if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper doesn’t smile—not exactly—but there’s a glint in his eye as he watches Jack brush off bone dust like it’s an old habit. "Yeah?" he says, voice low and dry. "Reckon' you’ve had more practice leavin’ than most."
The sea breeze catches his coat as he turns to track Jack’s gaze, following it toward Torchline’s scattered silhouette on the distant horizon. "Too quiet," He shrugs one shoulder, glancing sidelong. "I can't believe this shit with Flora is gonna go down like honey, and with that group just comin' back from Starfall and Vox bein' all around with these poems.." Well, the fact that nothin' had washed up on their shores seemed a touch suspect.
"Oh, so now it’s a lesson, is it?" he mutters, eyes narrowing just as Jack’s magic ignites. The first snap of wind ripples the surface of the island. Ice gleams. Lightning flares. Vesper disappears.
He blinks fifteen feet to the side in a pulse of silver and shadow, boots landing light on sun-bleached femurs. The wind shrieks past where he stood a breath before, and a streak of lightning tears a shallow gouge in the skeletal ground. "That’s new," he calls, flicking his gaze to the glitter of residual magic. "Didn’t know you were tryin’ to braid elements now." He waits—one breath, two—and then flickers again, teleporting closer this time, circling Jack at a lazy prowl.
The sea breeze catches his coat as he turns to track Jack’s gaze, following it toward Torchline’s scattered silhouette on the distant horizon. "Too quiet," He shrugs one shoulder, glancing sidelong. "I can't believe this shit with Flora is gonna go down like honey, and with that group just comin' back from Starfall and Vox bein' all around with these poems.." Well, the fact that nothin' had washed up on their shores seemed a touch suspect.
"Oh, so now it’s a lesson, is it?" he mutters, eyes narrowing just as Jack’s magic ignites. The first snap of wind ripples the surface of the island. Ice gleams. Lightning flares. Vesper disappears.
He blinks fifteen feet to the side in a pulse of silver and shadow, boots landing light on sun-bleached femurs. The wind shrieks past where he stood a breath before, and a streak of lightning tears a shallow gouge in the skeletal ground. "That’s new," he calls, flicking his gaze to the glitter of residual magic. "Didn’t know you were tryin’ to braid elements now." He waits—one breath, two—and then flickers again, teleporting closer this time, circling Jack at a lazy prowl.
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.
