VESPER
Light spills from between the branches—lanterns swaying like ghost-hearts, ribbons twisting in the dusk breeze—and somewhere deeper in, the pulse of music stirs like a heartbeat resurrected. Vesper walks between his sisters, his dark blue cloak catching the glint of firelight and folding it into the silver threads stitched like constellations across his shoulders. Beneath the porcelain mask—plain, unadorned, a blank canvas against the chaos of the masquerade—his eyes blaze through like cold stars. Watchful. Sharp. Just amused enough to be dangerous.
"Remember," he murmurs, just loud enough for Nova and Calypso to hear beneath the chirr of revelry, "I'll know what sorts of shenanigans you two get up to." The words are simple, but the grin curling behind his mask is not. He taps a gloved finger to his temple in case they miss the implication, the raised brows that follow playful beneath polished indifference. For better or worse he'd be keeping tabs on them for the evening, which meant both he'd be there to get them out of any dodgy situations, but also to tease them about their choices come morning.
Then, with all the solemnity of a high priest performing a rite: "Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do." Which, given the range of things he would do, is less warning than open invitation.
The clearing blooms before them like a dream coaxed out of death’s garden. Ribbons and ghosts. Apples and fig. Light and laughter stitched together in defiance of endings. Vesper inhales slowly, letting the scent of honeyed meat and cider pool somewhere low in his lungs, the tension there sweet and old.
"Shall we?"
Vesper made his outfit in [SE] you know that ain't no way to live
"Remember," he murmurs, just loud enough for Nova and Calypso to hear beneath the chirr of revelry, "I'll know what sorts of shenanigans you two get up to." The words are simple, but the grin curling behind his mask is not. He taps a gloved finger to his temple in case they miss the implication, the raised brows that follow playful beneath polished indifference. For better or worse he'd be keeping tabs on them for the evening, which meant both he'd be there to get them out of any dodgy situations, but also to tease them about their choices come morning.
Then, with all the solemnity of a high priest performing a rite: "Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do." Which, given the range of things he would do, is less warning than open invitation.
The clearing blooms before them like a dream coaxed out of death’s garden. Ribbons and ghosts. Apples and fig. Light and laughter stitched together in defiance of endings. Vesper inhales slowly, letting the scent of honeyed meat and cider pool somewhere low in his lungs, the tension there sweet and old.
"Shall we?"
Vesper made his outfit in [SE] you know that ain't no way to live
wake me when it's over
like a bad dream
like a bad dream
☆ 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.
