VESPER
Vesper answers the necromancer with a deep unapologetic purr vibrating through him as he continues to grind his cheek into the catnip with wholehearted devotion. Whatever sharpness had defined him earlier has dissolved entirely, replaced by a languid, boneless contentment that radiates outward in soft pulses, tail swishing lazily now rather than snapping, paws flexing and relaxing as if the table itself has become something worth kneading into submission.
The bell draws his attention despite himself and he stills mid-flail, one paw suspended in the air, blue eyes locking onto the small wooden sphere as it rolls toward him. The sound is bright and tempting, the promise of motion contained just out of reach, and for several seconds he simply watches it, pupils widening, head tilting the barest fraction as instinct recalibrates priorities. Catnip may rule the body, but curiosity retains its own jurisdiction. With exaggerated care, he stretches out a single paw, extending it slowly, delicately, as though the slightest excess force might offend the object into retreat. The pads brush the ball just enough to set the bell chiming, a soft, triumphant jingle ringing out across the table, and he freezes again, satisfied, as if this alone has proven a point.
Then, decision made, he withdraws his paw and collapses back into the herbs with renewed enthusiasm, rolling onto his side and resuming his purring sprawl as though the bell has already served its purpose.
The bell draws his attention despite himself and he stills mid-flail, one paw suspended in the air, blue eyes locking onto the small wooden sphere as it rolls toward him. The sound is bright and tempting, the promise of motion contained just out of reach, and for several seconds he simply watches it, pupils widening, head tilting the barest fraction as instinct recalibrates priorities. Catnip may rule the body, but curiosity retains its own jurisdiction. With exaggerated care, he stretches out a single paw, extending it slowly, delicately, as though the slightest excess force might offend the object into retreat. The pads brush the ball just enough to set the bell chiming, a soft, triumphant jingle ringing out across the table, and he freezes again, satisfied, as if this alone has proven a point.
Then, decision made, he withdraws his paw and collapses back into the herbs with renewed enthusiasm, rolling onto his side and resuming his purring sprawl as though the bell has already served its purpose.
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.
