VESPER
The last of the barrels thud into place with shadow-slick precision, and Vesper exhales through his nose, brushing a smear of tar from his sleeve with far more disdain than urgency. Around him, the crew bustles with the kind of eager momentum that only comes when the end is in sight. Shadows withdraw to his boots in lazy curls, dismissed with a flick of thought. He rolls his shoulders once—more decorative than sore—and turns toward the helm.
He’s earned a reprieve from manual labour, thank you very much. And truth be told, there's something about this part of the voyage that’s always held more gravity than the rest. The Ark’s shift from sea to sky—the moment the sails catch wind that isn’t wind, and the ocean falls away beneath her feet—it demands more than rope and pitch. It asks for command.
Bootsteps soft on the newly treated deck, Vesper makes his way up to Jack’s side, coat fluttering as the breeze begins to gather like breath in the lungs of the ship. He doesn’t announce himself; he just arrives with a slight dip in his mental shield, positioning himself just off Jack’s shoulder, close enough to observe, far enough not to crowd. He’s stood here before, in Torchline skies, in rougher moods and better weather. But this part of the Arclight is different. The coastline shifts strangely here, cliffs breaking the horizon like the teeth of something sleeping. The clouds hang closer to the water. The wind has teeth.
And if this—this—was going to be home...he wants to know what it demands. His eyes trace the lines of the horizon, the tremble in the sailcloth, the subtle adjustment in Jack’s stance as the Ark readies to shrug off gravity. His hands remain tucked in his coat pockets, though he already knows how the wheel would feel beneath them. The lessons have come over time, casual but cumulative. Jack doesn't teach like someone passing down knowledge. He teaches like someone daring you to keep up.
Vesp comes for lessons!
He’s earned a reprieve from manual labour, thank you very much. And truth be told, there's something about this part of the voyage that’s always held more gravity than the rest. The Ark’s shift from sea to sky—the moment the sails catch wind that isn’t wind, and the ocean falls away beneath her feet—it demands more than rope and pitch. It asks for command.
Bootsteps soft on the newly treated deck, Vesper makes his way up to Jack’s side, coat fluttering as the breeze begins to gather like breath in the lungs of the ship. He doesn’t announce himself; he just arrives with a slight dip in his mental shield, positioning himself just off Jack’s shoulder, close enough to observe, far enough not to crowd. He’s stood here before, in Torchline skies, in rougher moods and better weather. But this part of the Arclight is different. The coastline shifts strangely here, cliffs breaking the horizon like the teeth of something sleeping. The clouds hang closer to the water. The wind has teeth.
And if this—this—was going to be home...he wants to know what it demands. His eyes trace the lines of the horizon, the tremble in the sailcloth, the subtle adjustment in Jack’s stance as the Ark readies to shrug off gravity. His hands remain tucked in his coat pockets, though he already knows how the wheel would feel beneath them. The lessons have come over time, casual but cumulative. Jack doesn't teach like someone passing down knowledge. He teaches like someone daring you to keep up.
Vesp comes for lessons!
rot gut whiskey's gonna ease your mind
but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?
but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?
☆ 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.
