VESPER
Vesper’s chuckle is low and warm, the sort of sound that suggests he’s genuinely entertained. "No improvement is better than backsliding," he murmurs, offering a lazy shrug as if the matter has been thoroughly settled. His eyes sweep over Niki with languid assessment, constellation freckles catching the shifting glow of the Will-o-Wisps. "Which is more than I can say for your walking."
The embarrassment simmering beneath Niki’s composure brushes the edges of his awareness, bright as a struck match, but Vesper lets it pass by without even the courtesy of acknowledgement. He has no interest in wounded pride. The mind beneath it—sharp, bristling, and delightfully reactive—is the part that holds his attention. He pushes away from the tree with unhurried grace, shadow slipping along his boots like an obedient tide. "Oh, you haven’t heard?" he asks, tone turning airy, almost conversational. "I’m staying here. For the foreseeable future, actually."
The smile he gives Niki is bright enough to be cruel. There’s genuine delight in it, the kind that comes from discovering a favourite toy hasn’t been lost after all. "I can’t wait to bump into you more." His gaze drifts downward, to the mud-slick posture Niki is still struggling out of, and the smile curves just a little sharper at the edges. "Or step over you," he amends lightly, "as the situation requires."
The embarrassment simmering beneath Niki’s composure brushes the edges of his awareness, bright as a struck match, but Vesper lets it pass by without even the courtesy of acknowledgement. He has no interest in wounded pride. The mind beneath it—sharp, bristling, and delightfully reactive—is the part that holds his attention. He pushes away from the tree with unhurried grace, shadow slipping along his boots like an obedient tide. "Oh, you haven’t heard?" he asks, tone turning airy, almost conversational. "I’m staying here. For the foreseeable future, actually."
The smile he gives Niki is bright enough to be cruel. There’s genuine delight in it, the kind that comes from discovering a favourite toy hasn’t been lost after all. "I can’t wait to bump into you more." His gaze drifts downward, to the mud-slick posture Niki is still struggling out of, and the smile curves just a little sharper at the edges. "Or step over you," he amends lightly, "as the situation requires."
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.
