i'm a lost cause, do it the way I want
Thal shifts before the punch lands—teeth and fire and heartbreak flaring into the space between them—but Vesper’s already moving. The shadows around him recoil like struck animals, and in their place, starlight bursts into form: a hard, crystalline shimmer of light-forged magic that flickers like a constellation caught mid-collapse. The blow hits the shield with a hiss and no small amount of drama, flames blooming harmlessly along its arc.
Vesper doesn't flinch as he lets the magic dissolve back into the dark like it was never there, his smirk slow and thoroughly unbothered. "And yet..." he murmurs, the words lilting into a snicker, low and needling. "That’s exactly what you were doin’."
The card is still tucked in his hand, idly spinning between his fingers as he glances at the spot she vanished from. He doesn’t pursue right away; instead, Vesper straightens, dusts invisible ash from his coat, then stoops slightly and lifts a leaf with exaggerated delicacy, peering under it like he’s searching for something precious.
"Where oh where,"” he muses aloud, all velvet mockery, "could Thalassa have gone?" He knows exactly where she is, of course. He can feel the sharp press of her thoughts curled in the hedgerow, bruised and defensive and trying so desperately not to fall apart. Rage makes a good disguise—she’s always worn it well—but even rage has its tells. And gods, the ache beneath it is loud.
"You used to like all the names I'd call you," he says idly, flicking a thorn from his sleeve as he strolls closer to where she hides. "Maybe the void has rotted out that part of your mind as well."
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Vesper doesn't flinch as he lets the magic dissolve back into the dark like it was never there, his smirk slow and thoroughly unbothered. "And yet..." he murmurs, the words lilting into a snicker, low and needling. "That’s exactly what you were doin’."
The card is still tucked in his hand, idly spinning between his fingers as he glances at the spot she vanished from. He doesn’t pursue right away; instead, Vesper straightens, dusts invisible ash from his coat, then stoops slightly and lifts a leaf with exaggerated delicacy, peering under it like he’s searching for something precious.
"Where oh where,"” he muses aloud, all velvet mockery, "could Thalassa have gone?" He knows exactly where she is, of course. He can feel the sharp press of her thoughts curled in the hedgerow, bruised and defensive and trying so desperately not to fall apart. Rage makes a good disguise—she’s always worn it well—but even rage has its tells. And gods, the ache beneath it is loud.
"You used to like all the names I'd call you," he says idly, flicking a thorn from his sleeve as he strolls closer to where she hides. "Maybe the void has rotted out that part of your mind as well."
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☆ 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.
