come real quick & get inside my mind
Vesper exhales a soft laugh, the kind that slips through his teeth like smoke, eyes narrowing in mock patience as he rolls them toward the silvering sky. "Alright, fine," he concedes, drawl thick with amusement. "How about a perfect body double, then? One that gets up early, does my chores on the Ark, an’ lets me sleep in." The smirk that follows is lazy and knowing, a quiet tilt of his mouth that says he’s perfectly aware she’ll find some way to ruin that wish with glitter.
Her thoughts are bright enough to brush against his own like a warm tide, the edges of them threaded through with affection, stubborn optimism, and the faint ache she’ll never quite admit. He doesn’t push, just listens, lets it hum in the back of his mind while his gaze flicks from her to the spider tucked against her sweater.
With a sigh that fogs the cold air, he shifts his weight and glances toward the hedges, noting how a few seem to breathe and slide closer, reshaping the path as they speak. "How d’you think Cal’s handling it?" he asks, tone quiet, neither soft nor prying, just curious. His gloved hand lifts briefly, idly brushing frost from a thorned branch as if testing the maze’s mood.
Then, after a beat, his attention slides back to her, something lighter edging the corners of his expression. "So," he says, the word stretched out into the space between them, "you got any fancy new abilities you’re dyin’ t’show off?" One brow arches, the glint in his eye unmistakable. "If not, I was wonderin’ if you’d lend those illusions of yours to help me practice a bit."
Her thoughts are bright enough to brush against his own like a warm tide, the edges of them threaded through with affection, stubborn optimism, and the faint ache she’ll never quite admit. He doesn’t push, just listens, lets it hum in the back of his mind while his gaze flicks from her to the spider tucked against her sweater.
With a sigh that fogs the cold air, he shifts his weight and glances toward the hedges, noting how a few seem to breathe and slide closer, reshaping the path as they speak. "How d’you think Cal’s handling it?" he asks, tone quiet, neither soft nor prying, just curious. His gloved hand lifts briefly, idly brushing frost from a thorned branch as if testing the maze’s mood.
Then, after a beat, his attention slides back to her, something lighter edging the corners of his expression. "So," he says, the word stretched out into the space between them, "you got any fancy new abilities you’re dyin’ t’show off?" One brow arches, the glint in his eye unmistakable. "If not, I was wonderin’ if you’d lend those illusions of yours to help me practice a bit."
☆ 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.
