I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper’s brows lift at that, the smallest flicker of acknowledgement sharpening his expression as Liam’s words settle into place. Home can change. "Mm," he hums softly, almost to himself, though the curve of his mouth suggests the other mans' words precisely prove his point. He doesn’t press the point further, not aloud. There’s no need. The contradiction lingers well enough on its own, and Vesper has never been one to overwork an argument once it’s found its footing. Maybe in time Liam would see it for himself; if home could change, then it served as a weak reason to remain in a place that, by his own admission, seemed to not care if he stayed around at best, and wanted him gone at worst.
Liam’s posture, the set of his shoulders, the careful way he reins himself back in reads plainly enough without any deeper reach, and Vesper’s answering smile is easy, unbothered, as though none of it has caught or stuck. If anything, he looks faintly entertained by the shift, not unkindly so, but with the quiet detachment of someone watching a pattern confirm itself.
"Well," he says, light and conversational again, as if they’ve wandered back onto safer ground without ever naming it, "it was good running into you." He lifts a hand in a loose, casual wave, already half-turned as though the moment has naturally reached its end. Moonlight catches briefly along the edge of him—the line of his jaw, the glint of silver—and then he steps, not back but through, the space he occupies folding neatly into shadow as he misty-steps away, leaving the night to close in behind him as though he’d never quite been standing there at all.
~FIN
Liam’s posture, the set of his shoulders, the careful way he reins himself back in reads plainly enough without any deeper reach, and Vesper’s answering smile is easy, unbothered, as though none of it has caught or stuck. If anything, he looks faintly entertained by the shift, not unkindly so, but with the quiet detachment of someone watching a pattern confirm itself.
"Well," he says, light and conversational again, as if they’ve wandered back onto safer ground without ever naming it, "it was good running into you." He lifts a hand in a loose, casual wave, already half-turned as though the moment has naturally reached its end. Moonlight catches briefly along the edge of him—the line of his jaw, the glint of silver—and then he steps, not back but through, the space he occupies folding neatly into shadow as he misty-steps away, leaving the night to close in behind him as though he’d never quite been standing there at all.
~FIN
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.
