VESPER
Vesper’s attention flicks over the bruising with only a brief, assessing glance, the way an animal notes damage without dwelling on blame. The colours register as contrast rather than consequence, already filed away as part of the larger, familiar pattern of Niki’s body, no longer demanding the sharp, instinctive focus they once did. Even the older scars fail to catch for long, stripped now of novelty and folded into recognition, and whatever unease lingers from earlier has been dulled by warmth and routine and the quiet certainty of this place.
He shifts closer as Niki settles, the mattress dipping just enough to invite him in, and presses himself along the necromancer’s side with unceremonious confidence. Fur meets fabric, heat traded freely and without commentary, his body aligning with practiced ease as though he has always known precisely how to fit here. A paw tucks in, tail curling once before going still, and his purr begins almost immediately, low and steady, a vibration that fills the space between them and bleeds softly into the room.
Sleep takes him quickly, carried on the rhythm of rain against the roof and the slower, deeper cadence of Niki’s breathing beneath his own. Whatever sharp edges defined the day fade into something indistinct and distant, replaced by the simple satisfaction of closeness and shared warmth, and Vesper dreams of nothing at all.
~FIN
He shifts closer as Niki settles, the mattress dipping just enough to invite him in, and presses himself along the necromancer’s side with unceremonious confidence. Fur meets fabric, heat traded freely and without commentary, his body aligning with practiced ease as though he has always known precisely how to fit here. A paw tucks in, tail curling once before going still, and his purr begins almost immediately, low and steady, a vibration that fills the space between them and bleeds softly into the room.
Sleep takes him quickly, carried on the rhythm of rain against the roof and the slower, deeper cadence of Niki’s breathing beneath his own. Whatever sharp edges defined the day fade into something indistinct and distant, replaced by the simple satisfaction of closeness and shared warmth, and Vesper dreams of nothing at all.
~FIN
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.
