// Sweet shot of kerosene //
Vesper chuckles, the sound low and rough, fogging faintly in the cold air. Caly’s thoughts crackle bright against his telepathy; sharp flashes of mischief, the hum of satisfaction at being out here instead of holed up somewhere quiet. Her mind’s always been a riot of colour when she’s in good spirits: golds and oranges and quicksilver laughter skimming across the surface, the kind of warmth that pulls him in whether he means to feel it or not.
He raises a brow in agreement with her plan, catching the merchant’s eye with a small nod. "Both decks," he says, and the cards disappear into a cloth pouch with a soft clink of coins.
When Caly turns back around, his expression is already guilty enough to confirm her suspicion. Brows lifted, mouth twitching, he offers up one hand in mock surrender. "My mind’s only goin’ where yours went first," he says, all smooth innocence before the smirk breaks through. Then, wrinkling his nose, he tilts his head toward the next stretch of stalls. "Slim pickin's on the Ark from what I've seen, though not entirely picked clean," he adds with a shrug.
Falling into step beside her, Vesper tugs his scarf higher against the chill. "So what kind of hangover cures we talkin’? Something medicinal?" His tone is playful, but there’s an edge of curiosity under it. "Or are we goin' for more of a hair of the dog type of cure?"
He raises a brow in agreement with her plan, catching the merchant’s eye with a small nod. "Both decks," he says, and the cards disappear into a cloth pouch with a soft clink of coins.
When Caly turns back around, his expression is already guilty enough to confirm her suspicion. Brows lifted, mouth twitching, he offers up one hand in mock surrender. "My mind’s only goin’ where yours went first," he says, all smooth innocence before the smirk breaks through. Then, wrinkling his nose, he tilts his head toward the next stretch of stalls. "Slim pickin's on the Ark from what I've seen, though not entirely picked clean," he adds with a shrug.
Falling into step beside her, Vesper tugs his scarf higher against the chill. "So what kind of hangover cures we talkin’? Something medicinal?" His tone is playful, but there’s an edge of curiosity under it. "Or are we goin' for more of a hair of the dog type of cure?"
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.
