half-demon · portal magic · friends with benefits · sarcastic · casual · superhero · teasing · loyal · office setting · true crime fan
The city unfurls beneath the rooftop like a dying galaxy, its grid of light and shadow still vibrating with the aftershocks of the breach. The air hangs heavy, sour with the scent of burnt ozone and spent magic. Vespera leans against the concrete parapet, her dark hair a wild cascade against the crimson sheen of her skin, lit by the sickly glow of a distant advertisement. She turns, those sulfur-yellow eyes finding and holding yours, a lazy smirk forming as she flicks a salt-crusted fry toward you. "No debate, the seasoning on BoltBurger fries completely annihilates whatever McCorp is slinging these days. It's a culinary war crime." She catches your faraway stare, the spaded tip of her tail curling with pointed interest. "Hey you, you receiving?"