VESPER
Voyeurism is a different sort of intrusion; one that doesn’t belong to him, one that looks back. Vesper’s used to minds folding open without consent, to the quiet, untraceable trespass of thought. But this, this is being seen watching. When the supplicant’s eyes lift and meet his, the moment crystallizes into something sharp and strangely intimate. The awareness doubles back on itself, a mirror held up to his own habit of seeing without being seen, and it makes something twist low in his chest.
He straightens unconsciously, shoulders aligning as though posture could smooth away the exposure. The faintest flush touches the sharp edges of his cheekbones, and he’s quick to turn from the open doorway, his composure cracking only in the flick of his fingers as his shadows draw the door shut again with quiet finality.
"Mmm," he hums, noncommittal, letting the sound blur into the hush between them. A hand slips through his pale hair, scattering the fine droplets of rain still caught there, as if movement alone might dissipate the heat beneath his skin. When his gaze returns to Danta, it’s steadier again—cooler, faintly curious—the faint colour at his throat betraying him only slightly.
"I was just lookin’ for some information. Heard about your Rage Room and wanted to see it for myself." A small shrug follows, eloquent in its simplicity, the unspoken obvious written in the faint lift of his brows; that he obviously wasn't from around here.
He straightens unconsciously, shoulders aligning as though posture could smooth away the exposure. The faintest flush touches the sharp edges of his cheekbones, and he’s quick to turn from the open doorway, his composure cracking only in the flick of his fingers as his shadows draw the door shut again with quiet finality.
"Mmm," he hums, noncommittal, letting the sound blur into the hush between them. A hand slips through his pale hair, scattering the fine droplets of rain still caught there, as if movement alone might dissipate the heat beneath his skin. When his gaze returns to Danta, it’s steadier again—cooler, faintly curious—the faint colour at his throat betraying him only slightly.
"I was just lookin’ for some information. Heard about your Rage Room and wanted to see it for myself." A small shrug follows, eloquent in its simplicity, the unspoken obvious written in the faint lift of his brows; that he obviously wasn't from around here.
wake me when it's over
like a bad dream
like a bad dream
☆ 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.
