I don't know what I'm looking for
The word settles between them, and Vesper’s brows lift slightly before his lips press into a thin, understanding line. He exhales through his nose, not quite a sigh, but something adjacent to it. "Ah, yeah," he says quietly, the edge of his tone smoothing into something less amused and more measured. "Shame about all that." He doesn't press at Liam's grief as it sits there—heavy, iron-laced—neither comfort nor distance, only acknowledgment.
At the surprise in Liam’s voice, Vesper’s attention sharpens again, faint amusement returning to the corners of his mouth. He rolls one shoulder loosely as if shaking off the weight of other regions and their expectations, the movement unhurried beneath the filtered moonlight. "I like that the fae can't lie," he replies, dry but not unkind. "That kind shit makes a place pretty straightforward." His gaze drifts briefly upward, toward branches that swallow starlight and give it back only in fragments. The question of staying draws a thoughtful inhale from him, measured enough to suggest consideration rather than impulse. Then a smirk curves across his mouth, subtle and edged.
"I was debatin' takin it over, actually," he says lightly, as though discussing a temporary hobby rather than governance. The glint in his eyes makes it difficult to tell where the jest ends and something more sincere begins.
At the surprise in Liam’s voice, Vesper’s attention sharpens again, faint amusement returning to the corners of his mouth. He rolls one shoulder loosely as if shaking off the weight of other regions and their expectations, the movement unhurried beneath the filtered moonlight. "I like that the fae can't lie," he replies, dry but not unkind. "That kind shit makes a place pretty straightforward." His gaze drifts briefly upward, toward branches that swallow starlight and give it back only in fragments. The question of staying draws a thoughtful inhale from him, measured enough to suggest consideration rather than impulse. Then a smirk curves across his mouth, subtle and edged.
"I was debatin' takin it over, actually," he says lightly, as though discussing a temporary hobby rather than governance. The glint in his eyes makes it difficult to tell where the jest ends and something more sincere begins.
but I swear to God I'll find it
☆ 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.
