if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper huffs a soft breath—more a laugh’s shadow than the real thing—as they turn toward the city’s heart, boots echoing in uneven rhythm along the boardwalk. He doesn’t glance over when Jack mentions the souvenir; just lets a crooked smirk tug at the corner of his mouth, the same side that’s already turning an elegant shade of plum. "Can’t blame you. Might be the most committed punch I’ve ever thrown. Shame it landed where it did."
He falls quiet for a moment, shoulders rolling back as if to settle the weight of his shadows more comfortably. They coil close, subdued now, but still tense—like hounds that haven’t quite been let off the leash. "Gotta use 'em to make somethin' easier," he begins. "Then to make somethin' harder." The boy smirks at that; it's low hanging fruit of course, but fuck it if he doesn't plan on taking the the gutter-interpretation of his mother's task. "Then to go somewhere that's dark and see what difference it makes." He flexes his fingers again, the rings biting gently into his skin. "Not exactly straight lines between the task and the goal, but that’s her style, ain’t it?"
At the comment about the ring, Vesper snorts quietly, brushing a thumb along the silver star at his jaw like it itches. "Didn’t plan on takin’ notes from Vi’s poster boy," he replies, tone dry as driftwood. "Just figured I might learn how not to get winded after three punches and a teleport. I ain’t lookin’ to win belts—just not get gutted if somethin’ faster than me decides it’s my time."
He glances sidelong at Jack, the glint in his eye sharp as a tossed coin. "Unless that's your way of offerin' to teach me the ropes yourself."
He falls quiet for a moment, shoulders rolling back as if to settle the weight of his shadows more comfortably. They coil close, subdued now, but still tense—like hounds that haven’t quite been let off the leash. "Gotta use 'em to make somethin' easier," he begins. "Then to make somethin' harder." The boy smirks at that; it's low hanging fruit of course, but fuck it if he doesn't plan on taking the the gutter-interpretation of his mother's task. "Then to go somewhere that's dark and see what difference it makes." He flexes his fingers again, the rings biting gently into his skin. "Not exactly straight lines between the task and the goal, but that’s her style, ain’t it?"
At the comment about the ring, Vesper snorts quietly, brushing a thumb along the silver star at his jaw like it itches. "Didn’t plan on takin’ notes from Vi’s poster boy," he replies, tone dry as driftwood. "Just figured I might learn how not to get winded after three punches and a teleport. I ain’t lookin’ to win belts—just not get gutted if somethin’ faster than me decides it’s my time."
He glances sidelong at Jack, the glint in his eye sharp as a tossed coin. "Unless that's your way of offerin' to teach me the ropes yourself."
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.
