Vesper stepped out of the shower in a rather exhausted mood after having barely any sleep atall the last few nights. He peeked out from the bathroom to be sure he could change without the company of his roommate - walking out when he was sure the room was empty. He allowed the towel to drop and began searching through his drawers. It was a day off to he didn't think he needed to wear anything to really impress... In fact the Vetala hoped to take the day off and just relax - perhaps even try to sleep. Vesper almost lept out of his skin hearing someone walk in unannounced. "H-hey hey! Not decent!" he shouted, quickly pulling pants on as if his life depended on it. 

Hearing the voice of his girlfriend put him slightly for at ease, however he was still quite petrified for reasons he couldn't exactly pin point... "Wh-!" he was cut off as she began explaining, becoming less tense and face softening as she spoke. The vetala paused for a moment before looking up to respond. "Do I have to wear a shirt?"

Be Better || Vessy

Nyla strode into Vesper’s room like she owned the place, leaning over in front of a mirror. “Yeah, sorry in advance, honey,” Nyla said as she pulled a makeup removing wipe out of her bag and wiped it over her face. She threw the wipe in her bag and stood up straight, “classes are done for the day and we’re going back to my room and you’re staying in with me. My roomate is out so we’re going to just watch stupid movies and play video games, okay?” she swung her bag over her shoulder, her face clean and stance prepared…. Firm. “Neither of us are going to worry about what we look like or what anyone thinks. We’ll just enjoy… Us… Okay?” her voice veered off towards the end and she allowed a gentle smile, walking over and grabbing hold of Vesper’s hands.

"Oh good, Darling I've found you!

I thought you’d be able to help me out… You see I’ve been wondering for quite some time now, am I ripped enough to wear this muscle shirt or are you not into charming British studs anymore?”

Vesper was at an ominous state of mind - annoyance and enjoyment mixing together like some sweet poisonous liquid inside of his mind and heart. It was a dangerous state for anyone to be around... but he didn't much care now oddly enough. The basilisk chuckled darkly as she sneered at his remark, such an adorable and cloying little creature she was... He just wanted to hold her down beneath him and pierce her neck, sucking her up until she was a shriveled up husk of skin

... The shadows around him all erupted in laughter causing this mind set to falter, becoming slightly sickened by his own thoughts without recollection of why and how they came about. The sudden oncoming shadows did not faze Vesper in the least - only providing him with a twisted sense of glee and sick amazement at the sight.

It was as if something was flipping a switch rapidly in his mind... changing his personality like a jump cut in play. His heart began to beat and crash and pound on the inside of his hollow chest cavity like a beast begging to be released - almost completely ignoring the taunts by mistake. Vesper let out a laugh when the spikes formed... "And you would be one to talk, no?" he wanted to call her on a bluff. He was certain that if the shadows could harm him they would have - and if she just wanted to play with her food for a bit... Oh well. If it got him killed, so what? Oh what a fun game of roulette this was ~ nothing quite like a good gamble. His eyes shifted into a snake like appearance, glowing blue amidst the shadows. "Sorry love ~" he hissed sadistically "I don't hit girls... Now if you wouldn't mind I would appreciate if you vacated my presence. I have no time to gallivant around swinging a sword to try and impress a stranger." The shadows pointed and laughed hysterically, he twitched a bit at the sound.

True Colours || Vesper & Fox

sleep my chemical romance

like last night, they’re not like tremors, they’re worse than tremors they’re these… terrors. and it’s like, it feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat and squeezing and i can’t…. i can’t ever wake up.

Small guilt manages to sneak up on him seeing that look of concern on her face - a small wisp of a shadow whispering in his ear before dissipating back into his mind... He gave an unnoticeable shudder, something kept more internally at the happening. That playful remark and gorgeous wink brought him right back to the heaven he so longed for... " Well I'll certainly keep that in mind ~ money and love aren't things I'm very lacking in." he replied with a playful tease. Oh how he missed this... Vesper let out a chuckle as Nyla became impatient and strived to open the box for him - the sight of the onyx beauty inside made his eyes widen and mouth gape slightly. "Nyla I - ! How did you..." she explained and he looked up at her with utter joy. "This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me... Thank you so very much..." he said with a tone so soft and genuine it was almost heart wrenching. It was true - no one had ever even given him a real gift before, not something that was out of love and kindness. He chuckled contently at the remark and accepted the kiss gratefully. Vesper gave her a sly look and put a hand on her hip to pull her closer. "Darling you look fantastic with everything ~ though I must admit... You with a gun is quite sexy..." he cooed to her playfully before placing a soft kiss on her lips.

