VESPER
Vesper huffs a laugh, low and bone-dry, like wind over parched earth. "Thought ‘bout hobblin’ the girls, yeah," he drawls, eyes still tracking the last ripples where the echo sharks vanished beneath the waves. "Enemies don’t exactly come with name tags—though it’d be real convenient if they did." His shadows twitch like restless fingers near his boots, echoing his unease even as his tone stays level.
Jack will feel it before Vesper even realizes he’s doing it—that quiet pull in the back of the mind as the boy’s mental shields slip a little further. It’s not vulnerability exactly, but something adjacent: a moment where honesty feels more useful than pride. And maybe, in this rare pause between battle and banter, he lets the truth bleed through. "You're not wrong," he mutters, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "Nova...she doesn’t half-ass life. She jumps in sparkles-first and figures it out after. And tryin’ to rein her in..." He trails off, shakes his head once, hard. "Only way she’s gonna take danger serious is if she starts takin’ life serious. But that ain’t her. That glitter-coated, candy-flavoured recklessness? That’s her whole vibe."
His fingers toy with one of the rings on his hand, twisting it once, twice. "If she ever did start actin’ like the world could break her..." A pause. A long exhale. "...think it’d mean it already had." He flicks a look toward Jack—cool, composed again, but with a subtle undertow of worry still tugging behind his gaze.
Jack will feel it before Vesper even realizes he’s doing it—that quiet pull in the back of the mind as the boy’s mental shields slip a little further. It’s not vulnerability exactly, but something adjacent: a moment where honesty feels more useful than pride. And maybe, in this rare pause between battle and banter, he lets the truth bleed through. "You're not wrong," he mutters, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "Nova...she doesn’t half-ass life. She jumps in sparkles-first and figures it out after. And tryin’ to rein her in..." He trails off, shakes his head once, hard. "Only way she’s gonna take danger serious is if she starts takin’ life serious. But that ain’t her. That glitter-coated, candy-flavoured recklessness? That’s her whole vibe."
His fingers toy with one of the rings on his hand, twisting it once, twice. "If she ever did start actin’ like the world could break her..." A pause. A long exhale. "...think it’d mean it already had." He flicks a look toward Jack—cool, composed again, but with a subtle undertow of worry still tugging behind his gaze.
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.
