Vesper keeps the shield steady, hand raised just enough to bend the sparks away from Caly’s hair and Nova’s dress as the inferno builds. The roar of it rattles the bottles still clinging to their shelves, glass shivering before it gives way to heat. He tastes the molten edge of his sisters’ feelings as sharp as the smoke in his lungs; Caly’s chest finally loosening, Nova’s satisfaction as bright as the flames themselves.
It’s enough. The blaze is greedy now, greedy enough not to need them anymore. He tips his head in a small nod, eyes lingering on Caly first. She’ll need more than fire before her fury’s spent, he knows, but this is a start. A good one.
"Time to go," he murmurs, tipping his head toward the door. The shield flexes outward, making a clean pocket of air for them to push through, then collapses behind as he leads them out onto the sand. Outside, the world is quiet. Thanks to the illusionists, the Hanged Man looks almost peaceful, nothing more than a lantern glow tucked in on itself.
On the beach, Vesper’s form blurs, shifts, and the jaguar stretches into being; a sleek silhouette of shadow and moonlight. He waits, tail twitching, pale eyes cutting back toward his sisters, waiting for them to do the same. When they join him, it’ll be a silent, easy thing to slip through the dark together toward the waiting skyship. To the Ark. To away.
And behind them, Torchline’s heart beats on, ignorant of the fire already eating one of its lungs.
~FIN
It’s enough. The blaze is greedy now, greedy enough not to need them anymore. He tips his head in a small nod, eyes lingering on Caly first. She’ll need more than fire before her fury’s spent, he knows, but this is a start. A good one.
"Time to go," he murmurs, tipping his head toward the door. The shield flexes outward, making a clean pocket of air for them to push through, then collapses behind as he leads them out onto the sand. Outside, the world is quiet. Thanks to the illusionists, the Hanged Man looks almost peaceful, nothing more than a lantern glow tucked in on itself.
On the beach, Vesper’s form blurs, shifts, and the jaguar stretches into being; a sleek silhouette of shadow and moonlight. He waits, tail twitching, pale eyes cutting back toward his sisters, waiting for them to do the same. When they join him, it’ll be a silent, easy thing to slip through the dark together toward the waiting skyship. To the Ark. To away.
And behind them, Torchline’s heart beats on, ignorant of the fire already eating one of its lungs.
~FIN
all these little things together don't build up to somethin' small
☆ 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.
