Got a head full of spiders & a heart that isn't here
The shift in Jack is subtle but unmistakable—like a cold wind edging under a door, too measured to be accidental. Vesper feels it before he fully understands it: the narrowing of some invisible aperture, the brief but deliberate draw of attention. Not suspicion exactly. Not yet. But the kind of careful stillness that says you’ve offered something rare, now let’s see what it’s worth.
His own shield twitches as if to slam shut again on instinct, but he doesn’t let it. Doesn’t backpedal or flinch, just studies Jack in the lantern glow, the flicker of firelight catching in the blue of his eyes and gilding the ice that still glistens across the stone. It’s strange, seeing Jack like this—quiet and uncovered, even if just by an inch. And Vesper doesn’t know if it’s a threat or an answer. Maybe it’s both. Still, he's sure that they both fuckin' hate it, necessary as it might be.
"Well then," he says, voice low and dry, though something in it flickers toward warmth. His boot nudges the lantern, not with force, but with finality—enough to tip it, snuffing the flame beneath the hiss of melted wax. The dark reclaims the tunnel in an instant, thick as velvet. Shadows slip up around his heels again, blind now that the light is once more removed, though Vesper moves without hesitation to fall into step just behind Jack.
"Lead the way, captain." His voice is smooth, unhurried. Taking a breath before letting it out, Vesper tries to use his tether with Jack like some strange echolocation, putting his faith in his dear old dad in order to not lead him astray as he sends out his shadows like invisible tendrils of water.
His own shield twitches as if to slam shut again on instinct, but he doesn’t let it. Doesn’t backpedal or flinch, just studies Jack in the lantern glow, the flicker of firelight catching in the blue of his eyes and gilding the ice that still glistens across the stone. It’s strange, seeing Jack like this—quiet and uncovered, even if just by an inch. And Vesper doesn’t know if it’s a threat or an answer. Maybe it’s both. Still, he's sure that they both fuckin' hate it, necessary as it might be.
"Well then," he says, voice low and dry, though something in it flickers toward warmth. His boot nudges the lantern, not with force, but with finality—enough to tip it, snuffing the flame beneath the hiss of melted wax. The dark reclaims the tunnel in an instant, thick as velvet. Shadows slip up around his heels again, blind now that the light is once more removed, though Vesper moves without hesitation to fall into step just behind Jack.
"Lead the way, captain." His voice is smooth, unhurried. Taking a breath before letting it out, Vesper tries to use his tether with Jack like some strange echolocation, putting his faith in his dear old dad in order to not lead him astray as he sends out his shadows like invisible tendrils of water.
VESPER
☆ 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.
