VESPER
Vesper continues to stare for a moment longer, expression suspended somewhere between disbelief and the slow recalibration of expectations. He had anticipated a reaction from Colt—anger, theatrics, a pointed absence—but this? Goats, ribboned and symbolic, somehow retroactively tied to sex , dumped at Ark of all places. There is no version of foresight that would have accounted for that particular escalation, and the absence of logic leaves him stranded, turning it over without finding a seam. A weary sigh slips free of him, shoulders settling as something dull and heavy presses behind his ribs. He glances sideways at Jack, voice lowered, unembellished. "Sorry you had to be the one to deal with it."
The rain keeps coming, steady and unapologetic, and Vesper lifts his gaze at the question, taking in the Wildwood as it looms and breathes around them. The trees crowd close without quite touching, paths bending in half-remembered directions, will-o’-wisps bobbing like patient spectators. "I like it," he says after a moment, tone thoughtful rather than bright. His eyes drift north—or what he believes might be north, given the forest’s tendency to rearrange itself—and he tilts his head slightly. "The ocean borders it, up there." His brows rise faintly as he looks back to Jack, something like dry amusement threading through the rain-soaked quiet. "I imagine Safrin would give us both a bit more coastline if we asked her real nice."
With the heat gone, the last of the memory mud slumps and resists weakly, and Vesper’s shadows respond at once, scooping and flinging it as far into the undergrowth as they can manage. It splatters distantly, swallowed by roots and darkness, and the sign stands clean at last, arrows pointing in directions that may or may not actually line up with what was written on the sign.
The rain keeps coming, steady and unapologetic, and Vesper lifts his gaze at the question, taking in the Wildwood as it looms and breathes around them. The trees crowd close without quite touching, paths bending in half-remembered directions, will-o’-wisps bobbing like patient spectators. "I like it," he says after a moment, tone thoughtful rather than bright. His eyes drift north—or what he believes might be north, given the forest’s tendency to rearrange itself—and he tilts his head slightly. "The ocean borders it, up there." His brows rise faintly as he looks back to Jack, something like dry amusement threading through the rain-soaked quiet. "I imagine Safrin would give us both a bit more coastline if we asked her real nice."
With the heat gone, the last of the memory mud slumps and resists weakly, and Vesper’s shadows respond at once, scooping and flinging it as far into the undergrowth as they can manage. It splatters distantly, swallowed by roots and darkness, and the sign stands clean at last, arrows pointing in directions that may or may not actually line up with what was written on the sign.
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.
