// Sweet shot of kerosene //
Vesper listens quietly while the ideas about the café drift through his sister's head; bright, busy, full of sound and laughter and the sharp glint of gossip. He can almost see it through her thoughts, all the gold light on polished wood, Nova’s chatter weaving through the hum of patrons, and Caly herself a spark at the centre of it all. He nods, slow and thoughtful. "Could always host private parties, too," he offers, a small shrug pulling at his coat. " If you an’ Nova ever get the itch to play bartender again, place could do both. Keep things lively."
But when her mind flickers—shifting from building to losing—he feels it before she stops walking. The thought hits his ribs a breath before she speaks, and he winces, already bracing for it. A sigh slips past his teeth as he halts beside her, gloved fingers tightening around the strap of the bag at his shoulder. "Yeah," he admits, the word soft and resigned. He bites at the inside of his lip and tips his head back, eyes tracing the grey stretch of sky above the stalls. "Turns out tryin’ to be in a relationship when you can—" he lowers his voice, glancing around before murmuring, "—do the things I can do—" then returns to normal volume, "—is a bit of a bitch."
His hand rakes through his hair, pushing it back from his face as he exhales. "I like Colt," he says, simple and sincere, "but it’s gettin’ harder to be around her. And I can’t exactly come right out and tell her why." There’s no bitterness in it, only a quiet weariness. He shakes his head, faint smirk flickering across his mouth as he adds, "So I’m gonna go north for a bit. See what kinda trouble I can stir up along for the Grey Road and see if that doesn't...solve it."
But when her mind flickers—shifting from building to losing—he feels it before she stops walking. The thought hits his ribs a breath before she speaks, and he winces, already bracing for it. A sigh slips past his teeth as he halts beside her, gloved fingers tightening around the strap of the bag at his shoulder. "Yeah," he admits, the word soft and resigned. He bites at the inside of his lip and tips his head back, eyes tracing the grey stretch of sky above the stalls. "Turns out tryin’ to be in a relationship when you can—" he lowers his voice, glancing around before murmuring, "—do the things I can do—" then returns to normal volume, "—is a bit of a bitch."
His hand rakes through his hair, pushing it back from his face as he exhales. "I like Colt," he says, simple and sincere, "but it’s gettin’ harder to be around her. And I can’t exactly come right out and tell her why." There’s no bitterness in it, only a quiet weariness. He shakes his head, faint smirk flickering across his mouth as he adds, "So I’m gonna go north for a bit. See what kinda trouble I can stir up along for the Grey Road and see if that doesn't...solve it."
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.
