come real quick & get inside my mind
Her thoughts spill through like a string of bright beads—half-pride, half-mischief, the small worry for Caly tucked behind them like a secret note—and he lets them wash over him with that lazy, indulgent attention he saves for family. He hears the glitter in her head the way one hears bells in a pocket; it’s ridiculous and loud and somehow exactly Nova, and he smiles without meaning to.
When she finishes, the silver threads of her magic coil and the flask blooms into being, small and perfect in her hands. Vesper’s brows lift; the flask is finer than he expected, black lacquered to a shine with the little filigree she loved and his name tucked on the base like a private joke. He reaches for it with long-fingered, careful hands, thumb catching the cap. "Impressive," he says, the word flat but warm; approval that tastes like admitting defeat in a game he’s been winning for years.
He eyes her as he turns the flask over, then quirks one brow. "Is there a catch?" he asks, deadpan. "Like, everything that comes out is gonna have glitter in it?" When she looks up at him, flushed with the glow of success, he loops a lanky arm around her shoulders and tugs her close. The motion is easy, habitual: a brother’s claim and a warding. He leans down and presses the tip of his mouth to the crown of her head in a quick, almost ridiculous kiss on top of the riot of colours and yarn. It’s showy in the best way; it says you’re mine and you’re ridiculous and I will defend you to anyone who says otherwise.
He goes quiet for a breath, listening to the maze breathe around them, then nods at what she said about Caly. "King’s End does have its charms," he murmurs, the corners of his mouth tilting. "Even more so when it isn’t buried in all this fucking snow." There’s a half-laugh threaded through it; frost or not, it's better being here, all together. "For sure we should go back, especially now Flora’s apparently takin’ credit for burnin’ the bar down. I'd love to see how that story’s sellin’ " He lets the wickedness of the idea settle between them like a shared smoke, wicked and bright. "Besides, word on the street is that she's got herself a haunted house. Who's to say it won't get a little bit scarier?"
Vesper's gaze drops to the tiny flame Noiva conjures on a fingertip and he rolls his eyes with fondness. "Yeah, of course it is." He ruffles the hair at his temple, fingers worrying at a silver ring until it produces the familiar comfort of motion. Then his tone folds into something practical, edge softening into purpose. "Sorta. I want to learn t’use my telepathy more like...a tool. Not just hearin’ people, but findin' and hittin' things." He shrugs, the implication of it all clear in that he couldn't really practice with anyone but his sisters.
He considers her a beat—the maze shifting, hedges twitching as if to listen—then lets a plan out like a test. "You could make it look like you're invisible and I could try and find you. Or you could make a couple copies of yourself and I'd pick out the real one." His mouth quirks; the dare is there, wrapped in the easy dare of a brother who wants to be better.
When she finishes, the silver threads of her magic coil and the flask blooms into being, small and perfect in her hands. Vesper’s brows lift; the flask is finer than he expected, black lacquered to a shine with the little filigree she loved and his name tucked on the base like a private joke. He reaches for it with long-fingered, careful hands, thumb catching the cap. "Impressive," he says, the word flat but warm; approval that tastes like admitting defeat in a game he’s been winning for years.
He eyes her as he turns the flask over, then quirks one brow. "Is there a catch?" he asks, deadpan. "Like, everything that comes out is gonna have glitter in it?" When she looks up at him, flushed with the glow of success, he loops a lanky arm around her shoulders and tugs her close. The motion is easy, habitual: a brother’s claim and a warding. He leans down and presses the tip of his mouth to the crown of her head in a quick, almost ridiculous kiss on top of the riot of colours and yarn. It’s showy in the best way; it says you’re mine and you’re ridiculous and I will defend you to anyone who says otherwise.
He goes quiet for a breath, listening to the maze breathe around them, then nods at what she said about Caly. "King’s End does have its charms," he murmurs, the corners of his mouth tilting. "Even more so when it isn’t buried in all this fucking snow." There’s a half-laugh threaded through it; frost or not, it's better being here, all together. "For sure we should go back, especially now Flora’s apparently takin’ credit for burnin’ the bar down. I'd love to see how that story’s sellin’ " He lets the wickedness of the idea settle between them like a shared smoke, wicked and bright. "Besides, word on the street is that she's got herself a haunted house. Who's to say it won't get a little bit scarier?"
Vesper's gaze drops to the tiny flame Noiva conjures on a fingertip and he rolls his eyes with fondness. "Yeah, of course it is." He ruffles the hair at his temple, fingers worrying at a silver ring until it produces the familiar comfort of motion. Then his tone folds into something practical, edge softening into purpose. "Sorta. I want to learn t’use my telepathy more like...a tool. Not just hearin’ people, but findin' and hittin' things." He shrugs, the implication of it all clear in that he couldn't really practice with anyone but his sisters.
He considers her a beat—the maze shifting, hedges twitching as if to listen—then lets a plan out like a test. "You could make it look like you're invisible and I could try and find you. Or you could make a couple copies of yourself and I'd pick out the real one." His mouth quirks; the dare is there, wrapped in the easy dare of a brother who wants to be better.
☆ 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.
