VESPER
Vesper shifts back into fur awkwardly this time, irritation carrying over where it should not, compacting itself into muscle and teeth and the sharp, restless flick of a tail that refuses to still. He has displaced things in the living room—a book nudged from its careful stack, a small object sent skittering off a shelf—the quiet evidence of agitation left behind like pawprints in dust. Now he sits on the kitchen table, an affront to order by virtue of placement alone, blue eyes bright and unblinking as rain taps steadily at the windows.
Without the sharper edge of his usual awareness, as Niki enters, everything arrives blunted, impressions reduced to movement and tone and the faintest emotional weather rather than anything precise. It leaves him ill-equipped for the ache that lingers anyway, misdirected now into something smaller and meaner, all bristling nerves and offended pride.
He watches the necromancer through narrowed eyes, tail lashing once, twice, the sound a soft thump against the kitchen table’s edge. Whatever apology he could not give earlier has no place here, filtered out entirely by instinct, leaving behind only the sensation of having been thwarted and the reflexive urge to make that someone else’s problem. A low, sharp chirr slips from him before he can stop it, not quite a meow, more a pointed commentary on the state of things. He does not move to greet or console, instead holding his ground, tail continuing its irritated rhythm, gaze fixed on Niki with the intensity of a creature that has decided, for the moment, that the universe is deeply unsatisfactory and that this, somehow, is related.
Without the sharper edge of his usual awareness, as Niki enters, everything arrives blunted, impressions reduced to movement and tone and the faintest emotional weather rather than anything precise. It leaves him ill-equipped for the ache that lingers anyway, misdirected now into something smaller and meaner, all bristling nerves and offended pride.
He watches the necromancer through narrowed eyes, tail lashing once, twice, the sound a soft thump against the kitchen table’s edge. Whatever apology he could not give earlier has no place here, filtered out entirely by instinct, leaving behind only the sensation of having been thwarted and the reflexive urge to make that someone else’s problem. A low, sharp chirr slips from him before he can stop it, not quite a meow, more a pointed commentary on the state of things. He does not move to greet or console, instead holding his ground, tail continuing its irritated rhythm, gaze fixed on Niki with the intensity of a creature that has decided, for the moment, that the universe is deeply unsatisfactory and that this, somehow, is related.
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.
