maybe smoking one more cigarette won't turn your lungs to ashes
A quiet snort leaves him, more breath than laughter. "Ain’t sure the mud thinks what you’re doin’s nice," Vesper murmurs, voice all low smoke and dry amusement.
He should keep walking—he knows that—but the edge of her mind hums sharp and restless, and he’s got fuck all else to do. With a sigh that sounds as if it’s been living in his ribs for days, he veers toward the nearest awning, shaking a few cold droplets from his pale hair. "Seen folks lure it away like it’s a game," he adds, folding his arms loosely as his gaze drifts to the puddle she’d been fighting. "One girl tried makin’ it chase itself."
At that, his shadows stir. They slip soundlessly from under his boots, black smoke poured over stone, gliding toward the muddied street. The light from the lanterns bends faintly as the tendrils gather, curling through the mess until the sludge begins to lift; cohering, thickening, until a crude sphere forms. It wobbles like a heart about to beat, and Vesper tips his head, the faintest flicker of a smile ghosting across his lips. "Could be worth a try," he says, shadows rolling the ball of mud away from the puddle, trying to coax it down the street. The rest of the muck trembles, then shivers as if tempted to follow.
He should keep walking—he knows that—but the edge of her mind hums sharp and restless, and he’s got fuck all else to do. With a sigh that sounds as if it’s been living in his ribs for days, he veers toward the nearest awning, shaking a few cold droplets from his pale hair. "Seen folks lure it away like it’s a game," he adds, folding his arms loosely as his gaze drifts to the puddle she’d been fighting. "One girl tried makin’ it chase itself."
At that, his shadows stir. They slip soundlessly from under his boots, black smoke poured over stone, gliding toward the muddied street. The light from the lanterns bends faintly as the tendrils gather, curling through the mess until the sludge begins to lift; cohering, thickening, until a crude sphere forms. It wobbles like a heart about to beat, and Vesper tips his head, the faintest flicker of a smile ghosting across his lips. "Could be worth a try," he says, shadows rolling the ball of mud away from the puddle, trying to coax it down the street. The rest of the muck trembles, then shivers as if tempted to follow.
But all it takes is gas to burn a city down with matches
☆ 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.
