VESPER
Vesper wheezes out a breath that steams the air in front of him, the sound ragged and thin in his throat. He doesn’t waste the effort of speech, just gives a small, sharp shake of his head, blue eyes flicking toward Jack even as the weight of pain settles heavy in his limbs. His shields drop like a curtain pulled back, and what Jack will see there is raw and unguarded; no intent, no direction, just the whipcrack of instinct grabbing the wrong thread.
When the captain’s shadow lengthens across him, Vesper’s jaw tenses, ready for something more than words. Something more like a lesson to be taught. But then Jack’s hand is there, offered rather than demanded, and the breath Vesper draws next is deeper, steadier. Shoulders slouching, he reaches up and grips Jack’s hand with cold fingers, shadows rising like braces to help him push himself upright.
The grimace he gives at Jack’s muttered comment is all teeth and cold humour, his mind flickering briefly toward Torchline’s warm waters and the healing magic therein. One point for stayin’, his thoughts murmur, tired and half-sarcastic, before he starts pulling the mess of himself back behind fresh walls. "Rum’ll do," he mutters aloud, dusting snow from his sleeves with a flick. "Assumin’ you didn’t leave all that behind in Torchline too in favour of somethin' else."
When the captain’s shadow lengthens across him, Vesper’s jaw tenses, ready for something more than words. Something more like a lesson to be taught. But then Jack’s hand is there, offered rather than demanded, and the breath Vesper draws next is deeper, steadier. Shoulders slouching, he reaches up and grips Jack’s hand with cold fingers, shadows rising like braces to help him push himself upright.
The grimace he gives at Jack’s muttered comment is all teeth and cold humour, his mind flickering briefly toward Torchline’s warm waters and the healing magic therein. One point for stayin’, his thoughts murmur, tired and half-sarcastic, before he starts pulling the mess of himself back behind fresh walls. "Rum’ll do," he mutters aloud, dusting snow from his sleeves with a flick. "Assumin’ you didn’t leave all that behind in Torchline too in favour of somethin' else."
wake me when it's over
like a bad dream
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.
