I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper’s expression does not change as the answer comes, though the quiet certainty in Liam’s voice settles through him like a stone dropped into still water. He hears far more than the spoken words, of course. The tension beneath them hums faintly at the edges of his awareness, doubt and irritation and the careful pride of someone who has chosen a life and refuses to let it be questioned too easily. The demigod gives none of that recognition away. If anything, his composure grows looser, shoulders lifting in an easy shrug as though the entire matter is little more than idle conversation.
One pale brow arches slightly. "But it wasn’t always home, was it?" he says, tone casual enough to pass for curiosity. The question hangs lightly in the air between them before he continues, the corner of his mouth tipping into something faintly sly. "You sure you’re sticking around because you love it that much," Vesper adds, voice still smooth and conversational, "or because you don’t want to deal with all the shit you left behind?"
Before the weight of the question can sharpen too much, he rolls a shoulder again, dismissive in the same breath that he offers the explanation. "People talk," he lies easily. "Ex-soldiers in bars tend to attract gossip." Especially ones seen bein' kissed by Torchline's queen.
One pale brow arches slightly. "But it wasn’t always home, was it?" he says, tone casual enough to pass for curiosity. The question hangs lightly in the air between them before he continues, the corner of his mouth tipping into something faintly sly. "You sure you’re sticking around because you love it that much," Vesper adds, voice still smooth and conversational, "or because you don’t want to deal with all the shit you left behind?"
Before the weight of the question can sharpen too much, he rolls a shoulder again, dismissive in the same breath that he offers the explanation. "People talk," he lies easily. "Ex-soldiers in bars tend to attract gossip." Especially ones seen bein' kissed by Torchline's queen.
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.
