if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
"Ain't heard nothin' about that yet. Good number of folks are on your side about the whole thing, though." Vesper doubts if Jack will care just where his actions land in Torchline's estimations, and so it's said more as a warning than anything else, of the sorts of shit the captain is likely to hear about himself when he heads back into the city.
Reappearing mid-crouch on a shard of ribcage Jack hadn’t yet reduced to powder, the blackened edge of it singed by lightning, Vesper grins as steam curls beneath his boots. "Oh, I am," he replies, deadpan but with a glimmer of amusement beneath the drag of his voice. "Feelin' downright educated." He doesn’t linger. The wind shifts and the sand hisses with it, and Vesper vanishes again in a twist of silver-edged shadow just before the blast of lightning tears through his perch, blowing bone fragments past where his face had been.
This time he materializes behind Jack and slightly above him, perched on a sloped tangle of root that looks none too stable. One hand balances on his knee, the other dangling loosely, fingers trailing smoke. "I said stab, not evicerate." Misty-stepping twice in order to put himself 30 feet or so away now, Vesper ruffles a hand through his hair. "Kill me and you'll have to deal with Nova tryin' to plan my funeral and all that entails."
Reappearing mid-crouch on a shard of ribcage Jack hadn’t yet reduced to powder, the blackened edge of it singed by lightning, Vesper grins as steam curls beneath his boots. "Oh, I am," he replies, deadpan but with a glimmer of amusement beneath the drag of his voice. "Feelin' downright educated." He doesn’t linger. The wind shifts and the sand hisses with it, and Vesper vanishes again in a twist of silver-edged shadow just before the blast of lightning tears through his perch, blowing bone fragments past where his face had been.
This time he materializes behind Jack and slightly above him, perched on a sloped tangle of root that looks none too stable. One hand balances on his knee, the other dangling loosely, fingers trailing smoke. "I said stab, not evicerate." Misty-stepping twice in order to put himself 30 feet or so away now, Vesper ruffles a hand through his hair. "Kill me and you'll have to deal with Nova tryin' to plan my funeral and all that entails."
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.
