VESPER
The cat’s stare sharpens the moment the scritching stops, blue eyes narrowing just enough to convey profound offence. He does not move, does not vocalise, does not so much as flick his tail, but the look itself is eloquent, the feline equivalent of did I fuckin' say stop? It fades only when Niki mentions cream, at which point Vesper’s attention slides after him with unmistakable focus, gaze tracking every step from cupboard to fridge with predatory interest.
When the saucer is set before him, he lowers his head to inspect it first, nose hovering just above the pale surface as he weighs the offering with all the solemnity it deserves. Satisfied, he laps delicately, tongue precise and unhurried, finding the taste inexplicably perfect. Rich, cool, indulgent in a way he has never once enjoyed as a man, and yet now it feels entirely correct, as though this body has opinions he is only just beginning to understand. He pauses now and then to swipe his tongue neatly over his whiskers, fastidious even in indulgence, ensuring not a drop disturbs the sleek perfection of his coat before returning to the saucer to finish every last trace. Only once it is pristine does he lift his head again, eyes half-lidded with contentment.
By then, Niki has turned his attention back to the stove, the kitchen settling into the quiet domestic rhythm of simmering soup and rain against glass. Vesper watches for another moment, committing the scene to memory—the warmth, the ease, the absence of sharp edges—before making his decision. With a smooth hop, he drops down from the table, landing without a sound, and slips away into the deeper shadows of the house. He moves through it like he belongs there, tail high, curiosity leading him onward as he explores rooms and corners at his leisure, leaving the kitchen behind and the faint sense that, once again, he has inserted himself exactly where he was not invited, and exactly where he intends to remain.
When the saucer is set before him, he lowers his head to inspect it first, nose hovering just above the pale surface as he weighs the offering with all the solemnity it deserves. Satisfied, he laps delicately, tongue precise and unhurried, finding the taste inexplicably perfect. Rich, cool, indulgent in a way he has never once enjoyed as a man, and yet now it feels entirely correct, as though this body has opinions he is only just beginning to understand. He pauses now and then to swipe his tongue neatly over his whiskers, fastidious even in indulgence, ensuring not a drop disturbs the sleek perfection of his coat before returning to the saucer to finish every last trace. Only once it is pristine does he lift his head again, eyes half-lidded with contentment.
By then, Niki has turned his attention back to the stove, the kitchen settling into the quiet domestic rhythm of simmering soup and rain against glass. Vesper watches for another moment, committing the scene to memory—the warmth, the ease, the absence of sharp edges—before making his decision. With a smooth hop, he drops down from the table, landing without a sound, and slips away into the deeper shadows of the house. He moves through it like he belongs there, tail high, curiosity leading him onward as he explores rooms and corners at his leisure, leaving the kitchen behind and the faint sense that, once again, he has inserted himself exactly where he was not invited, and exactly where he intends to remain.
rot gut whiskey's gonna ease your mind
but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?
but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?
☆ 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.
