VESPER
The Wildwood presses in around him with its usual sly intent, pathways bending and unbending in ways that feel almost familiar now that he’s taken up temporary residence beneath its watchful canopy. Vesper moves with unhurried grace beneath the broad sweep of ancient boughs, letting the rain break harmlessly overhead while the roots and wandering paths shift beneath his boots. He is not wet, nor lost, nor particularly inconvenienced; he has learned how to walk where the forest wants him, and where the forest would prefer he not tread, he drifts in a ripple of shadow that keeps the worst of the weather from touching him.
He is thinking of Sidhe Village and the quiet stretch of hours ahead when the sound reaches him; a sharp tumble, a startled breath, the unmistakable skid of someone meeting the forest floor with more enthusiasm than intent. The Wildwood likes its jokes, and this is one the demigod can also appreciate. A few lazy steps forward, a brief misty-step that blurs the space between two moss-dark trunks, and he emerges near enough to see the necromancer sprawled in a ditch, rain tracing unkind lines down his cheek.
A slow smile curves across Vesper’s mouth, sly and merciless and far too entertained for the current weather. One brow arches as he regards the scene with theatrical consideration. "Well," he drawls, voice warm with amusement as he leans a shoulder against the nearest tree, "I was wondering when I'd run into you again." The faint shimmer of his constellation freckles catches in a break of silvered light as his gaze drifts pointedly to the mud streaking Niki’s coat, then back to the necromancer’s face with a soft, scandalised hum. "Didn't think I'd see you on your back quite so quickly, though."
He is thinking of Sidhe Village and the quiet stretch of hours ahead when the sound reaches him; a sharp tumble, a startled breath, the unmistakable skid of someone meeting the forest floor with more enthusiasm than intent. The Wildwood likes its jokes, and this is one the demigod can also appreciate. A few lazy steps forward, a brief misty-step that blurs the space between two moss-dark trunks, and he emerges near enough to see the necromancer sprawled in a ditch, rain tracing unkind lines down his cheek.
A slow smile curves across Vesper’s mouth, sly and merciless and far too entertained for the current weather. One brow arches as he regards the scene with theatrical consideration. "Well," he drawls, voice warm with amusement as he leans a shoulder against the nearest tree, "I was wondering when I'd run into you again." The faint shimmer of his constellation freckles catches in a break of silvered light as his gaze drifts pointedly to the mud streaking Niki’s coat, then back to the necromancer’s face with a soft, scandalised hum. "Didn't think I'd see you on your back quite so quickly, though."
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.