Time Will Tell || Nyla & Vesper

Vesper was well aware that he was causing irritation - frankly he didn't much mind in this case... He so loathed being interrupted from his mental trances as she had done so, and he hadn't much issue with making it slightly aware. He let out a faint scoff with a small roll of his eyes, finding the request all too... Well - quite a mixture of annoying and darling. He raised a brow. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours, my sweet fairy..." he replied with an obviously sardonic tone. The serpent was about to slither back to his domain when he heard the challenging coo. A smile crept over his lips. Vesper turned back to her slowly - the monsters of his mind holding close to him. He allowed a slight arch in his back with a relaxed him and chin held high. "That depends what darkness it is I should fear." he chuckled, straightening up and slowly pacing over to her, steps so fluid it seemed ethereal.

"It is to my understanding there is such a wide variety in the category of darkness - don't you think..?" he cooed wickedly, slowly making his way closer. The shadows all giggled and hissed, sliding their wispy tails after him. Vesper was quite interested in the extent of her abilities, seeing the elegant coils of smoke and shadows in the air was so wondrously curious..! "There is the literal darkness - absence of the light..." he stepped closer... "The darkness in the absence of humanity..." his sword slipped down and he drug it on the ground with a hiss, stepping ever closer with a cold and eerie grin on his lips. He stopped and stood before her, looming over her with a very short space between them. "And then," he leaned closer. " - there's me..." he hissed to her. This was all a test, he was quite intrigued by this Fox and he intended to see how far she lasted in terms of intimidation and feeling intimidated.

True Colours || Vesper & Fox

The sly grin tugged at the corner of the serpents lip as the other began to casually put things away - oh how he loved having the upper hand... It was on a certain level quite delightful to watch someone squirm about nervously just by his sheer charm alone. Vesper gave a very small chuckle under his breath, paying close attention to mannerisms, habits, where Lawrence's eyes trailed... Well the last was certainly not hard, he could hardly take his eyes off of the vetala. Excellent... He let out a bit more audible of a laugh. "Oh believe me - you have the patience of a saint, at least it appears so to me... Had I walked into my room with a stranger standing before me, I would hardly have acted as kindly as you have to me my good sir." he cooed. Vesper could hear the sound of the human like creature's heart beat picking up. This excited him in more than one way - but also caused him a slight deal of distress. Damn... Perhaps I may have thought too soon that I have the upper hand... He gulped at the sound of that damn beating - the smell of that sweet saccharine liquid being pumped through his veins... He looked away quickly and cleared his throat. The hunger was strong. He allowed azure eyes to meet back with those icy orbs of the man addressing him. The charming grin returned... Vesper watched with a glimmer in his eyes as the man curved around him and sat, smiling gratefully at the compliment.  He gave a small bow with an outstretched gesture of his hand. "I am so glad you thin so - thank you very much. I have to insist the same of you mister Lawrence, it's not very often I find myself having such... articulated discussions as this. And with someone so intelligent no less~" he practically purred. Vesper trailed over to the opposite chair and gestured to it. "May I?" 

"Not a problem my good sir, I understand. Of course - I shall make the habit of knocking hence forth." he said with a charming smile. The sight of the nervous creature was entirely too pleasing - it was so innocent, almost adorable in a way. His face certainly bordered on the ethereal when in a monotone illumination - so beautiful…  The look Vesper received after slithering up to the strange man was quite empowering, the lingering perfume of his blood made his pupils dilate ever so faintly. Once again - after far too long - he felt like the predator stalking it’s prey… The alluring serpent waiting patiently before striking and snatching up the adorable mouse. Vesper offered a small bow at the introduction. “It is quite the pleasure to meet you , Lawrence…” he purred as he peeked up from beneath his brows. “I hope the school has been kind to you thus far - I find there are far too many rude little dogs that roam about personally. Then again I hope the circumstances of our meeting haven’t given you the wrong impression of me, I usually like to think I am a gentleman.”

Dead Man's Ballet - Sixx:A.M.

"Not a problem my good sir, I understand. Of course - I shall make the habit of knocking hence forth." he said with a charming smile. The sight of the nervous creature was entirely too pleasing - it was so innocent, almost adorable in a way. His face certainly bordered on the ethereal when in a monotone illumination - so beautiful...  The look Vesper received after slithering up to the strange man was quite empowering, the lingering perfume of his blood made his pupils dilate ever so faintly. Once again - after far too long - he felt like the predator stalking it's prey... The alluring serpent waiting patiently before striking and snatching up the adorable mouse. Vesper offered a small bow at the introduction. "It is quite the pleasure to meet you , Lawrence..." he purred as he peeked up from beneath his brows. "I hope the school has been kind to you thus far - I find there are far too many rude little dogs that roam about personally. Then again I hope the circumstances of our meeting haven't given you the wrong impression of me, I usually like to think I am a gentleman."

