VESPER
Vesper smirks in quiet agreement, the expression barely more than a shift at the corner of his mouth but carrying all the dry weight of it just the same. Kaisel’s voice rips through the crowd like someone tearing fabric, and the sharp crack of it hits Vesper’s awareness before the words even make sense. His jaw feathers, the movement small but unmistakable against the steady rain, shadows tightening at his feet like something coiling in reflex.
Jack ’s declaration earns the faintest huff from him; half amusement, half resignation. He doesn’t need alcohol the way Jack suddenly seems to, but the night is long and the noise is getting brighter by the second. "Yeah," he drawls, tipping his chin toward the stall with a lazy ease. "Could use a refill."
The words aren’t even cold in the air before Aithne appears, her energy so neon it cuts clean through the festival static. The sequined pink catches firelight and rain in equal measure, and he drags his gaze over the outfit with a slow, wry curve of brow. "Aithne," he returns, stretching the name with the same theatrical flourish she’d used for his, though softened into something smooth and deadpan in his mouth. His drink lifts by a fraction in greeting. "I bet shit’ll get even more dramatic before the night’s done."
If anything, the festival seems determined to prove him correct.
The brush of Thalassa ’s thoughts hits him like a flint strike—heat and confidence and sharpened desire—unmistakable even in a storm of minds. It drags his spine a shade straighter, shadows drawing in closer, as if instinct were a muscle tugged tight. For a breath he’s caught in the gravity of her, the wild pulse of her presence threading through the static in a way that demands attention even when he doesn't want to offer it.
But then Nova ’s mind bursts across the landscape of thought like a firework and drowns everything else in its wake. Bright, effervescent, fizzing with questions and chaos and joy, her mental signature is a comet tail streaking through the crowd, scattering frost and laughter and possibility in every direction. It floods out the sharper edges, shoving aside his hunt for Colt ’s restless cadence and the iron weight of Thalassa’s fire. For a moment, all he feels is the unmistakable gravitational pull of his sister’s arrival, brilliant enough that even the rain seems to bend around her.
Vesp is standing talking to Jack w/ Aithne
Jack ’s declaration earns the faintest huff from him; half amusement, half resignation. He doesn’t need alcohol the way Jack suddenly seems to, but the night is long and the noise is getting brighter by the second. "Yeah," he drawls, tipping his chin toward the stall with a lazy ease. "Could use a refill."
The words aren’t even cold in the air before Aithne appears, her energy so neon it cuts clean through the festival static. The sequined pink catches firelight and rain in equal measure, and he drags his gaze over the outfit with a slow, wry curve of brow. "Aithne," he returns, stretching the name with the same theatrical flourish she’d used for his, though softened into something smooth and deadpan in his mouth. His drink lifts by a fraction in greeting. "I bet shit’ll get even more dramatic before the night’s done."
If anything, the festival seems determined to prove him correct.
The brush of Thalassa ’s thoughts hits him like a flint strike—heat and confidence and sharpened desire—unmistakable even in a storm of minds. It drags his spine a shade straighter, shadows drawing in closer, as if instinct were a muscle tugged tight. For a breath he’s caught in the gravity of her, the wild pulse of her presence threading through the static in a way that demands attention even when he doesn't want to offer it.
But then Nova ’s mind bursts across the landscape of thought like a firework and drowns everything else in its wake. Bright, effervescent, fizzing with questions and chaos and joy, her mental signature is a comet tail streaking through the crowd, scattering frost and laughter and possibility in every direction. It floods out the sharper edges, shoving aside his hunt for Colt ’s restless cadence and the iron weight of Thalassa’s fire. For a moment, all he feels is the unmistakable gravitational pull of his sister’s arrival, brilliant enough that even the rain seems to bend around her.
Vesp is standing talking to Jack w/ Aithne
the stars are pulling at my hair, and every part of me
and you don't understand how I bleed
and you don't understand how I bleed
☆ 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.
