VESPER
Vesper’s brow lifts a fraction in instinctive agreement at the assessment, a silent acknowledgement that settles easily before the rest of what follows has time to make sense of itself, but..goats ? Actual goats? His attention, which has been loosely anchored to the sign and the stubborn persistence of the mud, slips sideways at that, eyes narrowing as though the woods itself had mispronounced something important. For a moment he simply looks at Jack and then he blinks once, slowly. "What?"
The word comes out flat, genuinely unguarded, and he runs a hand back through damp hair beneath the hood before letting it fall again, breath leaving him in a short, disbelieving exhale. Ribbons. A herd? There is no clever reframing that rescues this into coherence, no hidden meaning waiting to be unraveled, and that, perhaps more than anything, is what leaves him momentarily stranded with it.
"When I ended things," he says at last, voice dry with the faint edge of resignation, "I whistled while I walked away. Real casual and upbeat sounding to make it very clear about it being finished, and also to make it seem like I didn't care that it was." He'd really thought that would put an end to things in a way that'd be painful (for them both, as it happened), but certainly not in a way that would invite whatever this sort of response was.
Heat rolls suddenly through the rain-chilled air thanks to Jack and the memory mud reacts at once, shrinking back on itself, cracking and flaking as it loses cohesion. Vesper’s gaze flicks toward the sign again, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he echoes the sentiment with quiet amusement. "Well, would you look at that." His shadows remain unbothered by the heat, slipping forward with unhurried precision to flick away the dried remnants as they curl and fall, cleaning up what remains without ceremony.
The word comes out flat, genuinely unguarded, and he runs a hand back through damp hair beneath the hood before letting it fall again, breath leaving him in a short, disbelieving exhale. Ribbons. A herd? There is no clever reframing that rescues this into coherence, no hidden meaning waiting to be unraveled, and that, perhaps more than anything, is what leaves him momentarily stranded with it.
"When I ended things," he says at last, voice dry with the faint edge of resignation, "I whistled while I walked away. Real casual and upbeat sounding to make it very clear about it being finished, and also to make it seem like I didn't care that it was." He'd really thought that would put an end to things in a way that'd be painful (for them both, as it happened), but certainly not in a way that would invite whatever this sort of response was.
Heat rolls suddenly through the rain-chilled air thanks to Jack and the memory mud reacts at once, shrinking back on itself, cracking and flaking as it loses cohesion. Vesper’s gaze flicks toward the sign again, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he echoes the sentiment with quiet amusement. "Well, would you look at that." His shadows remain unbothered by the heat, slipping forward with unhurried precision to flick away the dried remnants as they curl and fall, cleaning up what remains without ceremony.
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.
