VESPER
Vesper’s lip curls faintly as the echo sharks breach, all muscle and mimicry and opportunistic hunger. He watches one snap up a smoking hel carcass midair, teeth flashing wet and vicious before it disappears beneath the surface with a satisfied thrumm. "Ugly fuckers," he murmurs, the words little more than breath as he flicks a glance toward the waves, fingers tightening against the Ark's railing.
He listens, though. To Jack. To the undercurrent of something steadier than sarcasm for once. And he doesn’t mock the answer—not even a smile at the phrase you got your sisters to worry 'bout. That truth’s sunk deep already. It’s part of what led him to ask in the first place. "Hobblin' 'em seems easier sometimes," he mutters eventually. The shadows that cling to his boots ripple faintly in agreement.
Then, a quieter pause—briefer than most silences he lets sit—and his voice tips dry again. "Nova wanted to stick around at the party, y’know. Me an’ Caly were already leanin’ toward fuckin’ off before it turned into a bloodbath." His tone stays casual, but the angle of his jaw says the memory sits heavier than he lets on. "She wanted to watch." Another echo in the back of his head—Nova giggling, ever curious, ever unafraid. "Also did drugs with that dragoon up in Stormbreak like it was nothin'." Which, for someone like Vesper, would have been nothin', but Nova...between pickin' fights with Melita and being dragged back from the desert by Hadama nearly catatonic, through the opening in Vesper's shields the captain will feel the way the young demigod is inclined just to bind her up rather than deal with the fear that comes from allowing her free will.
He listens, though. To Jack. To the undercurrent of something steadier than sarcasm for once. And he doesn’t mock the answer—not even a smile at the phrase you got your sisters to worry 'bout. That truth’s sunk deep already. It’s part of what led him to ask in the first place. "Hobblin' 'em seems easier sometimes," he mutters eventually. The shadows that cling to his boots ripple faintly in agreement.
Then, a quieter pause—briefer than most silences he lets sit—and his voice tips dry again. "Nova wanted to stick around at the party, y’know. Me an’ Caly were already leanin’ toward fuckin’ off before it turned into a bloodbath." His tone stays casual, but the angle of his jaw says the memory sits heavier than he lets on. "She wanted to watch." Another echo in the back of his head—Nova giggling, ever curious, ever unafraid. "Also did drugs with that dragoon up in Stormbreak like it was nothin'." Which, for someone like Vesper, would have been nothin', but Nova...between pickin' fights with Melita and being dragged back from the desert by Hadama nearly catatonic, through the opening in Vesper's shields the captain will feel the way the young demigod is inclined just to bind her up rather than deal with the fear that comes from allowing her free will.
wake me when it's over like a bad dream
☆ 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.