Vesper’s head tilted ever so slightly as he watched the male closely. He attempted to distract himself by studying him - though this proved to only worsen the inducement the mortal blood was bringing upon him… This isn’t good… His head inclined normally once more as the other spoke up and offered a smile. Vesper’s smile only seemed to have a deeper tang to it at the title Mister Sullivan… No one had called him that yet and he so loved to be called by such a respectful title. Even if it was made clear this was a on time calling, he still lingered on the power of the statement. My my, perhaps this little mortal could prove to be entertaining… he thought up slyly… “I don’t mind at all.” he cooed with a more tempting allure to his tone. Vesper remained planted in hi spot even as the man approached closely to retrieve the item. The smile became an amused yet subtle grin - he had distracted the small blonde. "As I just explained - I was waiting for my friend to arrive home. Sydney is his name, and I apologize for my intrusion. I was entirely unaware he acquired a roommate." he repeated smoothly, keeping a polite undertone so not to insult him. Vesper approached slyly with slow steps, moving with extreme fluidity in hope to appeal to the man. He certainly was a lovely creature… Porcelain skin and golden hair, eyes a lighter cobalt than his own… Ever tempting… He had successfully closed the gap between them and looked down at him with a small flicker of seduction. "I don’t believe I caught your name…" he purred.

Some will learn Many do Cover up or spread it out Turn around, had enough Pick and choose or pass it on Buying in, heading for Suffer now or suffer then It’s bad enough I want the fear Need the fear Cause he’s alone (he has become) He’s alone (he has become)

Gaspard Ulliel in Numéro Homme FW14. 

Vesper's head tilted ever so slightly as he watched the male closely. He attempted to distract himself by studying him - though this proved to only worsen the inducement the mortal blood was bringing upon him... This isn't good... His head inclined normally once more as the other spoke up and offered a smile. Vesper's smile only seemed to have a deeper tang to it at the title Mister Sullivan... No one had called him that yet and he so loved to be called by such a respectful title. Even if it was made clear this was a on time calling, he still lingered on the power of the statement. My my, perhaps this little mortal could prove to be entertaining... he thought up slyly... "I don't mind at all." he cooed with a more tempting allure to his tone. Vesper remained planted in hi spot even as the man approached closely to retrieve the item. The smile became an amused yet subtle grin - he had distracted the small blonde. "As I just explained - I was waiting for my friend to arrive home. Sydney is his name, and I apologize for my intrusion. I was entirely unaware he acquired a roommate." he repeated smoothly, keeping a polite undertone so not to insult him. Vesper approached slyly with slow steps, moving with extreme fluidity in hope to appeal to the man. He certainly was a lovely creature... Porcelain skin and golden hair, eyes a lighter cobalt than his own... Ever tempting... He had successfully closed the gap between them and looked down at him with a small flicker of seduction. "I don't believe I caught your name..." he purred.

Oh, Lawrence thought. This one was… Especially handsome, and polite too. He opened his mouth to say something but no words followed. Why was he here? Maybe… Looking for the other person living here…? Yes! That was it, he decided. Lawrence tried to gather his composure, staring at the stranger. “Uh… Yes, hello… Um… Vesper.” Lawrence mumbled. He frowned. Lawrence felt so… Average next to this man. Lawrence was average height, average build, he had blonde hair and blue eyes and other than his weird air control ability… He was just a normal man. Vesper, however, was definitely not average. It was slightly… Intimidating. Lawrence smiled, however intimidating it may be, he still liked Vesper. He shook his head, trying to snap out of his day dream and smiled. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you Mr. Sullivan, but no, I’m not one for formalities. I’ll just stick with Vesper, if you don’t mind.” Lawrence walked toward the man and picked up the cord he had thrown, holding it up. “I’d say I’m sorry for hitting you with this but… You walked into it. So I’m not. But while we’re chatting, would mind telling me what the hell you’re doing in my room?” Vesper wasn’t his room mate, his papers said his room mates name was… Sydney. Lawrence raised an eyebrow. The more he saw of Vesper, the more curious he became…

Vesper couldn't help an amused chuckle to escape wicked and tortured lips - the comment was, in a unique way, charming... "My apologies, I suppose one shouldn't judge a book by its cover." he replied with a tone as smooth and slithering as a serpent. Despite the comment he allowed the seeping irony that twisted with subtle defiance as he took a few steps forward before stopping - still staying a distance away from her. The vetala was wary... "Very well to meet you Miss Fox." he returned. Shadows murmured over his shoulder, his eyes briefly darting behind him as he tried to make out what they were saying to no avail. A dark numbness crept up behind his mind, a feeling that was almost indescribable, yet painfully familiar to him.

