VESPER
Vesper snorts, the sound sharp and amused even as it rasps through the ache in his chest. "Ain’t gonna be a curveball. More like Kaisel’s balls. Caly’ll come home with ’em clenched between her fingers, mark my word." The grin that follows is wolfish despite the wince it costs him, breath dragging ragged as the sting pulls through his ribs.
He shrugs as best as pain lets him, shoulders stiff beneath the wool. "Don’t sell yourself short. Safrin’d sooner bend her stars than have you wastin’ your time in Frey’s backyard if I had to guess." The line’s edged with a smirk, though there’s something pointed beneath it; half respect, half reminder of the goddess’s favour, if only because learnin' who his mother hated and who she didn't was a key part of his time in the stars.
Snickering under his breath, he takes the rum when it’s offered and tips it back in a long swallow, the burn sinking deep and heavy into the rawness still humming in his veins. Lowering the bottle, he glances down at himself, half-expecting to see the liquor leaking red through the burns in his sweater. Finding nothing obvious, he exhales through his teeth and passes the bottle back.
"How’s King’s End been treatin’ you so far?" he asks, tone casual as if they weren’t both dripping blood onto the floorboards.
He shrugs as best as pain lets him, shoulders stiff beneath the wool. "Don’t sell yourself short. Safrin’d sooner bend her stars than have you wastin’ your time in Frey’s backyard if I had to guess." The line’s edged with a smirk, though there’s something pointed beneath it; half respect, half reminder of the goddess’s favour, if only because learnin' who his mother hated and who she didn't was a key part of his time in the stars.
Snickering under his breath, he takes the rum when it’s offered and tips it back in a long swallow, the burn sinking deep and heavy into the rawness still humming in his veins. Lowering the bottle, he glances down at himself, half-expecting to see the liquor leaking red through the burns in his sweater. Finding nothing obvious, he exhales through his teeth and passes the bottle back.
"How’s King’s End been treatin’ you so far?" he asks, tone casual as if they weren’t both dripping blood onto the floorboards.
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.
