VESPER
Vesper catches the flicker of Caly’s thought, subtle as a sunbeam sneaking under a door. He doesn’t bother to answer aloud at first, just lets a soft sigh slip through his nose, quiet agreement written in the small slump of his shoulders. Maybe they all need to get out more. Broaden their social circles. Hell, maybe they should all pile onto the Ark and see who else the world’s got waiting for them. Wouldn’t hurt. Couldn’t be much worse than what Torchline’s been serving lately.
He leans over, voice dropping just for her, a wry slant to his grin. "Y’ain’t an idiot, Cal. Never been." The affection’s there, deep and unhurried, even as he adds, "And look—I still think your puppy’s a lost cause, but I’ll back your play. Whatever you want. You deserve to feel good too, y’know? So if that idiot pet of yours pulls it off more often than he screws up, maybe the solution’s just not invitin’ him to big public bashes, or gettin' him a gag for his birthday." Then again, coming from Caly that might have a different connotation for the dragoon, but so long as it kept him from talking, Vesper didn't really care.
But then the navy fabric is draped over his arm, and Vesper immediately straightens, striking a pose that’s all sharp jawline and lazy confidence; shoulders squared, head tilted, constellation freckles winking under the market sun. He flashes Caly a wink, then raises his voice with the casual arrogance of someone who knows he’ll get a crowd onside: "She’s good, ain’t she?"
Sure enough, a handful of vendors and bystanders nod, some with grins, a few with the kind of approving murmurs that ripple out and stick. Vesper turns just enough for Caly to catch his dry, conspiratorial smirk. "Y'ready to get home and start puttin' all this together, or do you need anything else while we're out?"
He leans over, voice dropping just for her, a wry slant to his grin. "Y’ain’t an idiot, Cal. Never been." The affection’s there, deep and unhurried, even as he adds, "And look—I still think your puppy’s a lost cause, but I’ll back your play. Whatever you want. You deserve to feel good too, y’know? So if that idiot pet of yours pulls it off more often than he screws up, maybe the solution’s just not invitin’ him to big public bashes, or gettin' him a gag for his birthday." Then again, coming from Caly that might have a different connotation for the dragoon, but so long as it kept him from talking, Vesper didn't really care.
But then the navy fabric is draped over his arm, and Vesper immediately straightens, striking a pose that’s all sharp jawline and lazy confidence; shoulders squared, head tilted, constellation freckles winking under the market sun. He flashes Caly a wink, then raises his voice with the casual arrogance of someone who knows he’ll get a crowd onside: "She’s good, ain’t she?"
Sure enough, a handful of vendors and bystanders nod, some with grins, a few with the kind of approving murmurs that ripple out and stick. Vesper turns just enough for Caly to catch his dry, conspiratorial smirk. "Y'ready to get home and start puttin' all this together, or do you need anything else while we're out?"
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.
