maybe smoking one more cigarette won't turn your lungs to ashes
Vesper’s shrug is loose and languid, shadows shifting at his heels like they’re bored with the conversation but unwilling to drift far from him. "Plenty of fun to be had inside," he drawls, letting his gaze flick meaningfully toward the bars and brothels tucked into the Whisper’s crooked spine. "Sure beats bein’ turned into stone, anyway." The comment slips out easily, almost offhand, as if he’s discussing the weather rather than a risk he’s heard of from the ancient's he's spoken with.
When she says his name again—slow, tasting it—his smirk deepens, a faint tilt of amusement that softens nothing. Aithne. He tucks it away in the quiet, private corners of his mind. Outside the awning, his shadows stretch further, nudging back the sluggish memory mud that’s already begun to ooze its way home. The stuff recoils, half-reluctant, and the stones beneath it breathe clean for another moment or two. Vesper watches the motion with a flick of pale lashes before speaking again. "Here on business," he says at last, tone smoothing into something unreadable. "Stayin’ in the Grounds for at least a season."
Then he tips his head, blue eyes sliding over her in a slow, appraising sweep that lands somewhere between curiosity and invitation. "What about you, Aithne? What’re you doin' in the Last Whisper besides playin' in the mud?"
When she says his name again—slow, tasting it—his smirk deepens, a faint tilt of amusement that softens nothing. Aithne. He tucks it away in the quiet, private corners of his mind. Outside the awning, his shadows stretch further, nudging back the sluggish memory mud that’s already begun to ooze its way home. The stuff recoils, half-reluctant, and the stones beneath it breathe clean for another moment or two. Vesper watches the motion with a flick of pale lashes before speaking again. "Here on business," he says at last, tone smoothing into something unreadable. "Stayin’ in the Grounds for at least a season."
Then he tips his head, blue eyes sliding over her in a slow, appraising sweep that lands somewhere between curiosity and invitation. "What about you, Aithne? What’re you doin' in the Last Whisper besides playin' in the mud?"
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.
