VESPER
The explosion in Nova's mind is immediate. Not gradual, not building, just a sudden, glittering detonation of curiosity and delight that bursts through him in a cascade of questions before she’s even finished asking them aloud. It crackles bright and relentless, every possibility unfolding at once: colours, fabrics, magic, surprise, ownership, immediacy, all of it stacking and tangling and demanding resolution now now now, but Vesper doesn’t so much as blink.
He watches her bounce in place, eyes alight, practically vibrating out of her own skin, and the contrast between her internal storm and his outward stillness settles into something almost deliberate. His brow lifts slowly, the faintest smirk ghosting at the corner of his mouth as though he’s observing a particularly energetic weather pattern rather than being caught in its centre.
He lets her finish. Lets the last question hang. Then he says nothing, just looks at her, entirely composed, the silence stretching with quiet, unhurried patience that borders on cruel. A second passes. Maybe two. His shoulder lifts in a loose, roguish shrug. "Maybe it isn’t even for you," he offers lightly, as if the thought has only just occurred to him. "Maybe I just figured your measurements might be close enough."
The widening of his eyes is pure theatre, the grin that follows just shy of wicked. Before she can properly detonate again, he loops an arm around her shoulders and tugs her in against his side, steering her away from the edge of the estuary with easy, unspoken intent. "C’mon," he says, already turning them back toward firmer ground, the murmur of the water and its borrowed voices fading behind them. "Let’s go get some lunch." His grip is light but certain, guiding rather than dragging, and though his attention shifts forward, there’s a flicker of quiet satisfaction in the way her energy spills against him; bright enough to fill the space, loud enough to keep everything else at bay, if only for a while.
~FIN
He watches her bounce in place, eyes alight, practically vibrating out of her own skin, and the contrast between her internal storm and his outward stillness settles into something almost deliberate. His brow lifts slowly, the faintest smirk ghosting at the corner of his mouth as though he’s observing a particularly energetic weather pattern rather than being caught in its centre.
He lets her finish. Lets the last question hang. Then he says nothing, just looks at her, entirely composed, the silence stretching with quiet, unhurried patience that borders on cruel. A second passes. Maybe two. His shoulder lifts in a loose, roguish shrug. "Maybe it isn’t even for you," he offers lightly, as if the thought has only just occurred to him. "Maybe I just figured your measurements might be close enough."
The widening of his eyes is pure theatre, the grin that follows just shy of wicked. Before she can properly detonate again, he loops an arm around her shoulders and tugs her in against his side, steering her away from the edge of the estuary with easy, unspoken intent. "C’mon," he says, already turning them back toward firmer ground, the murmur of the water and its borrowed voices fading behind them. "Let’s go get some lunch." His grip is light but certain, guiding rather than dragging, and though his attention shifts forward, there’s a flicker of quiet satisfaction in the way her energy spills against him; bright enough to fill the space, loud enough to keep everything else at bay, if only for a while.
~FIN
Will I ever quit playing with matches?
Why am I making angels in the ashes?
Why am I making angels in the ashes?
☆ 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.
