws. It replays. Little flashes of doubt curling like smoke off dying coals. It’s all there—undercut with longing so raw he can feel it in the way she chews at her lip, the way she tugs her hair to the side like it might shield her from what she’s just done.
He doesn’t let any of it show. Instead, as she mentions blackout curtains and going to bed early, his smirk tugs lazy and slow at one corner of his mouth. "Hate to be the one to tell you this," he drawls, tilting his head, "the sun’s a star too. Might have to start wearin’ sunglasses just to make sure you don’t catch a glimpse."
Then, as she gestures toward where he’d almost walked away, he glances that way too. Bites gently at the inside of his cheek, considering it with a quiet nod. "Ain’t great at readin’ between the lines," he admits, voice soft but easy, like it’s just something true about him. In a way it genuinely is, if only because the line between giving away his telepathy can be so thin that even he's apt to lose track of it. "Or—I can be. I just never know which parts matter between what I think I hear and what I actually do." His gaze flicks back to her, steadier now. "I only started walkin’ ‘cause it looked like it was what you wanted. Not ‘cause I did."
She’s still fidgeting, her whole body caught in some rhythm of nerves she’s trying not to show. It’s in the tight clutch of her hand at her collarbone, the stubborn set of her jaw. She’s braced for another goodbye, even as she tries to stand her ground. So he takes the hat from his head and drops it gently back onto hers. The brim settles low, half-drowning her eyes, and he gives it a tiny tilt to set it right before reaching down to find one of her restless hands. His fingers wrap hers with deliberate care—slow, grounding, smoothing over the tension like he’s easing a knot from a frayed rope. "First things first," he says, a soft edge of amusement curling back into his tone. "We’re goin’ on a real date. One where you get all dressed up like you said you would."
He doesn’t let any of it show. Instead, as she mentions blackout curtains and going to bed early, his smirk tugs lazy and slow at one corner of his mouth. "Hate to be the one to tell you this," he drawls, tilting his head, "the sun’s a star too. Might have to start wearin’ sunglasses just to make sure you don’t catch a glimpse."
Then, as she gestures toward where he’d almost walked away, he glances that way too. Bites gently at the inside of his cheek, considering it with a quiet nod. "Ain’t great at readin’ between the lines," he admits, voice soft but easy, like it’s just something true about him. In a way it genuinely is, if only because the line between giving away his telepathy can be so thin that even he's apt to lose track of it. "Or—I can be. I just never know which parts matter between what I think I hear and what I actually do." His gaze flicks back to her, steadier now. "I only started walkin’ ‘cause it looked like it was what you wanted. Not ‘cause I did."
She’s still fidgeting, her whole body caught in some rhythm of nerves she’s trying not to show. It’s in the tight clutch of her hand at her collarbone, the stubborn set of her jaw. She’s braced for another goodbye, even as she tries to stand her ground. So he takes the hat from his head and drops it gently back onto hers. The brim settles low, half-drowning her eyes, and he gives it a tiny tilt to set it right before reaching down to find one of her restless hands. His fingers wrap hers with deliberate care—slow, grounding, smoothing over the tension like he’s easing a knot from a frayed rope. "First things first," he says, a soft edge of amusement curling back into his tone. "We’re goin’ on a real date. One where you get all dressed up like you said you would."
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.
