i'm a lost cause, do it the way I want
A low huff escapes him; not quite a laugh, more a breath dragged through a cracked smile. "Oh, I don't believe that's true," Vesper murmurs, brushing imaginary ash from his knee. "I think you do want somethin' from me." The word drips like honey into saltwater, and though he says nothing more, the truth of it hums in the space between them. If she didn’t want something—revenge, release, ruin—she wouldn’t still be here. She wouldn’t still be fighting him like a goddamn wounded animal circling a wound she can’t stop licking.
But her fury doesn’t wait. Fire surges before he can lift his shield—faster this time, less performance and more violence—and the heat licks up his side, searing through his coat and biting across his hand where the playing card smoulders and curls. "Fuck," he hisses, vanishing a second too late into mist and shadow.
He reappears several feet away, crouched and braced, eyes narrowed as he flicks the burned card to the grass. It lands facedown, edges still glowing faintly as smoke coils off his fingers. Vesper runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back with a sharp breath as the last of the fire winks out. "Don't fucking take it out on me," he snaps, low and dangerous now, the ice beneath the velvet. "Just ‘cause he didn’t care enough to stay and you didn’t care enough to go."
Vesper's shadows surge; this time they strike with purpose, lashing around her ankles with all the grace of a noose tightening mid-sentence with the intent to yank her off her fucking feet.
3/4
But her fury doesn’t wait. Fire surges before he can lift his shield—faster this time, less performance and more violence—and the heat licks up his side, searing through his coat and biting across his hand where the playing card smoulders and curls. "Fuck," he hisses, vanishing a second too late into mist and shadow.
He reappears several feet away, crouched and braced, eyes narrowed as he flicks the burned card to the grass. It lands facedown, edges still glowing faintly as smoke coils off his fingers. Vesper runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back with a sharp breath as the last of the fire winks out. "Don't fucking take it out on me," he snaps, low and dangerous now, the ice beneath the velvet. "Just ‘cause he didn’t care enough to stay and you didn’t care enough to go."
Vesper's shadows surge; this time they strike with purpose, lashing around her ankles with all the grace of a noose tightening mid-sentence with the intent to yank her off her fucking feet.
3/4
☆ 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.
