if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper listens in silence, the ripple of Jack’s magic skimming through the fountain and the air both. The breeze is welcome—cool fingers tracing the line of his jaw, brushing the sweat from the nape of his neck—but it’s the quiet weight behind Jack’s last words that stills him completely.
His constellation freckles dim, shadows coiling close at his heels again like they’re bracing too.
"Yeah," he murmurs, fingers tightening slightly around the neck of one bottle still in his hand. "Barrier’s comin’. Dahlia’s blood’ll make sure of that. But I don’t think they care about the wall. I think they care about what’s inside it and how to go about gettin' it out again."
With another sigh, the demigod tips the bottle back and forth between his fingers for a moment. "I get what you're sayin', and there's plenty within Haulani to keep me and the girls occupied." Flicking his gaze toward Jack for a moment, Vesper exhales stiffly. "Though if it comes to it, I doubt you'll wanna be the one to explain to mommy dearest why I ain't out there doin' what she intended me to do." No hero was Vesper, but no slouch was Safrin and likely sooner rather than later he'd be called upon to go and do the sort of shit he was made for.
His constellation freckles dim, shadows coiling close at his heels again like they’re bracing too.
"Yeah," he murmurs, fingers tightening slightly around the neck of one bottle still in his hand. "Barrier’s comin’. Dahlia’s blood’ll make sure of that. But I don’t think they care about the wall. I think they care about what’s inside it and how to go about gettin' it out again."
With another sigh, the demigod tips the bottle back and forth between his fingers for a moment. "I get what you're sayin', and there's plenty within Haulani to keep me and the girls occupied." Flicking his gaze toward Jack for a moment, Vesper exhales stiffly. "Though if it comes to it, I doubt you'll wanna be the one to explain to mommy dearest why I ain't out there doin' what she intended me to do." No hero was Vesper, but no slouch was Safrin and likely sooner rather than later he'd be called upon to go and do the sort of shit he was made for.
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.
