if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper meets Jack’s shit-eating grin with one of his own, sharp and bright and edged with a wicked sort of humour that cuts through the heaviness in the room. There’s something almost reckless in the expression; like for the first time since the Glade, he remembers there’s air in his lungs. "Maybe," he echoes, drawl smooth and slow, [asy]"but seems to me there’s a big difference between buildin' somethin’ new...and re-buildin' the same old shit every time someone kicks your sandcastle down." It’s a gentle clapback, not meant to sting, though Jack is right about time, about patience, about not flingin’ himself from one region to the next in search of purpose. But Vesper is right too: they aren’t men built to patch up what’s been razed. They’re built to carve.
He leans back, tilting his head, the grin still playing at the corner of his mouth before he nudges Jack’s shoulder with his own; light, deliberately mocking. "Thanks dad," he says, dripping with sarcasm but far too playful for it to land as an insult. Then he glances over at his half-packed bag, rakes his fingers through his pale hair, and blows out a breath that finally sounds like direction instead of escape. "If the Ark don’t mind a detour," he murmurs, voice smoothing out into something quieter, more certain, "I wouldn’t mind bein' dropped off. "
He leans back, tilting his head, the grin still playing at the corner of his mouth before he nudges Jack’s shoulder with his own; light, deliberately mocking. "Thanks dad," he says, dripping with sarcasm but far too playful for it to land as an insult. Then he glances over at his half-packed bag, rakes his fingers through his pale hair, and blows out a breath that finally sounds like direction instead of escape. "If the Ark don’t mind a detour," he murmurs, voice smoothing out into something quieter, more certain, "I wouldn’t mind bein' dropped off. "
And now it's turning out to be the worst of my bad habits
☆ 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.
