VESPER
A grin cuts briefly across Vesper’s mouth at that, sharp-edged and unapologetic, something a little too smug. "The fae can’t lie," he offers, as though that alone is an endorsement worth carving into the bark. "Which had it's benefits even without..." He trails off with a shrug; in a place where paths cheat and trees conspire, there is something oddly comforting about a rule that holds, even if it is enforced by creatures with their own interpretations of being honest (which Vesper can absolutely understand).
He nods at the mention of the Spillwave, rain darkening the shoulders of his jacket as his gaze drifts, momentarily distant. He has only seen it once, a pale, restrained stretch of water though his memories of it are blurred by the image of Colt's thighs tangled around his shoulders such that he sighs between a nod.
A breath leaves him in a slow sigh, more thoughtful than weary as he considers the practicality of the actual move. "Nova didn’t seem particularly thrilled about the idea of movin' again," he admits. There is no judgement attached to it, only the acknowledgement that roots, once tested, do not always enjoy being lifted twice. His attention slides back, eyes flicking toward Jack with a glint of something curious beneath the restraint. "Did you see the café they were workin' on?" The question lingers just long enough to suggest it matters, before he adds, almost casually, "If it comes to it, maybe Safrin could help move that as well. Spare them the trouble of rebuildin' from scratch, if everyone does decide to relocate."
He nods at the mention of the Spillwave, rain darkening the shoulders of his jacket as his gaze drifts, momentarily distant. He has only seen it once, a pale, restrained stretch of water though his memories of it are blurred by the image of Colt's thighs tangled around his shoulders such that he sighs between a nod.
A breath leaves him in a slow sigh, more thoughtful than weary as he considers the practicality of the actual move. "Nova didn’t seem particularly thrilled about the idea of movin' again," he admits. There is no judgement attached to it, only the acknowledgement that roots, once tested, do not always enjoy being lifted twice. His attention slides back, eyes flicking toward Jack with a glint of something curious beneath the restraint. "Did you see the café they were workin' on?" The question lingers just long enough to suggest it matters, before he adds, almost casually, "If it comes to it, maybe Safrin could help move that as well. Spare them the trouble of rebuildin' from scratch, if everyone does decide to relocate."
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.
