VESPER
Vesper straightens from the last tar seam with a soft crack of his spine, brush dripping as it hovers obediently beside him in the grip of shadow. He surveys the glistening deck, brows faintly arched—not in pride, exactly, but in acknowledgement. It’ll hold, and it’ll gleam doing it.
When Jack calls out, the demigod glances over his shoulder, reading tone as much as words. "Can do," he murmurs, voice dry and cool as sea glass. Opting to help haul things aboard, Vesper doesn't bother with the ramp. Instead, he vanishes from the top deck in a blink. A moment later, he reappears down by the dock with the same silent ease, coat fluttering around his knees as the air refills the space he leaves behind.
The barrels stacked by the mooring ropes aren’t light, but he doesn’t lift them in any conventional sense. With a flick of his hand, the shadows coil up and around them like curious sea-serpents, rising to brace and lift as he glides one hand along their curve. They float free of the planks with only a whisper of motion, drawn behind him like a lazy constellation parade as he misty-steps back onto the Ark again.
He reappears mid-ship with a quiet rush of displaced air, shadows settling the barrels in a neat row without a scrape or a thud. Then he vanishes again. Dock. Shadows curl. Weightless. Deck. Repeat.
Each trip is clean, efficient, wordless, like a sleight of hand performed only for himself.
Vesp moves things from the docks to the ship!
When Jack calls out, the demigod glances over his shoulder, reading tone as much as words. "Can do," he murmurs, voice dry and cool as sea glass. Opting to help haul things aboard, Vesper doesn't bother with the ramp. Instead, he vanishes from the top deck in a blink. A moment later, he reappears down by the dock with the same silent ease, coat fluttering around his knees as the air refills the space he leaves behind.
The barrels stacked by the mooring ropes aren’t light, but he doesn’t lift them in any conventional sense. With a flick of his hand, the shadows coil up and around them like curious sea-serpents, rising to brace and lift as he glides one hand along their curve. They float free of the planks with only a whisper of motion, drawn behind him like a lazy constellation parade as he misty-steps back onto the Ark again.
He reappears mid-ship with a quiet rush of displaced air, shadows settling the barrels in a neat row without a scrape or a thud. Then he vanishes again. Dock. Shadows curl. Weightless. Deck. Repeat.
Each trip is clean, efficient, wordless, like a sleight of hand performed only for himself.
Vesp moves things from the docks to the ship!
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.
