if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper chuckles low in his throat, the sound unhurried, drawn through his teeth like smoke through a sieve. "Mm. Got the knuckle marks t’prove it." He brushes a hand along his jaw, the ache settling deeper now that the fight’s adrenaline has ebbed into afterglow. Beneath his rings, his fingers throb in time with his pulse, stiff with drying blood and bruised pride. Unlike Jack he hasn't yet learned to leave his wounds alone.
As their steps shift from wood to cobble, the harbour behind them traded for the hush of narrower alleys, Vesper doesn’t hurry. There’s a practiced patience in the way he walks, one he's picked up from his dear old dad as it happens. "I ain’t squeamish about the dark," he murmurs, though of course he knows better at this stage to think himself invincible when it comes to things in said dark.
Then Jack gestures back toward the bar, that crooked grin in full force, and Vesper can’t help the subtle rise of one brow. "You mean that brawl was a lesson?" His smile is smaller, but it sticks. "Guess that makes your jaw the chalkboard." And his, for that matter.
They reach the fountain where light is reflecting off the stones like scattered fireflies. The steady burble of water greets them like an old song, its silver surface rippling under the oppressive LongHeat air. Vesper steps forward without ceremony, dropping to a crouch at the basin’s edge. His bruised hands sink beneath the surface, the cold biting in sharp relief against swollen knuckles and ring-bitten skin.
He exhales through his teeth—not in pain, exactly, but something close to relief—and brings a handful of water to his face, dragging it down his jaw. The sting of peppermint still lingers on his breath, mingling now with the clarity of the magical water. "Fuck," he murmurs, under his breath and more to the water than to Jack. "That’s better."
As their steps shift from wood to cobble, the harbour behind them traded for the hush of narrower alleys, Vesper doesn’t hurry. There’s a practiced patience in the way he walks, one he's picked up from his dear old dad as it happens. "I ain’t squeamish about the dark," he murmurs, though of course he knows better at this stage to think himself invincible when it comes to things in said dark.
Then Jack gestures back toward the bar, that crooked grin in full force, and Vesper can’t help the subtle rise of one brow. "You mean that brawl was a lesson?" His smile is smaller, but it sticks. "Guess that makes your jaw the chalkboard." And his, for that matter.
They reach the fountain where light is reflecting off the stones like scattered fireflies. The steady burble of water greets them like an old song, its silver surface rippling under the oppressive LongHeat air. Vesper steps forward without ceremony, dropping to a crouch at the basin’s edge. His bruised hands sink beneath the surface, the cold biting in sharp relief against swollen knuckles and ring-bitten skin.
He exhales through his teeth—not in pain, exactly, but something close to relief—and brings a handful of water to his face, dragging it down his jaw. The sting of peppermint still lingers on his breath, mingling now with the clarity of the magical water. "Fuck," he murmurs, under his breath and more to the water than to Jack. "That’s better."
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.
