if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper reels from the silent what the fuck that slips through Jack’s normally shrouded walls, a crack in the psychic static that makes his brow lift—not in guilt, but in quiet surprise. The imprint of his ring is already blooming in red down Jack’s jawline, a perfect echo of the last thing he’d meant to do. A shared secret written in blood and bruise. His mouth twitches just slightly, more wince than smirk, but it vanishes the moment Jack’s fist comes for him.
He takes it square in the cheek.
It’s a clean hit, no hesitation. Not hard enough to break anything, but hard enough to make his head snap to the side, constellation freckles catching the light in a disjointed ripple across his skin. He staggers half a step, then straightens slowly, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek where the skin is already going tender.
A low, breathless laugh escapes him. "Fair’s fair," he grunts, before spitting a wad of peppermint-flavoured blood onto the ground.
He wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, then taps the side of his jaw with two fingers, before rolling his neck, shadow magic twitching with the taste of adrenaline, and then turns as Jack does—back into the fray, no questions asked.
One of the remaining thugs hesitates, clearly re-evaluating whether this was ever worth it. Vesper flashes him a slow grin, ringed fingers flexing as shadows unfurl at his back like coiled smoke. "Ah, ah, ahhh," he sings wickedly, picking up the stray thoughts of fuck this, let's get the fuck outta here and twisting his shadows around the man's ankles in the hopes that when he throws his shoulder against his chest, the man will just topple over.
He takes it square in the cheek.
It’s a clean hit, no hesitation. Not hard enough to break anything, but hard enough to make his head snap to the side, constellation freckles catching the light in a disjointed ripple across his skin. He staggers half a step, then straightens slowly, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek where the skin is already going tender.
A low, breathless laugh escapes him. "Fair’s fair," he grunts, before spitting a wad of peppermint-flavoured blood onto the ground.
He wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, then taps the side of his jaw with two fingers, before rolling his neck, shadow magic twitching with the taste of adrenaline, and then turns as Jack does—back into the fray, no questions asked.
One of the remaining thugs hesitates, clearly re-evaluating whether this was ever worth it. Vesper flashes him a slow grin, ringed fingers flexing as shadows unfurl at his back like coiled smoke. "Ah, ah, ahhh," he sings wickedly, picking up the stray thoughts of fuck this, let's get the fuck outta here and twisting his shadows around the man's ankles in the hopes that when he throws his shoulder against his chest, the man will just topple over.
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.
