if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper takes the offered explosives with a flash of silver ringed fingers, weighing them like dice he’s already decided are loaded. "Ghost whales, huh?" he echoes, voice dry as sunbleached driftwood. "That'd be a real fuckin' shame."
He edges toward the rail again, boots scuffing against the Firecracker’s warm deck, and peers down through the bloom of smoke. The swimmers are still struggling, soaked in fear and salt, their yells echoing up like a chorus of regret. ""Think I’ll try for style points," he murmurs, yanking a pin with his teeth and flicking one device with a graceful arc toward the lifeboat. He's hoping for it to land such that it blows the lifeboat temporarily out of the water.
The second one he holds a moment longer, letting the smoke coil around him like a stage curtain. He casts a sideways glance at the empty air near Melita, knowing she’s close even if he can’t see her. "Folks are gonna start screamin' when they see the Firecracker comin' now," he notes, all smooth menace and humour, before lobbing the last explosive in a neat underhand toss straight into the breached hull.
The bloom of sound is satisfying. Almost beautiful.
He leans back against the railing, flexing his fingers like a pianist between sets. "How long d’you reckon ‘til someone shows up wantin’ to investigate all this generosity of yours?"
He edges toward the rail again, boots scuffing against the Firecracker’s warm deck, and peers down through the bloom of smoke. The swimmers are still struggling, soaked in fear and salt, their yells echoing up like a chorus of regret. ""Think I’ll try for style points," he murmurs, yanking a pin with his teeth and flicking one device with a graceful arc toward the lifeboat. He's hoping for it to land such that it blows the lifeboat temporarily out of the water.
The second one he holds a moment longer, letting the smoke coil around him like a stage curtain. He casts a sideways glance at the empty air near Melita, knowing she’s close even if he can’t see her. "Folks are gonna start screamin' when they see the Firecracker comin' now," he notes, all smooth menace and humour, before lobbing the last explosive in a neat underhand toss straight into the breached hull.
The bloom of sound is satisfying. Almost beautiful.
He leans back against the railing, flexing his fingers like a pianist between sets. "How long d’you reckon ‘til someone shows up wantin’ to investigate all this generosity of yours?"
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.
