just because the fog is there
Vesper lifts a brow, thoughtful. "Could be," he allows, voice low and unhurried. "Except that’s the trick with ripples. Hard to know where they start. You can follow ‘em a long way, but even from up there," he gestures vaguely toward the stars with the neck of his bottle, "I couldn’t rewind time."
When Colt returns with glasses and the bottle of wine tucked under her arm, he glances back over his shoulder, brow lifting just slightly in surprise. "Take a sip first. If you hate it, we’ll ditch it and drink somethin’ worth the trouble."
Her question drifts out across the porch, soft and curious and not quite accusatory, but it hooks in him all the same. Vesper doesn’t answer right away, just exhales through his nose and tilts his head, watching her like he’s measuring the shape of her understanding. "Mhm. Pretty much all there was to do," he says at last. "Watchin’. Learnin’. Call it celestial puberty if you want. We were meant to come down already shaped—, not blank slates wanderin’ blind."
The next question lands a little heavier. Vulnerable. Secret. Private. He watches her mouth around each word, feels the edges of them like they’re trying to pry something open. Arms folded loose across his chest, Vesper studies Colt with that same unreadable calm, as if her concern isn’t an accusation but a stone dropped in a still pond. One he’s seen fall before. "I came down knowin’ more shit than most folks’d ever believe." The words are even, not a boast, just truth stated clean. His gaze finds hers, steady and clear in the dimming light. "Still do." He doesn’t say it like a threat, doesn’t try to soothe it either. His voice is too calm for that, too steady, even as it threatens to brush with a truth he isn't so sure he should name.
When Colt returns with glasses and the bottle of wine tucked under her arm, he glances back over his shoulder, brow lifting just slightly in surprise. "Take a sip first. If you hate it, we’ll ditch it and drink somethin’ worth the trouble."
Her question drifts out across the porch, soft and curious and not quite accusatory, but it hooks in him all the same. Vesper doesn’t answer right away, just exhales through his nose and tilts his head, watching her like he’s measuring the shape of her understanding. "Mhm. Pretty much all there was to do," he says at last. "Watchin’. Learnin’. Call it celestial puberty if you want. We were meant to come down already shaped—, not blank slates wanderin’ blind."
The next question lands a little heavier. Vulnerable. Secret. Private. He watches her mouth around each word, feels the edges of them like they’re trying to pry something open. Arms folded loose across his chest, Vesper studies Colt with that same unreadable calm, as if her concern isn’t an accusation but a stone dropped in a still pond. One he’s seen fall before. "I came down knowin’ more shit than most folks’d ever believe." The words are even, not a boast, just truth stated clean. His gaze finds hers, steady and clear in the dimming light. "Still do." He doesn’t say it like a threat, doesn’t try to soothe it either. His voice is too calm for that, too steady, even as it threatens to brush with a truth he isn't so sure he should name.
don't mean nothing's behind it
☆ 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.
