// Sweet shot of kerosene //
The boardwalk hums beneath them, a patchwork of creaking planks and hollowed hulls stitched together by rope and stubbornness. The Castaway Exchange smells like brine and tar and frying oil; every stall glitters with something strange—maps painted on sailcloth, glass bottles stoppered with coral, half-melted candles that promise luck at sea.
Vesper keeps his scarf drawn high against the saltwind, breath ghosting pale through the wool. His coat’s buttoned to the throat, and still the chill finds its way in, crawling through the seams. He’s stopped in front of a table stacked with cards and dice carved from driftwood, one gloved thumb idly rolling a die until it clacks against another.
"Don’t think we’ll even need weighted ones t’win," he drawls, the words almost soft enough to be lost under the wind. A sidelong glance flickers toward his sister, dry humour warming his voice. "Half the crew’s drunk before the first hand’s even dealt. Be a mercy if they could count high enough to lose proper."
He sets the die back into its velvet pouch and picks up a deck of cards next, the corners softened with use. The faint salt on the paper sticks to his fingers as he fans them out absently. "Still, can’t have a LongNight without somethin’ t’gamble over. Candles, dice, rum, and snacks—reckon that covers survival."
He glances over the market’s expanse, where smoke curls from cooking fires and vendors shout about their wares, and then looks back at Caly with a crooked half-smile that doesn’t quite hide the cold in his eyes. 'Anthin' in particular you're after?"
Vesper keeps his scarf drawn high against the saltwind, breath ghosting pale through the wool. His coat’s buttoned to the throat, and still the chill finds its way in, crawling through the seams. He’s stopped in front of a table stacked with cards and dice carved from driftwood, one gloved thumb idly rolling a die until it clacks against another.
"Don’t think we’ll even need weighted ones t’win," he drawls, the words almost soft enough to be lost under the wind. A sidelong glance flickers toward his sister, dry humour warming his voice. "Half the crew’s drunk before the first hand’s even dealt. Be a mercy if they could count high enough to lose proper."
He sets the die back into its velvet pouch and picks up a deck of cards next, the corners softened with use. The faint salt on the paper sticks to his fingers as he fans them out absently. "Still, can’t have a LongNight without somethin’ t’gamble over. Candles, dice, rum, and snacks—reckon that covers survival."
He glances over the market’s expanse, where smoke curls from cooking fires and vendors shout about their wares, and then looks back at Caly with a crooked half-smile that doesn’t quite hide the cold in his eyes. 'Anthin' in particular you're after?"
Vesper
// When I threw it back, it poisoned me //
☆ 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.
