i'm a lost cause, do it the way I want
The sound that rips from her chest is raw enough to give most men pause. But Vesper? He just huffs a dry laugh; not amused, not kind. Just tired of pretending to be anything other than what he is. "Then make me," he says simply, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Like he hasn’t already watched her try and fail to do just that.
She vanishes again, a streak of wounded heat and pride curling into the shadows, but she doesn’t vanish fast enough. He catches the sharp edge of her grief before it slips beneath the surface, the shape of that emptiness dragging behind her like a tide-bound corpse. He sees too much. He always does. Her voice chokes through the dark, a final plea: Just stop, but of course he doesn't.
"I know more than you think," he calls, voice low but cold now, stripped of pretense. "Like how you never used to hide in the fucking shadows. Not until the void sank its teeth in and twisted you around until even you can’t stand what’s left."
He steps toward the dark, and sure enough, fwoomph, the wall of fire rises like a summoned guardian, licking up from the garden path in a flare of violent orange and amethyst. The heat bites at his skin, but Vesper’s already raising his arm, a shimmer of starlight forming a curved shield across his front, refracting flame like a mirrored moon.
He sneers into the blaze, the silver rings on his fingers catching the firelight, his voice carrying through it all. "Hide behind it, then," he snaps, the words slicing clean. "Build yourself a fucking bonfire and pretend it makes you strong."
4/4
She vanishes again, a streak of wounded heat and pride curling into the shadows, but she doesn’t vanish fast enough. He catches the sharp edge of her grief before it slips beneath the surface, the shape of that emptiness dragging behind her like a tide-bound corpse. He sees too much. He always does. Her voice chokes through the dark, a final plea: Just stop, but of course he doesn't.
"I know more than you think," he calls, voice low but cold now, stripped of pretense. "Like how you never used to hide in the fucking shadows. Not until the void sank its teeth in and twisted you around until even you can’t stand what’s left."
He steps toward the dark, and sure enough, fwoomph, the wall of fire rises like a summoned guardian, licking up from the garden path in a flare of violent orange and amethyst. The heat bites at his skin, but Vesper’s already raising his arm, a shimmer of starlight forming a curved shield across his front, refracting flame like a mirrored moon.
He sneers into the blaze, the silver rings on his fingers catching the firelight, his voice carrying through it all. "Hide behind it, then," he snaps, the words slicing clean. "Build yourself a fucking bonfire and pretend it makes you strong."
4/4
☆ 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.
