VESPER
He laughs softly, dry as smoke and twice as lingering. "I let their hits land when they need to," he murmurs, fingers brushing a slow pattern against the seam of his pocket. "Otherwise, I’m faster, since I'm faster, usually they gotta work for it." It’s not bragging, not really. Just a quiet fact; like tides, or gravity, or the way she looks at him now, daring something reckless with the glint of her eyes and the curl of her fingers even as she simultaneously pulls away.
Vesper doesn’t blink, he just sheds his coat with easy grace, the scarf following, and beneath it all is a thick navy cableknit, soft and faintly frayed at the sleeves. "You want this one?" he asks as he starts to tug it up, his smirk wolfish now, lit with something brighter than firelight. The sweater peels away to reveal a black shirt beneath, close-fitted and plain, clinging to lean muscle and shadow-carved shape. "Or this?" he adds, holding the sweater out with a raised brow. "They’re both warm."
Her comment about nothing to celebrate draws a gentle arch of his brow. "No?" he echoes, soft but pointed. He doesn’t poke where her thoughts lead—doesn’t touch the grief curled tight like a fist in her chest—but it pulls through him all the same, a shadow made of memory and ache. "What do you usually do for LongNight?" he asks instead, feigning ignorance with lazy curiosity, like it’s just another piece of her he’d like to learn.
And when her voice tilts, when her offer turns sharp at the edges, cool with the ache of not wanting to be someone’s burden, he moves. The motion is slow, unhurried, but sure. One hand catches the one she gestures with, his fingers wrapping lightly around hers as he draws her gently closer, until her warmth brushes his chest. He looks down at her, expression unreadable for a breath, and then it softens, fond and just a little quizzical. "I did mean to stay," he says quietly, thumb brushing across her knuckles. "But I can go," he adds, just as soft, though the thought flickers through him like smoke, unwelcome and unnatural. "If it’s a bad time. I just...came to see you. Nothin' more."
Vesper doesn’t blink, he just sheds his coat with easy grace, the scarf following, and beneath it all is a thick navy cableknit, soft and faintly frayed at the sleeves. "You want this one?" he asks as he starts to tug it up, his smirk wolfish now, lit with something brighter than firelight. The sweater peels away to reveal a black shirt beneath, close-fitted and plain, clinging to lean muscle and shadow-carved shape. "Or this?" he adds, holding the sweater out with a raised brow. "They’re both warm."
Her comment about nothing to celebrate draws a gentle arch of his brow. "No?" he echoes, soft but pointed. He doesn’t poke where her thoughts lead—doesn’t touch the grief curled tight like a fist in her chest—but it pulls through him all the same, a shadow made of memory and ache. "What do you usually do for LongNight?" he asks instead, feigning ignorance with lazy curiosity, like it’s just another piece of her he’d like to learn.
And when her voice tilts, when her offer turns sharp at the edges, cool with the ache of not wanting to be someone’s burden, he moves. The motion is slow, unhurried, but sure. One hand catches the one she gestures with, his fingers wrapping lightly around hers as he draws her gently closer, until her warmth brushes his chest. He looks down at her, expression unreadable for a breath, and then it softens, fond and just a little quizzical. "I did mean to stay," he says quietly, thumb brushing across her knuckles. "But I can go," he adds, just as soft, though the thought flickers through him like smoke, unwelcome and unnatural. "If it’s a bad time. I just...came to see you. Nothin' more."
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.
