I know you wanna save me but it's better if you don't
The world remains unnervingly flat around him, stripped of colour in a way his eyes can’t account for. He can still see the burgundy stain along Colt’s lips and the red gloss of the cherry pinched between her fingers, but neither carries the texture it should. Nothing reaches beyond itself. Her smile is only the movement of her mouth, her invitation only the pat of her palm against stone, and without the thoughts and emotions that once gave those gestures depth, everything feels like a painted imitation of the world he knows.
Vesper has never considered his telepathy separate from his other senses; it isn’t something he switches on so much as a constant current running beneath the rest, helping him judge distance and danger with an ease he’d taken for granted. Losing it feels less like silence than sudden blindness, leaving him uncertain how to move through a space he once navigated without thought. Even crossing the few remaining feet to Colt has become strangely difficult, his body awkward beneath the burden of having to consciously choose every step.
The coin slips less cleanly across his knuckles as he comes closer, catching against one finger before he folds it into his palm. His jaw tightens around the peppermint bark, and he swallows hard enough to feel the drag of it down his throat. Without the familiar colour of Colt’s feelings waiting behind her expression, he can’t tell whether the fragile curve of her smile is hope or pain, and the not knowing makes the space beside her seem impossibly exposed.
His gaze drops to the cherries when she offers them, and he gives a vague nod that acknowledges the words without quite answering them. "Yeah," he murmurs, the drawl thinner than usual as he lowers himself onto the rock with a care that borders on caution. He leaves the fruit untouched between them, one hand braced beside his thigh while the other closes around the coin, still trying to find his balance in a world that has abruptly lost one of its dimensions. "I mean...that's..nice of you."
Vesper has never considered his telepathy separate from his other senses; it isn’t something he switches on so much as a constant current running beneath the rest, helping him judge distance and danger with an ease he’d taken for granted. Losing it feels less like silence than sudden blindness, leaving him uncertain how to move through a space he once navigated without thought. Even crossing the few remaining feet to Colt has become strangely difficult, his body awkward beneath the burden of having to consciously choose every step.
The coin slips less cleanly across his knuckles as he comes closer, catching against one finger before he folds it into his palm. His jaw tightens around the peppermint bark, and he swallows hard enough to feel the drag of it down his throat. Without the familiar colour of Colt’s feelings waiting behind her expression, he can’t tell whether the fragile curve of her smile is hope or pain, and the not knowing makes the space beside her seem impossibly exposed.
His gaze drops to the cherries when she offers them, and he gives a vague nod that acknowledges the words without quite answering them. "Yeah," he murmurs, the drawl thinner than usual as he lowers himself onto the rock with a care that borders on caution. He leaves the fruit untouched between them, one hand braced beside his thigh while the other closes around the coin, still trying to find his balance in a world that has abruptly lost one of its dimensions. "I mean...that's..nice of you."
Vesper
'cause a heavy heart is hard to keep afloat
☆ 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.
