VESPER
Since Jack’s departure, the Fingers have gotten louder. Not in sound, but in presence; the smugglers, pickpockets, and slavers all crawling out from beneath their respective rocks to stake claims in the void he left behind. Power doesn’t sit empty long in Torchline. It spills. Fills. Bleeds.
And lately, it’s bled into chaos, not that Vesper minds.
He walks the tunnels without torch or guide, his hand dragging lightly along the damp wall where smugglers’ marks glitter darkly. The code’s easy enough to read once you know the language, and Jack made sure Vesper and his siblings were fluent, though it was the hum of thoughts that guided the demigod through the dark.
It was one such whisper that had led him here: a tip about a stashed shipment, something long-forgotten and conveniently unguarded. Useful, if true. Worth investigating even if not. He doesn’t rush, letting his shadows slick along the walls ahead of him, more curious than cautious, his steps soft against the uneven stone.
Then, light. A faint flicker. Not torchlight, not lantern. Fire.
It bursts briefly down one of the lower corridors; a bloom of sudden gold against the wet stone. His pace slows before he draws to a halt; he isn’t the only one who’s seen it.
Just ahead of him, half-concealed in the gloom, a knot of lowlife scavengers has stopped. There’s four of them, lean, salt-worn, and armed with all the swagger of half-smart men. One of them nudges the others and points toward the flickering light. They move like jackals, hunched and grinning, reeking of sweat and the promise of violence. "Well well," one drawls with a grin as they round the corner, the firelight catching on his rusted blade as he spies Thalassa. "What have we here?"
Another snickers. "Didn’t think we were gettin’ a bonus show tonight." The other two step into the alcove's entrance way, helping to cage Thalassa in with their bodies as well as the rusty blades they pull out.
And lately, it’s bled into chaos, not that Vesper minds.
He walks the tunnels without torch or guide, his hand dragging lightly along the damp wall where smugglers’ marks glitter darkly. The code’s easy enough to read once you know the language, and Jack made sure Vesper and his siblings were fluent, though it was the hum of thoughts that guided the demigod through the dark.
It was one such whisper that had led him here: a tip about a stashed shipment, something long-forgotten and conveniently unguarded. Useful, if true. Worth investigating even if not. He doesn’t rush, letting his shadows slick along the walls ahead of him, more curious than cautious, his steps soft against the uneven stone.
Then, light. A faint flicker. Not torchlight, not lantern. Fire.
It bursts briefly down one of the lower corridors; a bloom of sudden gold against the wet stone. His pace slows before he draws to a halt; he isn’t the only one who’s seen it.
Just ahead of him, half-concealed in the gloom, a knot of lowlife scavengers has stopped. There’s four of them, lean, salt-worn, and armed with all the swagger of half-smart men. One of them nudges the others and points toward the flickering light. They move like jackals, hunched and grinning, reeking of sweat and the promise of violence. "Well well," one drawls with a grin as they round the corner, the firelight catching on his rusted blade as he spies Thalassa. "What have we here?"
Another snickers. "Didn’t think we were gettin’ a bonus show tonight." The other two step into the alcove's entrance way, helping to cage Thalassa in with their bodies as well as the rusty blades they pull out.
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.
