if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper catches Jack’s glance just before the words land, and the faint, amused scoff that escapes him sends a ripple through the water between them. The surface smooths just as the faintest flicker of thought presses outward—intentional this time, just enough for Jack to catch it through the fog.
Friend doesn’t quite land right. Not when paired with the heat and wildness behind the tangle of memory that follows: the press of teeth, sunlight on bare skin, fingernails clawing against his back and bruises traded like favours. Thalassa, in all her thorn-crowned chaos pinned beneath him. Fuckbuddy wasn't even the right word for what Thal was, but it was probably closest. "I offered t’help her with a quest," Vesper says aloud, tone dry, the rest left to settle between them unspoken. "We took down a Lamplighter in the Feverlands. Or rather, it took me down first." He shrugs, noting the way his ribs no longer ached and sighed. "Tail caught me clean across the side. Spent the better part of a week feelin’ like someone’d tried to pickle my lungs."
He lets the water lap quietly again before glancing over, one brow lifted. "Shame it’ll never happen, huh?" His voice is easy, but something cools behind the question. "You know somethin’ I don’t?" Obviously the answer to that was yes, and the faint smile that pulls at the corner of the demigod's mouth hints as much. "But I mean specifically. About Torchline. About whether we’re lookin’ at a storm rollin’ in, or the kind that’s already broken but nobody’s figured it out yet." He twists one of his rings slowly, eyes on Jack now, steady and sharp. Vesper might be the demigod, but that didn't mean he knew anywhere near as much as Jack did.
Friend doesn’t quite land right. Not when paired with the heat and wildness behind the tangle of memory that follows: the press of teeth, sunlight on bare skin, fingernails clawing against his back and bruises traded like favours. Thalassa, in all her thorn-crowned chaos pinned beneath him. Fuckbuddy wasn't even the right word for what Thal was, but it was probably closest. "I offered t’help her with a quest," Vesper says aloud, tone dry, the rest left to settle between them unspoken. "We took down a Lamplighter in the Feverlands. Or rather, it took me down first." He shrugs, noting the way his ribs no longer ached and sighed. "Tail caught me clean across the side. Spent the better part of a week feelin’ like someone’d tried to pickle my lungs."
He lets the water lap quietly again before glancing over, one brow lifted. "Shame it’ll never happen, huh?" His voice is easy, but something cools behind the question. "You know somethin’ I don’t?" Obviously the answer to that was yes, and the faint smile that pulls at the corner of the demigod's mouth hints as much. "But I mean specifically. About Torchline. About whether we’re lookin’ at a storm rollin’ in, or the kind that’s already broken but nobody’s figured it out yet." He twists one of his rings slowly, eyes on Jack now, steady and sharp. Vesper might be the demigod, but that didn't mean he knew anywhere near as much as Jack did.
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.
