VESPER
Vesper feels the way her idea blooms—bright, insistent, stitched together with hope—and he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face. He dips his brows at her, an exaggerated bounce meant purely to tease, and sends the thought back along their shared thread, warm with approval. Sounds like a damn good idea. There’s a softer note that follows, steadier and more grounded. And things that’re hard to find’re always worth more anyway. The sentiment settles without fuss, not a rejection of her hope but a shaping of it, something resilient enough to survive distance without shattering.
Her thoughts begin to spiral again—plans, protections, glittering contingencies—and he doesn’t try to stop them. Instead, he huffs a quiet laugh, the sound fond and unguarded, and reaches out to ruffle her hair with easy familiarity. The gesture is gentle but thorough, meant to scramble both curls and overthinking in equal measure, and he nods once, decisively, as if that settles everything that actually matters.
"C’mon," he says, the word light, coaxing, eyes flicking up toward the riot of colour drifting lazily overhead. Balloons sway against the blue, baskets creaking, laughter spilling down in little bursts. His smirk returns, sharp at the edges, daring in a way that feels deliberately chosen. "Pretty sure between the two of us we can get one of those things into the sky." He angles his head toward the nearest launch point, shadows already loosening at his feet as if anticipating motion. "And go for a ride," he adds, tone easy, confident, like gravity is optional when Nova’s involved.
~FIN
Her thoughts begin to spiral again—plans, protections, glittering contingencies—and he doesn’t try to stop them. Instead, he huffs a quiet laugh, the sound fond and unguarded, and reaches out to ruffle her hair with easy familiarity. The gesture is gentle but thorough, meant to scramble both curls and overthinking in equal measure, and he nods once, decisively, as if that settles everything that actually matters.
"C’mon," he says, the word light, coaxing, eyes flicking up toward the riot of colour drifting lazily overhead. Balloons sway against the blue, baskets creaking, laughter spilling down in little bursts. His smirk returns, sharp at the edges, daring in a way that feels deliberately chosen. "Pretty sure between the two of us we can get one of those things into the sky." He angles his head toward the nearest launch point, shadows already loosening at his feet as if anticipating motion. "And go for a ride," he adds, tone easy, confident, like gravity is optional when Nova’s involved.
~FIN
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.
