if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
The wind yanks at his hair and tugs salt into his grin, but Vesper doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, he looks like someone born for this kind of recklessness—long legs braced against the Firecracker’s shifting deck, one hand lazily gripping the rigging, the other shading his eyes against the sun. His shirt flaps open behind him like some dramatic afterthought, and his expression is all lopsided charm and idle curiosity, as if he’s scanning the Spillwave not for a target, but for something vaguely entertaining.
"Yeah, yeah," he calls back over the rush of air, voice lazy but carrying. He flashes her a glance, shadows slipping along the deck beneath him as if tasting the air. They don’t stretch far—yet—but they curl against his boots with the easy comfort of something familiar.
Truth be told, he doesn’t know Melita all that well. She’s wildfire in a bottle, all teeth and conviction. Right now, she’s the kind of chaos that gets invited, not avoided. And Vesper? Vesper’s not the type to turn down a front row seat. "We in international waters yet, or are we goin' covert?" he asks, squinting toward the sea like he might catch a glimpse of political sanctions etched into the waves.
"Yeah, yeah," he calls back over the rush of air, voice lazy but carrying. He flashes her a glance, shadows slipping along the deck beneath him as if tasting the air. They don’t stretch far—yet—but they curl against his boots with the easy comfort of something familiar.
Truth be told, he doesn’t know Melita all that well. She’s wildfire in a bottle, all teeth and conviction. Right now, she’s the kind of chaos that gets invited, not avoided. And Vesper? Vesper’s not the type to turn down a front row seat. "We in international waters yet, or are we goin' covert?" he asks, squinting toward the sea like he might catch a glimpse of political sanctions etched into the waves.
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.
