if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper falls into step beside Jack, flexing the fingers of his right hand with a slow, deliberate rhythm. His silver rings are smeared with skin and grime, the pattern of them now etched faintly into the backs of his knuckles like some quiet punishment. There’s blood caught under one of the bands, sharp and dry. He doesn’t flinch, instead just rolling his wrist and breathing past the sting.
"Nah, nothin’s broken," he mutters, tone smooth as a slack tide, "but a few parts’ve voted for early retirement." He tilts his head, eyes flicking toward the path that winds off toward the fountain. "Wouldn’t mind a quick pass by the fountain, if it’s all the same to you."
He works his jaw once more, wincing faintly, then exhales through his nose and tosses a half-glance toward Jack. "Safrin’s got me on a quest. Workin’ on extendin’ the reach of my shadows." Rolling his shoulders, he calls back his shadows like obedient dogs.
"Seems like the stronger I am, the stronger they are, which, given tonight’s little performance, explains why I feel like someone dropped an anchor down my spine." He runs his thumb along one ring idly, more fidget than concern, as he exhales a breath that seems to empty out the entirety of his lungs.
"I hear the two Vi/Mort demigods are plannin' on puttin' up a box ring. Might be that I need to visit it a time or two so I don't feel so fuckin' winded all the time."
"Nah, nothin’s broken," he mutters, tone smooth as a slack tide, "but a few parts’ve voted for early retirement." He tilts his head, eyes flicking toward the path that winds off toward the fountain. "Wouldn’t mind a quick pass by the fountain, if it’s all the same to you."
He works his jaw once more, wincing faintly, then exhales through his nose and tosses a half-glance toward Jack. "Safrin’s got me on a quest. Workin’ on extendin’ the reach of my shadows." Rolling his shoulders, he calls back his shadows like obedient dogs.
"Seems like the stronger I am, the stronger they are, which, given tonight’s little performance, explains why I feel like someone dropped an anchor down my spine." He runs his thumb along one ring idly, more fidget than concern, as he exhales a breath that seems to empty out the entirety of his lungs.
"I hear the two Vi/Mort demigods are plannin' on puttin' up a box ring. Might be that I need to visit it a time or two so I don't feel so fuckin' winded all the time."
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.
