I need your hand but I don't want to burn it
Vesper lets the question settle while he rolls his shoulders, trying to work loose the tension that has crept high enough to brush his ears. There’s no clean answer waiting for him, only the shape of the year behind them and the narrow possibilities left now that neither of them can pretend the distance was easy. "Well, I did spend the last year avoidin' you," he says eventually, the dryness in his voice softened by the fact that it isn’t a joke. "I won’t have to do that now." That would close part of the distance, at least.
He glances toward her as one hand passes back through his hair, the pale strands darkening beneath his fingers as his magic moves through them before fading slowly back to moonlight. His sigh follows the motion, low and tired, while he considers the one thing he can offer without promising what he still believes would ruin them both. "We could be friends, I guess." The last two words land with all the awkwardness they deserve, not because he doesn’t want it, but because suggesting friendship after everything between them feels laughably small and painfully difficult at once. Still, despite the history knotted around them—or perhaps because of it—it’s the only shape he can imagine holding without breaking beneath the weight of everything else.
Vesper turns more fully toward her then, blue eyes searching out the amber of hers as his expression settles into something quieter than resignation. "The choice is yours."
He glances toward her as one hand passes back through his hair, the pale strands darkening beneath his fingers as his magic moves through them before fading slowly back to moonlight. His sigh follows the motion, low and tired, while he considers the one thing he can offer without promising what he still believes would ruin them both. "We could be friends, I guess." The last two words land with all the awkwardness they deserve, not because he doesn’t want it, but because suggesting friendship after everything between them feels laughably small and painfully difficult at once. Still, despite the history knotted around them—or perhaps because of it—it’s the only shape he can imagine holding without breaking beneath the weight of everything else.
Vesper turns more fully toward her then, blue eyes searching out the amber of hers as his expression settles into something quieter than resignation. "The choice is yours."
No I don't deserve it, I don't deserve 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.
