VESPER
Deepfrost sits strangely over Haulani, less like winter and more like the city has briefly remembered how to breathe cooler air. The canals still gleam warm beneath the afternoon light, and the lower market still carries the smell of fried fish, salt, fruit, and too many people with too many pockets, but the breeze coming off the water has enough bite in it that Vesper has bothered with a dark sweater beneath his coat.
He waits where Jack told him to wait, not far from one of the quieter ways into Rae’s Fingers. From the street, the entrance looks like little more than a shadowed gap between stone and sea-wall, half-hidden behind trailing greenery and a stack of crates someone has taken care to leave in exactly the right place. It is not inviting, which is likely the point.
Vesper stands with one shoulder near the wall, pale hair stirred by the wind, the star beside his eye catching briefly whenever the light shifts. One hand rests in his pocket, silver rings cold against his fingers; the other turns a single playing card over and over with idle precision. He does not look impatient, though there is a certain limit to how long one can wait for a thief before lateness begins to look like character.
The job he's here to oversee is simple, which means it almost certainly isn’t: Somewhere inside the tunnels, tucked beneath a marker only smugglers and fools would think to trust, there is supposed to be an oilskin-wrapped ledger no bigger than a man’s palm. Jack wants it back quietly, which is the sort of instruction that sounds simple until other people become involved. Finch is one of those people, though Vesper only knows him by description for now: the man who stole from his father and lived long enough to be made useful instead of dead.
A charitable arrangement, really.
The card turns once more between his fingers as Vesper glances toward the market, then back to the narrow mouth of the tunnel where the dark waits cool and damp beneath the city.
He waits where Jack told him to wait, not far from one of the quieter ways into Rae’s Fingers. From the street, the entrance looks like little more than a shadowed gap between stone and sea-wall, half-hidden behind trailing greenery and a stack of crates someone has taken care to leave in exactly the right place. It is not inviting, which is likely the point.
Vesper stands with one shoulder near the wall, pale hair stirred by the wind, the star beside his eye catching briefly whenever the light shifts. One hand rests in his pocket, silver rings cold against his fingers; the other turns a single playing card over and over with idle precision. He does not look impatient, though there is a certain limit to how long one can wait for a thief before lateness begins to look like character.
The job he's here to oversee is simple, which means it almost certainly isn’t: Somewhere inside the tunnels, tucked beneath a marker only smugglers and fools would think to trust, there is supposed to be an oilskin-wrapped ledger no bigger than a man’s palm. Jack wants it back quietly, which is the sort of instruction that sounds simple until other people become involved. Finch is one of those people, though Vesper only knows him by description for now: the man who stole from his father and lived long enough to be made useful instead of dead.
A charitable arrangement, really.
The card turns once more between his fingers as Vesper glances toward the market, then back to the narrow mouth of the tunnel where the dark waits cool and damp beneath the city.
wake me when it's over
like a bad dream
like a bad dream
☆ 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.
