// I got this feeling, yeah, you know where I'm losing all control //
Arching a brow, Vesper says nothing as his name is insulted—though if Jack would like to take it up with his mother, he can feel free. He's sure that she'd love to hear his opinions on the matter.
"Reckon I'll probably flirt with her anyway." The demigod says, leaning back into his chair until the front two legs lift off the ground. "Their minds are a much nicer place to be when they're feelin' good about themselves." If it's meant to be a dig at why any telepath in their right mind would choose to be such a bastard when it colours the minds of those around them, Vesper doesn't push.
Staring blankly ahead as if to say no shit, his chin lifts as Jack's eyes fall properly on him, before he lets his chair clunkily fall forward. "The girls take after their mother. They're keen to be seen, to be out, to make a splash." Had Jack been in Vesper's mind he'd have felt the warm affection flooding the demigod's thoughts no matter how succinctly it was stopped by his teeth. "That ain't my style." If the girls took after their mother, Vesper took after their father, not that either of them would probably want it said in those words.
"Another?" Rising, Vesper picks up his glass and chucks its contents into a potted plant, eyebrows raised at Jack.
"Reckon I'll probably flirt with her anyway." The demigod says, leaning back into his chair until the front two legs lift off the ground. "Their minds are a much nicer place to be when they're feelin' good about themselves." If it's meant to be a dig at why any telepath in their right mind would choose to be such a bastard when it colours the minds of those around them, Vesper doesn't push.
Staring blankly ahead as if to say no shit, his chin lifts as Jack's eyes fall properly on him, before he lets his chair clunkily fall forward. "The girls take after their mother. They're keen to be seen, to be out, to make a splash." Had Jack been in Vesper's mind he'd have felt the warm affection flooding the demigod's thoughts no matter how succinctly it was stopped by his teeth. "That ain't my style." If the girls took after their mother, Vesper took after their father, not that either of them would probably want it said in those words.
"Another?" Rising, Vesper picks up his glass and chucks its contents into a potted plant, eyebrows raised at Jack.
Vesper
//Go ahead and throw your stones, 'cause there's magic in my bones //
☆ 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.
