VESPER
The shift in Nova hits him before she even stops moving, her brightness frosting over into something sharp and crystalline, sparkles stiffening like hoarfrost clinging to glass. Vesper’s gaze drops to her hands, to the way the light around her hesitates, and only then does he slow, then stop entirely when she does, shadows pooling at his feet as the festival noise thins behind them. He lets his arm fall away from her shoulders, deliberately gentle, giving her space rather than trying to hold her together by force. He turns to face her fully, posture easy but attentive, eyes softer now as she spins to him, questions tumbling over one another until they fracture into something dangerously close to hurt.
‘Course I’m gonna see it, he sends quietly, the thought smooth and immediate, a small smile tugging at his mouth as he meets her gaze. Caly already told me all about it last season. The image comes with it—windows catching light, colour everywhere, Nova’s fingerprints on every impossible detail— and his expression warms despite himself.
Vesper exhales, fondness threading through the bond like a sigh. Sounds like you’ve got it handled anyway, he adds, affectionate and teasing in the same breath. Don’t need me showin’ up an’ ruin’ the sparkly vibe. You an’ Caly’ve got this. The reassurance is real, even if it costs him something to give it.
When it comes to the rest—the leaving, the why—his jaw tightens, muscle feathering as he tips his head back to glance up at the endless, cloudless blue. For a moment he just breathes, shadows curling closer as if to shield the confession even from the sky. Bein’ a telepath ruined any chance I had with Colt, he admits at last, the thought careful, restrained. And of course I can’t tell her that. The frustration there is quiet but deep, worn smooth by repetition rather than sharp with anger. His gaze drops back to Nova, the polish slipping enough for weariness to show.
He frowns, looking down and away this time, guilt flickering like a dimmed star. The way I ended things was...real mean. He swallows, the sensation carried cleanly through the bond. I did it so she’d move on. Thought it’d be kinder in the long run. A pause, heavier. But stayin’—rubbing her face in it every day—feels like it'd be worse The shadows at his feet stir, restless but contained. When he looks back at Nova, his expression is tired, sad in a way he doesn’t often allow himself to be, yet steady all the same.
‘Course I’m gonna see it, he sends quietly, the thought smooth and immediate, a small smile tugging at his mouth as he meets her gaze. Caly already told me all about it last season. The image comes with it—windows catching light, colour everywhere, Nova’s fingerprints on every impossible detail— and his expression warms despite himself.
Vesper exhales, fondness threading through the bond like a sigh. Sounds like you’ve got it handled anyway, he adds, affectionate and teasing in the same breath. Don’t need me showin’ up an’ ruin’ the sparkly vibe. You an’ Caly’ve got this. The reassurance is real, even if it costs him something to give it.
When it comes to the rest—the leaving, the why—his jaw tightens, muscle feathering as he tips his head back to glance up at the endless, cloudless blue. For a moment he just breathes, shadows curling closer as if to shield the confession even from the sky. Bein’ a telepath ruined any chance I had with Colt, he admits at last, the thought careful, restrained. And of course I can’t tell her that. The frustration there is quiet but deep, worn smooth by repetition rather than sharp with anger. His gaze drops back to Nova, the polish slipping enough for weariness to show.
He frowns, looking down and away this time, guilt flickering like a dimmed star. The way I ended things was...real mean. He swallows, the sensation carried cleanly through the bond. I did it so she’d move on. Thought it’d be kinder in the long run. A pause, heavier. But stayin’—rubbing her face in it every day—feels like it'd be worse The shadows at his feet stir, restless but contained. When he looks back at Nova, his expression is tired, sad in a way he doesn’t often allow himself to be, yet steady all the same.
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.
