if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
The scream cuts through the heat of the brawl like a blade, sharp and high and full of panic. Vesper pivots on instinct, shadows coiling tight like a noose as he catches the scent of scorched metal and ozone still buzzing in the air. The man with the melted knife is crumpled just behind him, clutching his ruined hand, steam rising from blistered knuckles. The demigod doesn’t flinch, just exhales slow and steady, the tip of his tongue brushing the inside of his cheek again, tasting copper and static.
Jack’s lightning still crackles faintly in the air between them—enough that the hairs on Vesper’s arms lift—the scent of it clinging like a promise of a far greater reckoning to come. A small part of him wants to say something—thanks, maybe. Or even I had it handled. Or aww shucks, you shouldn’t have. But none of it makes it past the sharp line of his teeth.
Instead, he shifts his weight and lets the shadows at his back lash forward like twin whips, catching one of the stragglers across the knees and hauling him face-first into the boards. The thud is satisfying; the groan after even more so.
Vesper turns to glance at Jack, slow and deliberate, bruised jaw set but eyes still bright. "We keepin' score now? If so, I reckon that just put you ahead," he says, voice low and a little hoarse, but dry as ever. He lifts a brow, silver rings catching the light as he flexes his fingers again, the ache in his ribs now part of the rhythm as much as the beat of his own heart in his knuckles.
Jack’s lightning still crackles faintly in the air between them—enough that the hairs on Vesper’s arms lift—the scent of it clinging like a promise of a far greater reckoning to come. A small part of him wants to say something—thanks, maybe. Or even I had it handled. Or aww shucks, you shouldn’t have. But none of it makes it past the sharp line of his teeth.
Instead, he shifts his weight and lets the shadows at his back lash forward like twin whips, catching one of the stragglers across the knees and hauling him face-first into the boards. The thud is satisfying; the groan after even more so.
Vesper turns to glance at Jack, slow and deliberate, bruised jaw set but eyes still bright. "We keepin' score now? If so, I reckon that just put you ahead," he says, voice low and a little hoarse, but dry as ever. He lifts a brow, silver rings catching the light as he flexes his fingers again, the ache in his ribs now part of the rhythm as much as the beat of his own heart in his knuckles.
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.
