VESPER
Vesper stands out in the rain as though he has misplaced himself on purpose. The jacket he wears is practical rather than elegant; dark, water-slick, hood pulled up against the steady insistence of the downpour. The signpost before him is crooked, half-sunk into the mud, its carved arrows barely visible beneath a slick, crawling mass the colour of old earth and worse intentions. Vesper would ordinarily ignore it—let the Greatwood keep its souvenirs—but this particular sign has become inconveniently consistent. More often than not, when he asks the Greatwood to return him to Niki’s door, it delivers him here first, as though insisting on an intermediate step, a landmark it expects him to acknowledge. Near to the necromancer's home, at least in the way the Wildwood understands proximity.
Shadows gather at his feet, restrained and obedient, sliding forward at a measured pace as he lifts a gloved hand and draws them upward along the post. They peel the mud away in slow, deliberate strokes, revealing weathered wood and an arrow that points nowhere reliably. Rain beads along the exposed surface, washing filth downward in dark rivulets, and for a moment the sign stands clean, almost respectable before the mud stirs again.
It collects at the base, thickening, remembering itself, pushing upward with stubby, grasping intent, as though offended by the suggestion that it should stay erased. Vesper exhales through his nose, tilting his head back just enough for rain to slide off the edge of his hood. "Cunt," he huffs.
Shadows gather at his feet, restrained and obedient, sliding forward at a measured pace as he lifts a gloved hand and draws them upward along the post. They peel the mud away in slow, deliberate strokes, revealing weathered wood and an arrow that points nowhere reliably. Rain beads along the exposed surface, washing filth downward in dark rivulets, and for a moment the sign stands clean, almost respectable before the mud stirs again.
It collects at the base, thickening, remembering itself, pushing upward with stubby, grasping intent, as though offended by the suggestion that it should stay erased. Vesper exhales through his nose, tilting his head back just enough for rain to slide off the edge of his hood. "Cunt," he huffs.
And it's all my fault that I'm still the one you want
So what are you after? Some kind of disaster?
So what are you after? Some kind of disaster?
☆ 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.
