VESPER
Vesper shakes his head, slow and entirely solemn—if not for the flicker of starlight in his eyes, it might almost pass for real gravity. "Selfish? Not a bit," he says, voice velvet-dark and edged with a kind of certainty that doesn’t invite argument. "World’s full of people too stupid or blind to see what’s right in front of ‘em. Hell, Cal, you deserve a lot more than what you’ve been gettin’ lately—attention included." There’s no softness to it, just fact, the kind of blunt truth that makes its own kind of comfort.
At the mention of King’s End, his mouth twists, one brow hitching up in a gesture both lazy and knowing. "Mm. I doubt it’s the things he says out loud that're gonna be the important ones." He shrugs, eyes drifting to the motion of the crowd—because it isn’t the things Kaisel says out loud that’ll matter. Not really. Most folks have to rely on words alone, tossing them out like coins and hoping something valuable comes back. It’s a shame, honestly, that the whole world’s built on talking, when it’s what goes unsaid that really shapes things. Still, not everyone’s a telepath, and Caly, at least, still seems to believe in second chances. "Then again, your puppy does seem to like to talk, so who knows."
He lets her take the lead with the cloth, rolling his eyes in a long-suffering way at her assessment. "Vibe," he repeats, letting the syllable hang there as if it’s some foreign currency he’s meant to trade in. "You go on then, pick whatever is gonna best suit my vibe." Vesper flashes her a dry grin, holding out his arms in mock surrender for her to drape him in whatever finery she chooses.
At the mention of King’s End, his mouth twists, one brow hitching up in a gesture both lazy and knowing. "Mm. I doubt it’s the things he says out loud that're gonna be the important ones." He shrugs, eyes drifting to the motion of the crowd—because it isn’t the things Kaisel says out loud that’ll matter. Not really. Most folks have to rely on words alone, tossing them out like coins and hoping something valuable comes back. It’s a shame, honestly, that the whole world’s built on talking, when it’s what goes unsaid that really shapes things. Still, not everyone’s a telepath, and Caly, at least, still seems to believe in second chances. "Then again, your puppy does seem to like to talk, so who knows."
He lets her take the lead with the cloth, rolling his eyes in a long-suffering way at her assessment. "Vibe," he repeats, letting the syllable hang there as if it’s some foreign currency he’s meant to trade in. "You go on then, pick whatever is gonna best suit my vibe." Vesper flashes her a dry grin, holding out his arms in mock surrender for her to drape him in whatever finery she chooses.
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.
