VESPER
The corners of Vesper’s mouth twitch upward in a knowing snicker, low and amused like a secret passed under the table. "Fair point," he drawls, shooting her a sidelong glance as she spins that grin his way. "Y’might be onto somethin’. Chin-spotting—real underrated survival skill." He nudges his sister lightly with his elbow, just enough to make the bracelets on his wrist clink faintly. "Any particular chins you're gonna be on the look out for?"
He twirls a silver ring once more before slipping his hand into the folds of fabric, drawing out a bolt so grey it catches the light like stormcloud silk. It's luxurious, dramatic—utterly indistinguishable from black in any dim room worth its shadows. Holding it up between two fingers, he tilts it toward her with mock solemnity. “"You mean somethin’ wild like this?" The sarcasm in his tone is velvet-lined, but there’s a glint in his eye that gives him away. Mischief and affection, both stitched into the same glance.
Vesper's gaze flicks around the marketplace again, weighing the textures, the palettes, the sharp scents of dye and sea air. "What about you?" he asks, slipping a hand into another tray of cloth, his voice dipping softer again. "You thinkin’ classic Ludo, or y'gonna put a golden spin on it?"
He twirls a silver ring once more before slipping his hand into the folds of fabric, drawing out a bolt so grey it catches the light like stormcloud silk. It's luxurious, dramatic—utterly indistinguishable from black in any dim room worth its shadows. Holding it up between two fingers, he tilts it toward her with mock solemnity. “"You mean somethin’ wild like this?" The sarcasm in his tone is velvet-lined, but there’s a glint in his eye that gives him away. Mischief and affection, both stitched into the same glance.
Vesper's gaze flicks around the marketplace again, weighing the textures, the palettes, the sharp scents of dye and sea air. "What about you?" he asks, slipping a hand into another tray of cloth, his voice dipping softer again. "You thinkin’ classic Ludo, or y'gonna put a golden spin on it?"
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.
