VESPER
Aithne ’s fingers tap his glass and send it tumbling, liquid splashing across his coat and dripping from his glove, but Vesper barely registers the impact. The chaos of it, the wink, the squealed later!—all of it slides past him like rain against stone. His focus is locked, blood-hot and razor-thin, on the sight of Thalassa leaning into Colt as if she’d been waiting for that exact collision all night.
Calypso ’s emotions spike sharp in his periphery, a flare of protectiveness and jealousy that echoes his own before he has the chance to clamp down. His lip curls without meaning to, the expression a flicker of shadowed heat before he wrestles it still. He doesn’t look at her, but he feels the recoil inside her, the same burn, the same sting that cuts through him like someone dragging barbed wire through his chest. When she slips away to get the drinks, the absence at his side is abrupt enough that the shadows around his boots shift, restless. And when she returns, when she presses the shot into his hand and tries to lightness her way into his gravity, he manages a small nod—distant, numb, the glass steady in a grip that should tremble but doesn’t.
He’s never been blindsided before. Never. Not like this. Not by someone who used his shadows, his focus, his magic in her veins, and then walked straight into another woman’s arms like she was choosing sides in a war he hadn’t realised they were fighting. Colt had obviously come here intentionally, and Vesper didn't believe she'd kissed Thal by accident, not when he was sure that Thal had likely spit venom after him when Colt had channelled him to her side. It hits harder than he prepares for. Harder than he ever lets anything hit.
He knocks back the shot Caly hands him, the liquor burning a clean, brutal line down his throat. It doesn’t steady him, it doesn’t cut through the haze.; it doesn’t do a damn thing except confirm the hollow space opening behind his ribs, the sensation of someone slicing out his foundation and leaving him standing on air.
When Jack ’s shoulder bumps his, Vesper barely feels it. The captain’s commentary, the drama he gestures toward, none of it touches him. Vesper’s eyes lift to Jack for a heartbeat, but the look is faraway, unfocused, utterly unwilling to pretend at interest. He shakes his head once, sharply, as if trying to clear the static.
"I’m done with this," he mutters, voice low, too calm to be anything but brittle. And before Caly can catch his sleeve, before Jack can pull one more thought from the air, Vesper lets the shadows collapse upward, misty-stepping through them in a single graceful ripple until he's far the fuck away.
Vesper out!
Calypso ’s emotions spike sharp in his periphery, a flare of protectiveness and jealousy that echoes his own before he has the chance to clamp down. His lip curls without meaning to, the expression a flicker of shadowed heat before he wrestles it still. He doesn’t look at her, but he feels the recoil inside her, the same burn, the same sting that cuts through him like someone dragging barbed wire through his chest. When she slips away to get the drinks, the absence at his side is abrupt enough that the shadows around his boots shift, restless. And when she returns, when she presses the shot into his hand and tries to lightness her way into his gravity, he manages a small nod—distant, numb, the glass steady in a grip that should tremble but doesn’t.
He’s never been blindsided before. Never. Not like this. Not by someone who used his shadows, his focus, his magic in her veins, and then walked straight into another woman’s arms like she was choosing sides in a war he hadn’t realised they were fighting. Colt had obviously come here intentionally, and Vesper didn't believe she'd kissed Thal by accident, not when he was sure that Thal had likely spit venom after him when Colt had channelled him to her side. It hits harder than he prepares for. Harder than he ever lets anything hit.
He knocks back the shot Caly hands him, the liquor burning a clean, brutal line down his throat. It doesn’t steady him, it doesn’t cut through the haze.; it doesn’t do a damn thing except confirm the hollow space opening behind his ribs, the sensation of someone slicing out his foundation and leaving him standing on air.
When Jack ’s shoulder bumps his, Vesper barely feels it. The captain’s commentary, the drama he gestures toward, none of it touches him. Vesper’s eyes lift to Jack for a heartbeat, but the look is faraway, unfocused, utterly unwilling to pretend at interest. He shakes his head once, sharply, as if trying to clear the static.
"I’m done with this," he mutters, voice low, too calm to be anything but brittle. And before Caly can catch his sleeve, before Jack can pull one more thought from the air, Vesper lets the shadows collapse upward, misty-stepping through them in a single graceful ripple until he's far the fuck away.
Vesper out!
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.
