VESPER
Vesper arrives with his coat buttoned tight to the throat, scarf looped with elegant precision, and hands jammed into his sleeves as if defying the cold through sheer force of aesthetic will. Beneath the collar, the faintest shimmer of constellation freckles glints like frost, and his expression does little to disguise his distaste for King's End’s version of hospitality. Snow, slush, and fog—what a charmer of a region.
Boots clicking lightly against the thawed planks, he casts a glance up at the mast before sweeping his eyes to the groups in motion. The cold bites his cheeks pink as he approaches, shoulders hunched slightly against it all. "...Charming day for it," he mutters dryly to no one in particular, gaze snagging on Jack for a moment before flicking toward the stranger making himself at home by the main mast. Vesper doesn’t know him, but it's easy enough to identify the Flood by sight if not by the particular cadence of his thoughts. So, with a faint nod in Sunjata’s direction, Vesper steps forward across the deck.
Swabbing. Great. There’d been a time when he'd first stepped down from the stars when he’d assumed Jack was making him do it for some sadistic rite of passage; hazing, maybe, or some petty salt-laced test of bloodlines. Turns out ships just got dirty.
And so, with a sigh that fogs silver in the morning air, Vesper lifts one gloved hand and murmurs a quiet call to the shadows. They rise in slick, fluid coils, not so dramatic as to make a show of it, but enough to send buckets and mops floating off toward the swabbing crew like obedient ghosts. He doesn’t move to help them immediately—just watches for a moment, the corners of his mouth quirking in the faintest ghost of a smile. [asy]"Suppose I’ll join the bucket brigade," he says finally, voice low, laced with amusement, and entirely resigned to getting damp.
Vesp swabs the deck!
Boots clicking lightly against the thawed planks, he casts a glance up at the mast before sweeping his eyes to the groups in motion. The cold bites his cheeks pink as he approaches, shoulders hunched slightly against it all. "...Charming day for it," he mutters dryly to no one in particular, gaze snagging on Jack for a moment before flicking toward the stranger making himself at home by the main mast. Vesper doesn’t know him, but it's easy enough to identify the Flood by sight if not by the particular cadence of his thoughts. So, with a faint nod in Sunjata’s direction, Vesper steps forward across the deck.
Swabbing. Great. There’d been a time when he'd first stepped down from the stars when he’d assumed Jack was making him do it for some sadistic rite of passage; hazing, maybe, or some petty salt-laced test of bloodlines. Turns out ships just got dirty.
And so, with a sigh that fogs silver in the morning air, Vesper lifts one gloved hand and murmurs a quiet call to the shadows. They rise in slick, fluid coils, not so dramatic as to make a show of it, but enough to send buckets and mops floating off toward the swabbing crew like obedient ghosts. He doesn’t move to help them immediately—just watches for a moment, the corners of his mouth quirking in the faintest ghost of a smile. [asy]"Suppose I’ll join the bucket brigade," he says finally, voice low, laced with amusement, and entirely resigned to getting damp.
Vesp swabs the deck!
rot gut whiskey's gonna ease your mind
but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?
but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?
☆ 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.