Vesper's head inclined slowly at the response, an act that was almost instinctual rather than on purpose or a simple force of habit. "I suppose so..." he trailed off  cautiously. He almost disregarded the shadows under the assumption it was his minds eye viewing them - his face hardening slightly when he realized the control lay in the hands of the supple creature. Her words were silently sharp... Like a blade being slowly run through him after having numbed himself on morphine - strange... quietly despicable like the calm in the eye of the storm. Controlled.  Vesper's brows raised with a mixture of both amusement and irritation. "training - as you can see. And you wouldn't think me scrawny if you could see more of me..." he purred ominously, face eerily unmatched to his tone and stone. His answer was kept purposely vague. 

True Colours || Vesper & Fox

"Sarcasm indeed my dear, there is little fun in carrying your own head around while on the back of a horse..." he replied smoothly. Vesper raised his brow to her slightly. "I do apologize my dear, I meant no offense." he offered allowing her a smile. "A sphinx you say? How curious... I was unaware there was such variety with the spell - yet it somehow proved to be equally discouraging to students no matter the form..." he trailed off. Vesper's smile grew slightly with a flare of polite charm. "I am Vesper Sullivan." he introduced with a small bow of his head.

Vesper awoke suddenly on the forest floor, his senses returning with their old normalcy - or so he hoped. He slowly sat up and hesitantly brought a hand up, touching his face and around his head. He let out a heavy sigh of relief. “Bloody hell that was rather fun now wasn’t it…” he mumbled to himself. There was a sound of someone in the trees so he stood up and straightened his posture, brushing over his uniform to properly compose himself. “No need to lurk ~ I can assure you I am not any sort of odd looking ghoul. I happen to have a rather good head on my shoulders currently.” he said with a chuckle of bitter irony.

Vesper felt as if he was fading in and out of the black, wandering from destination to destination like a snake slithering through the grass. He was losing the battle with himself, and the despair weighed heavily as the realization would slowly begin to dawn on him like the rising of the sun - though his emotions each day would set below the horizon with it. But there had to be something to ground him. If his sun were to set, he must allow the moon to rise - that small flicker of leading hope in the dark. As much as he hated asking for help, he knew he needed to find someone to be with... Vesper hadn't the heart or mind to be around dear Damon or mister Gage, and Nyla... He was far too ashamed to face her - to allow her seeing him sulking around like a sick old dog just waiting to be put down. The last on his list was Sydney - he would understand. He wouldn't ask questions or patronize him, he would always put on a smile, brew some tea and allow a nice chat to escape into. Vesper simply let himself into the room, not something unusual, he would just wait for his kin to arrive from after his classes. Vesper perked up when the door opened but quickly digressed when the unfamiliar boy walked in. Perhaps dear Sydney had a new roommate... He waited silently and observed the stranger who smelt far too human... It was an irritating temptation to smell the blood - hear it in his veins. Vesper snapped out of it when a cord and plug hit his chest, looking rather confused. When the stranger turned around he quickly straightened his gentlemanly posture and allowed his charming facade. "I do apologize for my intrusion, I was unaware my friend had acquired a roommate - I was waiting for his arrival." he explained smoothly. "My name is Sullivan. Vesper Sullivan if you are not one for formalities." he said offering him a charming smile. "May I ask who you are my good sir?"

Lawrence groaned. This school was nice, very nice actually, but why did there have to be so many fucking stairs? He hated stairs, he hated walking, and he hated being lost. In fact, there wasn’t much about this place that wasn’t annoying the shit out of him. “Jesus Christ, could this place be anymore over the top?” He huffed, still making his way to his assigned room. He was told upon arrival that he would have a room mate, an annoying one if he had to guess. Everyone here seemed so up their own ass, telling him the school was bad, being angry at him for not liking it… Oh well, some of them were nice. Lawrence looked at his papers, he was at the right room! He fumbled with the key and opened the door. The room was nice, it had two beds, assorted furniture, and places for his things. He started to unpack, smiling as he did so. It was nice to have a change, well, a total change of location. He dragged his bag over to the nightside table by his bed, opening it and taking things out one at a time. He pulled his phone charger out and threw it over his shoulder, hearing it hit someone behind him before making contact with the floor. Lawrence turned around slowly. “Who the hell are you and why are you in my room?”