a cold shoulder at closin' time
Calypso 's thoughts press soft and stormy against the edge of his mind, familiar as the tide and twice as restless. Vesper doesn’t speak to it—wouldn’t—not with the weight of what she’s been carrying and the way it still trembles just beneath her calm. But he tips her a wink as she leans in, silent acknowledgement glinting like the queen of spades still tucked between his fingers. He knows. Maybe more than she wants, but such is life with a telepath for a sibling.
Nova follows with a current all her own; bright, slick with delight, trailing illusion and pride like ribbons. Her mind buzzes against his like a hummingbird brushing sugarwater, and when her voice silently follows it, he doesn’t miss a beat. He turns to her with widened eyes, lifting his brows in mock astonishment as he gives a solemn, emphatic nod. Entirely unspotted. A master of the fog. He gestures as if to mime applause, then flicks the card from his knuckles into his palm and pockets it with a smirk.
Jack ’s fire spirals into lanterns, illuminating the cobwebbed clutter in amber glow. Vesper squints slightly as the shadows peel back, the edges of his thoughts brushing the room’s corners like fingers testing fabric. "That’s handy," he mutters beneath his breath, mostly to himself, the curl of amusement still warming his voice.
His gaze sweeps over the room once before landing on the boxes, then the ladder, then the narrow, dust-muffled hatch above. Of course. He sighs, long-suffering and theatrical. "I’ll go up," he says, already stepping back toward the ladder. At its base, he glances to his sisters. "If you leave shit here, my shadows can bring it up." Then, without touching a single rung, he vanishes in a quiet rush of displaced air, misty-stepping into the flame-seller’s stall above. His shadows rise like obedient tide below, waiting for cargo.
Vesper is at the top of the ladder and will ferry the boxes up to hide the entrance!
Nova follows with a current all her own; bright, slick with delight, trailing illusion and pride like ribbons. Her mind buzzes against his like a hummingbird brushing sugarwater, and when her voice silently follows it, he doesn’t miss a beat. He turns to her with widened eyes, lifting his brows in mock astonishment as he gives a solemn, emphatic nod. Entirely unspotted. A master of the fog. He gestures as if to mime applause, then flicks the card from his knuckles into his palm and pockets it with a smirk.
Jack ’s fire spirals into lanterns, illuminating the cobwebbed clutter in amber glow. Vesper squints slightly as the shadows peel back, the edges of his thoughts brushing the room’s corners like fingers testing fabric. "That’s handy," he mutters beneath his breath, mostly to himself, the curl of amusement still warming his voice.
His gaze sweeps over the room once before landing on the boxes, then the ladder, then the narrow, dust-muffled hatch above. Of course. He sighs, long-suffering and theatrical. "I’ll go up," he says, already stepping back toward the ladder. At its base, he glances to his sisters. "If you leave shit here, my shadows can bring it up." Then, without touching a single rung, he vanishes in a quiet rush of displaced air, misty-stepping into the flame-seller’s stall above. His shadows rise like obedient tide below, waiting for cargo.
Vesper is at the top of the ladder and will ferry the boxes up to hide the entrance!
you were beggin' me to stay 'til the sun rose
☆ 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.
