come real quick & get inside my mind
Vesper lifts his brows, hands raised in a silent gesture of surrender, wouldn’t dream of it. The grin that tugs at his mouth says otherwise, but he lets her have the victory.
"Probably to save face," he says when the subject turns to Torchline’s queen, his tone mild but edged. "Though with the three of us leavin' right after, that story’s already got holes big enough t’ sail the Ark through." He shrugs, the motion lazy, as if the whole thing is too absurd to take seriously. "Maybe you can make yourself an invisibility cloak, haunt her personally. Real hands-on approach."
Her delight ripples through his head before he even closes his eyes before drawing in a slow breath, and starting to count out loud—"One...two...three..."—obnoxiously clear and deliberate, dragging it out for her benefit. By the time he hits ten, the cold air hums with her magic, and when he opens his eyes, there are four Novas waiting, grinning like a chorus of trouble.
He whistles softly under his breath, more impressed than he lets on. The duplicates shimmer just enough to make his senses stutter. He doesn’t move closer; instead, shadows begin to creep from his boots, stretching across the ground in fine, searching tendrils that test the light around each version of her. The farthest one is dead silent—easy enough to rule out—but the remaining three feel nearly identical, bright and warm and glitter-loud in his head as the real Nova's thoughts radiate outward.
Narrowing his eyes, he tilts his head and says, "Glitter is the worst," with the kind of smooth confidence meant to provoke a reaction in Nova's mind that will help him pinpoint where her thoughts are coming from. With a sharp grin, he lets his shadows streak forward, sweeping through the three he judges are illusion.
1/4
"Probably to save face," he says when the subject turns to Torchline’s queen, his tone mild but edged. "Though with the three of us leavin' right after, that story’s already got holes big enough t’ sail the Ark through." He shrugs, the motion lazy, as if the whole thing is too absurd to take seriously. "Maybe you can make yourself an invisibility cloak, haunt her personally. Real hands-on approach."
Her delight ripples through his head before he even closes his eyes before drawing in a slow breath, and starting to count out loud—"One...two...three..."—obnoxiously clear and deliberate, dragging it out for her benefit. By the time he hits ten, the cold air hums with her magic, and when he opens his eyes, there are four Novas waiting, grinning like a chorus of trouble.
He whistles softly under his breath, more impressed than he lets on. The duplicates shimmer just enough to make his senses stutter. He doesn’t move closer; instead, shadows begin to creep from his boots, stretching across the ground in fine, searching tendrils that test the light around each version of her. The farthest one is dead silent—easy enough to rule out—but the remaining three feel nearly identical, bright and warm and glitter-loud in his head as the real Nova's thoughts radiate outward.
Narrowing his eyes, he tilts his head and says, "Glitter is the worst," with the kind of smooth confidence meant to provoke a reaction in Nova's mind that will help him pinpoint where her thoughts are coming from. With a sharp grin, he lets his shadows streak forward, sweeping through the three he judges are illusion.
1/4
☆ 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.
