Got a head full of spiders & a heart that isn't here
Vesper’s head tips in a small shake, rain slipping from the edge of his hood like liquid glass. The shadows around his boots still, their restlessness quieting even as his jaw tightens, barely perceptible, but there. "Can’t go back t’King’s End just yet," he says after a pause, tone flat enough to pass for casual though it isn’t. "Certain someone’d take it as a sign." The flicker of wryness in his voice can’t disguise the tension that threads through it.
With a faint curl of his lip, he nudges his shadows forward one last time; they surge in a single, elegant sweep, shoving the frozen mud-thing clean off the dock. It hits the water with a muted splash and a slow, sullen drift away that would hopefully buy time for the next asshole it targeted. Vesper lets the movement of it go, turning to follow Jack down the dock. The rain bends harmlessly around them now, and he grunts his appreciation, a soft sound that might almost be thanks.
By the time they reach the squat little tavern tucked against the pier’s edge, the smell of rum and woodsmoke bleeds faintly into the air. Vesper’s shadows glide ahead to pull the warped door open, and he ducks beneath the threshold, shaking rain from his hood before shoving it back. The pale tangle of his hair catches the lamplight as he rakes a hand through it. "There’s some kinda festival comin’ up," he says, glancing sideways at a nearby poster as he leans one elbow on the bar. "Blood Moon or something, supposed to be big with the Ancients." One brow lifts, the barest ghost of amusement threading through the words as he holds up two fingers for the bartender.
With a faint curl of his lip, he nudges his shadows forward one last time; they surge in a single, elegant sweep, shoving the frozen mud-thing clean off the dock. It hits the water with a muted splash and a slow, sullen drift away that would hopefully buy time for the next asshole it targeted. Vesper lets the movement of it go, turning to follow Jack down the dock. The rain bends harmlessly around them now, and he grunts his appreciation, a soft sound that might almost be thanks.
By the time they reach the squat little tavern tucked against the pier’s edge, the smell of rum and woodsmoke bleeds faintly into the air. Vesper’s shadows glide ahead to pull the warped door open, and he ducks beneath the threshold, shaking rain from his hood before shoving it back. The pale tangle of his hair catches the lamplight as he rakes a hand through it. "There’s some kinda festival comin’ up," he says, glancing sideways at a nearby poster as he leans one elbow on the bar. "Blood Moon or something, supposed to be big with the Ancients." One brow lifts, the barest ghost of amusement threading through the words as he holds up two fingers for the bartender.
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.
