VESPER
Vesper’s eyes widen—not dramatically, but sharply, like a blade catching the faintest glint of light—and he turns fully toward the Maverick. The candleflame shadows lick up the walls behind him, tugged by the movement, a soft ripple of darkness mimicking the tilt of his head. "Death?"
The word slips out quiet, almost velvet-soft, though disbelief threads through the drawl. It isn’t fear, exactly, more the wary curiosity of someone who has seen enough endings to take the concept seriously. His gaze drifts around the room again, slower this time, as if something might be hiding in the rafters: a secret panel, a stain left behind, a whisper of something the room failed to swallow. "Surely not," he adds, though the tone betrays the uncertainty. The idea wedges itself under his ribs, equal parts fascination and something colder, as Danta's thoughts give no indication of deceit or exaggeration.
He steps further inside, fingertips brushing the edge of the heavy table, shadows stretching thin along its surface like they’re tasting it. The implements scattered along the walls gleam back at him, each one an invitation or a dare depending on the angle of the light. He glances over his shoulder at Danta, brows lifting with a faint, dry curl of his mouth. "What do you tend to use it for?" The question is casual, almost lazy, but the glimmer in his eyes says he’s genuinely curious.
The word slips out quiet, almost velvet-soft, though disbelief threads through the drawl. It isn’t fear, exactly, more the wary curiosity of someone who has seen enough endings to take the concept seriously. His gaze drifts around the room again, slower this time, as if something might be hiding in the rafters: a secret panel, a stain left behind, a whisper of something the room failed to swallow. "Surely not," he adds, though the tone betrays the uncertainty. The idea wedges itself under his ribs, equal parts fascination and something colder, as Danta's thoughts give no indication of deceit or exaggeration.
He steps further inside, fingertips brushing the edge of the heavy table, shadows stretching thin along its surface like they’re tasting it. The implements scattered along the walls gleam back at him, each one an invitation or a dare depending on the angle of the light. He glances over his shoulder at Danta, brows lifting with a faint, dry curl of his mouth. "What do you tend to use it for?" The question is casual, almost lazy, but the glimmer in his eyes says he’s genuinely curious.
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.
