I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper listens without interruption, expression composed and faintly attentive, though the wolfish hint of amusement never quite leaves his eyes. The warnings land where they are meant to—forest resistance, Fae temperament, the slow collapse of would-be governance—but they don't root, instead drifting across him like weather. When Liam finishes, Vesper’s mouth curves slightly at one corner. "Maybe,"[ he says mildly, rolling a shoulder again as if the notion itself weighs very little, "you’ve just been going about it the wrong way."
There is no bite in it, no open challenge, just an almost lazy confidence, as though he finds the problem interesting but hardly insurmountable. The Greatwood working against someone, the Fae being difficult. The demigod doesn't dismiss the complications; he simply does not seem troubled by them.
At the idea of ruling for the sake of it, he gives a small shrug, clearly also unbothered by the idea that ruling needs to be done with an aim toward permanence before his gaze shifts back to Liam, sharper now, curiosity edged in something cooler. "But if that’s how it feels," he continues, tone still light though the question beneath it is not, "if no one really cares, if the Fae would rather see outsiders gone, if there’s hardly anyone here to govern in the first place.." He lets the thought trail just long enough to be deliberate before finishing it. "Why bother living here?"
There is no bite in it, no open challenge, just an almost lazy confidence, as though he finds the problem interesting but hardly insurmountable. The Greatwood working against someone, the Fae being difficult. The demigod doesn't dismiss the complications; he simply does not seem troubled by them.
At the idea of ruling for the sake of it, he gives a small shrug, clearly also unbothered by the idea that ruling needs to be done with an aim toward permanence before his gaze shifts back to Liam, sharper now, curiosity edged in something cooler. "But if that’s how it feels," he continues, tone still light though the question beneath it is not, "if no one really cares, if the Fae would rather see outsiders gone, if there’s hardly anyone here to govern in the first place.." He lets the thought trail just long enough to be deliberate before finishing it. "Why bother living here?"
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.
