VESPER
From the edge of the torch’s flickering radius, where the dark still clings like wet velvet, a figure steps out; tall, familiar, hands lifted in an unhurried show of peace. There's the glint of a smirk just barely teasing the edge of his mouth, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Not when Colt's voice carries that sharp edge of fear beneath the threat. "Easy now," Vesper drawls, boots crunching through snow as he approaches slowly, his breath curling in silver mist. "Just me."
Bundled in a dark wool coat with the collar turned high and a grey scarf wound loose around his throat, he looks more like he’s stepped out of some forgotten LongNight ballad than off the Ark. Frost crystals cling to the shoulders of his jacket, catching faint light as he moves, and his hair is mussed from the wind—moonlight pale even without a moon to guide him.
The dogs fan out at his presence, ears pinned, hackles high, a few still growling low in their throats. But he just glances down at them with a bemused shake of his head. "Hush now," he murmurs like a ranchhand talking to skittish stock, and whether it’s the tone or the certainty of his gait, most of them quiet at once. Dropping his hands, he shoves them into his pockets against the cold, giving her an apologetic shrug. "Reckon a horse would’ve spooked ’em less," he admits, eyes catching firelight as they lift back to hers. "But I can’t see worth a damn in this kind of dark, so I came as a jaguar. Guess that’s what wound ’em up."
His voice stays warm, edged with dry amusement, but there’s something softer flickering just beneath as his magic stretches out the distance between them to weigh whether or not she's actually glad to see him.
Bundled in a dark wool coat with the collar turned high and a grey scarf wound loose around his throat, he looks more like he’s stepped out of some forgotten LongNight ballad than off the Ark. Frost crystals cling to the shoulders of his jacket, catching faint light as he moves, and his hair is mussed from the wind—moonlight pale even without a moon to guide him.
The dogs fan out at his presence, ears pinned, hackles high, a few still growling low in their throats. But he just glances down at them with a bemused shake of his head. "Hush now," he murmurs like a ranchhand talking to skittish stock, and whether it’s the tone or the certainty of his gait, most of them quiet at once. Dropping his hands, he shoves them into his pockets against the cold, giving her an apologetic shrug. "Reckon a horse would’ve spooked ’em less," he admits, eyes catching firelight as they lift back to hers. "But I can’t see worth a damn in this kind of dark, so I came as a jaguar. Guess that’s what wound ’em up."
His voice stays warm, edged with dry amusement, but there’s something softer flickering just beneath as his magic stretches out the distance between them to weigh whether or not she's actually glad to see him.
rot gut whiskey's gonna ease your mind
but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?
but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?
☆ 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.
