VESPER
The wind bites at the edges of his coat, tugging at the deep navy wool where it buttons high across his chest, the silver trim at the cuffs glinting faintly when the clouds break just enough to let a bit of sun slant through. Vesper stands close enough to Colt that their elbows nearly brush, his shadows settling at his feet with a subtle twitch, ready.
His gaze, though, is on Colt. Not the ghosts of shipwrecks swaying in the shallows behind them. Not the ragged road or the slope of meadow ahead. Just her—fighting the wind like it’s personal, hair tucked in braids and hat gripped tight, jacket pulling snug around shoulders that don’t know the meaning of quitting. There’s something fond in his expression as he watches her, a quiet ache tucked into the corner of his smirk that doesn’t quite reach the surface.
But then she mentions the corrupted unicorns and his jaw feathers, and his smirk fades, folding inward like a tide receding from bloodied sand. "Yeah," he says after a beat, voice low. "We came through here a few weeks back. Me, Hadama, a seer and this ancient. There was a whole herd we tried to deal with. It wasn’t what I’d call a smooth affair." He doesn't elaborate about how he thought Hadama had been a bit of a prick, but instead just rolls his shoulder as he glances sidelong at her, the corner of his mouth tilting up again like a secret he’s thinking about sharing. "But I’m game for a do-over since you're the one askin'." One pale brow lifts as he glances at Biscuit. "Could always carry you if you want. Or," he drawls, tapping two fingers lightly against his temple in memory of the last time, "I could try whinnyin’ again. Worked a little too well last time—herd came runnin’ like I owed ‘em money."
His gaze, though, is on Colt. Not the ghosts of shipwrecks swaying in the shallows behind them. Not the ragged road or the slope of meadow ahead. Just her—fighting the wind like it’s personal, hair tucked in braids and hat gripped tight, jacket pulling snug around shoulders that don’t know the meaning of quitting. There’s something fond in his expression as he watches her, a quiet ache tucked into the corner of his smirk that doesn’t quite reach the surface.
But then she mentions the corrupted unicorns and his jaw feathers, and his smirk fades, folding inward like a tide receding from bloodied sand. "Yeah," he says after a beat, voice low. "We came through here a few weeks back. Me, Hadama, a seer and this ancient. There was a whole herd we tried to deal with. It wasn’t what I’d call a smooth affair." He doesn't elaborate about how he thought Hadama had been a bit of a prick, but instead just rolls his shoulder as he glances sidelong at her, the corner of his mouth tilting up again like a secret he’s thinking about sharing. "But I’m game for a do-over since you're the one askin'." One pale brow lifts as he glances at Biscuit. "Could always carry you if you want. Or," he drawls, tapping two fingers lightly against his temple in memory of the last time, "I could try whinnyin’ again. Worked a little too well last time—herd came runnin’ like I owed ‘em money."
wake me when it's over 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.
