VESPER
Nova’s voice slides into him like warmth through sun-soaked stone, familiar enough that for half a heartbeat it barely registers as different. It carries the same colour and fizz her thoughts always do, the same effervescent rush that has never known how to be quiet, and for a moment Vesper simply absorbs it, surprised not by how it feels, but by the sudden realisation that he can answer her this way. His brow lifts, a sharp, amused arc, and without moving his lips he sends the thought back along that shared thread, smooth and deliberate. Oh—you mean like this?
The smirk that curves his mouth is unmistakable, a private thing aimed only at her, sharpened with quiet pride and something warmer beneath it. He gives a small, careless shrug as they walk, sand whispering under his boots, shadows loosening and re-gathering with each step. Guess I kinda forgot we could, he admits, the thought edged with dry humour rather than apology. Then, because Nova never does anything halfway, his attention flicks sideways to her, brows lifting again, mischief glinting like starlight. But if what you want is for us talkin' to be funner… The word carries deliberate emphasis, drawn out just enough to tease. …then funner you’ll have.
He reaches out then, easy and unhurried, looping an arm around her shoulders and tugging her gently into his stride. The contact is casual, familiar, protective without being heavy, his pace adjusting automatically to match her bounce without ever acknowledging it aloud. The crowd thins as they drift farther from the heart of the festival, noise softening, pollen thickening the air until the world feels hazy at the edges. Vesper exhales, the sound quiet but weighted, and this time when he speaks it’s steadier, more serious beneath the ease. I need to talk to you about somethin’, he says, already anticipating the way her mind might spark and scatter if left to fill in the blanks, so he doesn’t let it.
I'm plannin’ on stayin’ up north a while longer, he continues, eyes forward, voice even. Then he glances down at her, brows lifting just slightly, the look meaningful and unmistakable as the thought echoes alongside it. A lot longer.
The smirk that curves his mouth is unmistakable, a private thing aimed only at her, sharpened with quiet pride and something warmer beneath it. He gives a small, careless shrug as they walk, sand whispering under his boots, shadows loosening and re-gathering with each step. Guess I kinda forgot we could, he admits, the thought edged with dry humour rather than apology. Then, because Nova never does anything halfway, his attention flicks sideways to her, brows lifting again, mischief glinting like starlight. But if what you want is for us talkin' to be funner… The word carries deliberate emphasis, drawn out just enough to tease. …then funner you’ll have.
He reaches out then, easy and unhurried, looping an arm around her shoulders and tugging her gently into his stride. The contact is casual, familiar, protective without being heavy, his pace adjusting automatically to match her bounce without ever acknowledging it aloud. The crowd thins as they drift farther from the heart of the festival, noise softening, pollen thickening the air until the world feels hazy at the edges. Vesper exhales, the sound quiet but weighted, and this time when he speaks it’s steadier, more serious beneath the ease. I need to talk to you about somethin’, he says, already anticipating the way her mind might spark and scatter if left to fill in the blanks, so he doesn’t let it.
I'm plannin’ on stayin’ up north a while longer, he continues, eyes forward, voice even. Then he glances down at her, brows lifting just slightly, the look meaningful and unmistakable as the thought echoes alongside it. A lot longer.
And I'm going down, where the waves will surround
to the roar and the pound, Of the wild wild sea
Talking sweet to me
to the roar and the pound, Of the wild wild sea
Talking sweet to me
☆ 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.
