Got a head full of spiders & a heart that isn't here
Rain moves like static across the surface of Vesper’s hood, beads trembling before spilling down in silver lines. The air here is thick with the scent of brine and silt, the docks creaking beneath the weight of their sodden cargo and the ghosts of all the ships that have come through before. He keeps his head bowed, gaze trained on the warped reflection of lanternlight in the puddles, and lets his mind unfurl instead, fine as a spider’s web, stretched out across the Landing.
It’s not sight, not really. More a constellation of borrowed impressions. The ripple of frustration from a fishmonger counting ruined wares. The vague, beer-fogged admiration of a sailor watching The Ark descend from the clouds. And there—sharp and bright as a struck match—the familiar drag of attention that means Jack Barclay’s in town. Vesper’s mouth curves, slow and humourless. Adjusting the weight of the paper bag tucked under his arm, he turns his steps toward the mental flare, the sound of rain thickening against the wooden planks. When he lifts his head at last, he spots the captain through the sheets of rain, earth magic coiling like a command around some misshapen, mud-slick thing.
Vesper's smirk turns sharper and with a flick of his fingers, shadows slide out from under the pier like dark water, sweeping forward to meet Jack’s magic. They strike the creature with enough force to send ripples through its form, sending mud scattering only for it to reform, refusing to obey. The demigod watches the thing knit itself back together again, shoulders rising and falling beneath his soaked jacket. "Seems to like you," he drawls, voice carrying just enough to cut through the hiss of rain as his shadows recoil, slick and useless. "This shit is everywhere," he adds with a dry huff.
It’s not sight, not really. More a constellation of borrowed impressions. The ripple of frustration from a fishmonger counting ruined wares. The vague, beer-fogged admiration of a sailor watching The Ark descend from the clouds. And there—sharp and bright as a struck match—the familiar drag of attention that means Jack Barclay’s in town. Vesper’s mouth curves, slow and humourless. Adjusting the weight of the paper bag tucked under his arm, he turns his steps toward the mental flare, the sound of rain thickening against the wooden planks. When he lifts his head at last, he spots the captain through the sheets of rain, earth magic coiling like a command around some misshapen, mud-slick thing.
Vesper's smirk turns sharper and with a flick of his fingers, shadows slide out from under the pier like dark water, sweeping forward to meet Jack’s magic. They strike the creature with enough force to send ripples through its form, sending mud scattering only for it to reform, refusing to obey. The demigod watches the thing knit itself back together again, shoulders rising and falling beneath his soaked jacket. "Seems to like you," he drawls, voice carrying just enough to cut through the hiss of rain as his shadows recoil, slick and useless. "This shit is everywhere," he adds with a dry huff.
VESPER
☆ 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.
