if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper doesn’t move to snuff Caly’s fire; she’s owed that blaze, and maybe more. Instead, he reaches beneath the bar, finds a shot glass, and tips dark rum into it. With a soft shrug, he slides it across the wood toward her, the gesture quiet but deliberate. No words; just permission to burn.
Nova’s storm presses sharper, edges biting at his temples, but he doesn’t crowd it. He lets her speak first, lets her ice cut the room colder, and only when the shards settle does he straighten. The glass he’s been rolling in his hand tips back in a long swallow, emptied in one easy pull. He sets it down with a clean, final thud before looking between them.
"Whatever you two wanna do," he says, voice level, "I’ll back your play." His throat clears, a flicker of hesitation rare enough to catch. "Before he left, Jack handed me a list—contacts, debts owed, favours stacked. All the shit we’d need t’make the most of it her without him." The implication’s heavy in the air: they could carve their names into Torchline deeper than they'd have been able to on their own. Vesper exhales, guard low enough for the crack to show. "It was nice, y’know. Bein’ all in the same place." He shrugs it off, but it lingers, heavier than the rum.
His gaze shifts, flicking between them again. "Goin’ after a queen prob’ly ain’t advisable." His brow ticks upward, gesturing at the bar itself, as if to highlite how Flora had just let them have it. "But somethin’ tells me Flora won’t fight back if we do. Bad optics and whatnot." It'd be easy enough to spin it that way, anyhow.
As for Caly’s storm, he turns back to her, palms opening in quiet deference. "However you wanna handle your puppy, I’ll be behind you." To shield. To help destroy. To read the truths between all the bullshit he'd clearly spouted when last he'd been with his sister. Vesper's mouth quirks into a sharp line, not quite a smile. "Ball’s in your court."
Nova’s storm presses sharper, edges biting at his temples, but he doesn’t crowd it. He lets her speak first, lets her ice cut the room colder, and only when the shards settle does he straighten. The glass he’s been rolling in his hand tips back in a long swallow, emptied in one easy pull. He sets it down with a clean, final thud before looking between them.
"Whatever you two wanna do," he says, voice level, "I’ll back your play." His throat clears, a flicker of hesitation rare enough to catch. "Before he left, Jack handed me a list—contacts, debts owed, favours stacked. All the shit we’d need t’make the most of it her without him." The implication’s heavy in the air: they could carve their names into Torchline deeper than they'd have been able to on their own. Vesper exhales, guard low enough for the crack to show. "It was nice, y’know. Bein’ all in the same place." He shrugs it off, but it lingers, heavier than the rum.
His gaze shifts, flicking between them again. "Goin’ after a queen prob’ly ain’t advisable." His brow ticks upward, gesturing at the bar itself, as if to highlite how Flora had just let them have it. "But somethin’ tells me Flora won’t fight back if we do. Bad optics and whatnot." It'd be easy enough to spin it that way, anyhow.
As for Caly’s storm, he turns back to her, palms opening in quiet deference. "However you wanna handle your puppy, I’ll be behind you." To shield. To help destroy. To read the truths between all the bullshit he'd clearly spouted when last he'd been with his sister. Vesper's mouth quirks into a sharp line, not quite a smile. "Ball’s in your court."
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.
