VESPER
The storm of rubber chaos outside doesn’t let up—more than a few of the bouncy balls strike the shutters with unnerving force, thunking hard enough to rattle the hinges. Vesper winces as one sails through the open transom and smacks into a hanging glass, sending it wobbling precariously before he catches it with a flick of shadow.
"Godsdamn it," he mutters, slipping behind the bar.
The air inside smells faintly of lemon oil and starcrystal polish, still fresh from Nova’s obsessive cleaning spree, and that’s reason enough to keep the place in one piece. Vesper moves quickly, the lines of his body fluid and efficient as he wraps protective cloth around the decanters, shifts glassware into low cabinets, and gently eases a stack of crystal tumblers beneath the sink. His shadows help, stretching like obedient cats to nudge a tray back from the edge or lift a corked bottle to safety.
A stray ball slams into one of the new chandeliers—he hears it before he sees it, a sharp clatter of prisms clinking together—and he practically flies up onto a barstool to steady the fixture before it sways too far. A breath hisses out through his teeth. "Caly's gonna kill someone if one of these breaks," he says to no one in particular, adjusting the tension on the hanging chain with careful fingers. Probably him, knowing his luck.
"Godsdamn it," he mutters, slipping behind the bar.
The air inside smells faintly of lemon oil and starcrystal polish, still fresh from Nova’s obsessive cleaning spree, and that’s reason enough to keep the place in one piece. Vesper moves quickly, the lines of his body fluid and efficient as he wraps protective cloth around the decanters, shifts glassware into low cabinets, and gently eases a stack of crystal tumblers beneath the sink. His shadows help, stretching like obedient cats to nudge a tray back from the edge or lift a corked bottle to safety.
A stray ball slams into one of the new chandeliers—he hears it before he sees it, a sharp clatter of prisms clinking together—and he practically flies up onto a barstool to steady the fixture before it sways too far. A breath hisses out through his teeth. "Caly's gonna kill someone if one of these breaks," he says to no one in particular, adjusting the tension on the hanging chain with careful fingers. Probably him, knowing his luck.
And I'm going down, where the waves will surround
to the roar and the pound, Of the wild wild sea
Talking sweet to me
to the roar and the pound, Of the wild wild sea
Talking sweet to me
☆ 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.
