if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper doesn’t notice the Ark right away—too focused on the rhythm of his misty steps, each teleport a crackle of pressure behind his ribs. The island hums beneath him with hunger, vines twitching, bone-petaled flowers quivering with some soundless anticipation. He appears fifteen feet ahead of a snapping stalk just before it can coil around his ankle, only to vanish again, trailing smoke and starlight as he reappears perched on a sun-bleached ribcage rising from the sand like a spine.
Then a sharp whistle cuts across the macabre calm; Vesper’s head lifts, eyes narrowing just as a rope hits the shore with a dull thump. He doesn't need to look to know whose ship it is. There’s only one that whistles like that—only one that moves through the sky like a rumour. He watches, arms loose at his sides, as Jack descends not with a ladder or grace, but with a mage's arrogance and a mercenary’s flair. Ice gleams briefly in the air before shattering away, and the captain lands hard, like a punctuation mark slammed into the end of a sentence.
"Bit dramatic, even for you," he calls across the bone field, voice dry, the edge of a grin in his tone. He drops down from his perch in a smooth crouch and straightens, dusting off his hands. "Looking for somethin' out here?" he wonders, before stepping out from the ring of carnivorous plants and toward the sea-spattered shape of his father.
Then a sharp whistle cuts across the macabre calm; Vesper’s head lifts, eyes narrowing just as a rope hits the shore with a dull thump. He doesn't need to look to know whose ship it is. There’s only one that whistles like that—only one that moves through the sky like a rumour. He watches, arms loose at his sides, as Jack descends not with a ladder or grace, but with a mage's arrogance and a mercenary’s flair. Ice gleams briefly in the air before shattering away, and the captain lands hard, like a punctuation mark slammed into the end of a sentence.
"Bit dramatic, even for you," he calls across the bone field, voice dry, the edge of a grin in his tone. He drops down from his perch in a smooth crouch and straightens, dusting off his hands. "Looking for somethin' out here?" he wonders, before stepping out from the ring of carnivorous plants and toward the sea-spattered shape of his father.
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.
