if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper hadn’t meant to linger as long as he did in Stormbreak—hadn't meant to fall asleep tangled in too many sheets and too many limbs—but the moment he sees the Ark floating like a myth over the docks, his blood kicks into motion. Fuck; she's leaving.
His boots strike the cobbled path in a low drumbeat as he sprints toward the floating docks, hair still mussed, shirt askew, and a ribbon of snapdragon heat still humming faintly in his veins. The wind cuts sharp as he runs, but he doesn’t stop or call out. It hardly takes a telepath to know that Jack wouldn't stop even if he had heard his son hollering
Fifteen feet out, the dock shifting closer to the edge of the sky, Vesper lets his body vanish in a twist of darkness and silver light. Misty-stepping lands him beside Jack with a breathless jolt—less than graceful, the heel of one boot catching the deck with a loud scuff—but he's upright, alive, and smirking as he straightens to full height. "Mornin'."
The ship creaks faintly beneath him. The morning is golden and biting. Vesper, shirt open at the collar and constellation freckles aglow in the early light, likely looks a good deal more like Jack just now than either of them has ever probably taken the time to notice. "You’ve got room for one more, yeah?"
His boots strike the cobbled path in a low drumbeat as he sprints toward the floating docks, hair still mussed, shirt askew, and a ribbon of snapdragon heat still humming faintly in his veins. The wind cuts sharp as he runs, but he doesn’t stop or call out. It hardly takes a telepath to know that Jack wouldn't stop even if he had heard his son hollering
Fifteen feet out, the dock shifting closer to the edge of the sky, Vesper lets his body vanish in a twist of darkness and silver light. Misty-stepping lands him beside Jack with a breathless jolt—less than graceful, the heel of one boot catching the deck with a loud scuff—but he's upright, alive, and smirking as he straightens to full height. "Mornin'."
The ship creaks faintly beneath him. The morning is golden and biting. Vesper, shirt open at the collar and constellation freckles aglow in the early light, likely looks a good deal more like Jack just now than either of them has ever probably taken the time to notice. "You’ve got room for one more, yeah?"
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.
