VESPER
The shadows curl out at his gesture, trailing across the sand and water like long fingers pulling at whatever the tide has thought to leave behind. Bottles, scraps of rope, a soggy bit of parchment — all of it gathers at his heel, shadows folding it neatly into the sack he drags with him so the shore might gleam cleaner beneath the stars and the low hum of algae light. His mother’s waters deserve that much, at least.
Jack’s mind remains shuttered as it always does with him, a blank wall where everyone else’s thoughts spill like floodwater. Vesper doesn’t need to guess too hard why; rumours ripple fast through Torchline, whispers of fire licking the Ark’s hull and smoke trailing from her decks. If Jack’s head is barred, it’s likely for Vesper’s sake as much as it's habit on Jack's part.
So it is that Jack's words are a surprise which draw Vesper's attention up from the surf, one brow arched, pale eyes narrowing as another bottle is coaxed from the water by a ribbon of shadow. "That a fact," he drawls, voice smooth as the tide rolling in, no more rattled than if Jack had told him the sky was due to rain. A flick of his wrist tucks the bottle into the sack before he glances sidelong, star-flecked freckles catching the torchlight. "Y’got a heading in mind, or is this just leavin’?"
Jack’s mind remains shuttered as it always does with him, a blank wall where everyone else’s thoughts spill like floodwater. Vesper doesn’t need to guess too hard why; rumours ripple fast through Torchline, whispers of fire licking the Ark’s hull and smoke trailing from her decks. If Jack’s head is barred, it’s likely for Vesper’s sake as much as it's habit on Jack's part.
So it is that Jack's words are a surprise which draw Vesper's attention up from the surf, one brow arched, pale eyes narrowing as another bottle is coaxed from the water by a ribbon of shadow. "That a fact," he drawls, voice smooth as the tide rolling in, no more rattled than if Jack had told him the sky was due to rain. A flick of his wrist tucks the bottle into the sack before he glances sidelong, star-flecked freckles catching the torchlight. "Y’got a heading in mind, or is this just leavin’?"
Push, shove, a little bruised and battered
oh lord, I ain't coming home with you
oh lord, I ain't coming home with you
☆ 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.
