#bookofvesper

[proelio-procusi-a]

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Cassandra did her best to avoid people as much as possible once the Briarwoods had been taken care of. Everyone assumed it was her readjusting to everything but there was no adjusting what they had done to her, what they had made her. It was worse having her sister come home when she didn't even recall what the Briarwoods had been like. Cassandra stayed out of sight as much as she could but it seemed like fate wanted something else from her because she soon realized she wasn't alone in the library.

[tridaggers]

@bookofvesper​ said: ❛ i’ll never be that me again. ❜ - bookofvesper

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“I believe that is the point of growing,” he said with a raised eyebrow. No everyone grows in stature especially past a certain age, but everyone always grows, and learns. Its a pretty said life if you are stagnate forever, or want to stay the same and never change. His father for example, needed to learn that lesson, but he was so stunted he couldn’t learn even if he was teaching himself.

[criticaldragonsarchive]

@bookofvesper liked for a Whitestone Ball Starter with Percy De Rolo

Percy sighed deeply and fiddled with the edge of his jacket. “Do I look appropriate for the occasion?” He asked. She had more experience than he did with these events even if her memory had holes regarding their childhood. “I never thought we’d be here again, together.” A rare smile smile spread on his lips.

[luxnosvocat]

@bookofvesper | con’t from (x)

What Vesper was saying was obviously a little ridiculous, but Julius knew that at least the both of them knew it. “Well, we can’t have that,” he said, setting aside the paperwork Father had wanted him to look at before the evening was over. “Think of the poor gardener that would have to clean your remains out of the rosebushes below.” Julius hummed slightly, drumming his fingers on the desk. “It would be a politically strategic marriage, I’ll admit, but I think Mother can be reasoned with. It would hardly do to resign her eldest daughter to a life of torture.” 

[ingloriousmisfits]

@bookofvesper ;;

     A sharp crack, like the sound of lightning splitting a tree, echoed in the night. The veil had torn, split, and seeped a white mist over the ground that wilted the grass to dust. A demon emerged from the tear, dripping black ichor from its scales as it went. It crawled piteously, exhausted from its ordeals in the plane before -- all of which it couldn’t recall beyond a name. Vicros. 

     That was his true name, the creature decided. Why else would the name be so ingrained in his mind? It was attached to a purpose. Protect. Protect what? The balor turned its horned head, searching for the creature that had guided him through the River. It would know his purpose. 

     Instead, his gaze fell upon a mortal woman, partially hidden by distant clump of bushes. Using a nearby tree to steady himself, he pulled his body upward to stand at his full height and tower over her. Such a little thing. Sad, truly.

     Sorrow. It pulled at his chest, though he could not understand why. Perhaps it had something to do with the human woman before him. As he opened his mouth to speak, green flame flickered to life within his maw and chest, with a voice sounding of a cascade of boulders enveloped by a rushing storm. “Ssssogrimm...” Introductions were necessary, correct? He felt they were, at least. “Purpose...” With each word came a heavy, ragged breath. His legs strained to keep him upright as his claws dug into the wood of the tree supporting him.

[whtestne]

@bookofvesper | from here x

He still doesn't want to believe that she's actually here, actually in front of him, actually alive, when he saw so many bodies and couldn't be sure if one of them was her's. Percy's grip on his pepperbox tightens, and he looks away.

"If it turns out you work for them, I won't hesitate to kill you." He says, calmly and quietly, seemingly sure of his words, though inwardly he cannot even fathom harming any of his siblings.

[moribus]

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     Westruun’s crowds never ceased to annoy Percy, the bustle and noise only adding to headaches started hours beforehand from travelling. He thought maybe waking early in the morning would help him in his attempt to wander the city and get some shopping done, but it seemed the citizens had other plans - or horrible sleeping schedules. 

“S’cuse me, pardon me,” the man grumbles, forcing his way through a particularly thick bunch before appearing on the other side, seeing the blacksmith’s shop just in sight. Only, it wasn’t the blacksmith that had caught his attention. A woman, whose face seemed to bring back far too many nightmares - walked before him and into a near shop, vanishing before his eyes as if she truly were the ghost he thought she was. 

His back was shoved, feet losing some balance forcing Percy to clumsily walk forward following after the girl. “Pardon me,” he calls, already feeling foolish for thinking the impossible. “But, I couldn’t help but notice a resemblance to someone-” His words stop short, blood running cold as he stares directly into the eyes of his sister. “Sorry...”

[gunsandcrows]

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Percival's hands clasped together weakly in front of him. His posture remaining dignified despite the pain in his chest.

Dignified in posture but he stared to an extent that may have been considered rude. Not at her particularly but past her, in her direction, her being. He was far away within the confines of his own mind. Talks of discounts and heroes were distant sounds.

Her voice, her movements. Far too close to his sister for his own comfort. Reliving echoes of the past, his eyes eventually drifted down to the book taking in the details, the leather and paper of it's construct.

He was haunted. He was sure of it. This was Vesper. His Vesper. His sister. But he couldn’t bring himself to the moment. He was scared to some extent scared to call it into question. At least for the moment, he was barely present.

Percy blinks, realizing she was waiting for him and as he looks forward it hits him at once. Heavy, like a smack to the face.

It was so nostalgic. It was like he was back home, it was like it was before even the Briarwoods.

“Yes, I think I will.” He says quietly looking straight at her now. “Vesper.”