if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
The smirk lingers as her chuckle spills out, that nervous little twitch she probably thinks is subtle. Vesper watches her shift the parcel out of sight with the casual disinterest of someone who’s already read the headline and decided to skip the rest of the article. The indecision still clings to her thoughts, turning like a coin she hasn’t committed to flipping, but he lets it sit. Whatever meaning she’s braided into the contents of that package—whatever it says she hasn’t quite said—he figures it’s not the sort of thing you pry loose on a dock in winter.
"Scuff up the deck and you’ll be on Jack’s shit list ‘til the heat death of the sun," he murmurs with a quiet huff of amusement, eyes flicking back toward the Ark. "Man holds a grudge like it’s fine bourbon. Gets better with age."
Her comment pulls his attention back, and at the nod toward his haul, Vesper lifts his brows like he’s surprised she’s heard anything at all. Then again, gossip sails faster than any ship around here, and he’s hardly been subtle. "Living on the Ark," he corrects mildly, lips pursing as if the nuance matters more than it probably does. "Just so happens the Ark’s sittin’ here."
Still, he shifts the sack higher on his shoulder as if to prove the point, as if the new life he’s carved out with thread and soap and obligations is real enough to carry. "Wasn’t plannin' on makin' the move quite so fast, but," he adds with a lazy shrug, glancing sidelong at her with that slow, knowing look of his. "But y’know how it goes." He doesn’t elaborate; doesn’t mention the smoke, or the way his sisters moved like ghosts through the charred ruin of what used to be theirs. Doesn’t say how fast fast really was. But the flicker in his eyes says enough for now.
"Scuff up the deck and you’ll be on Jack’s shit list ‘til the heat death of the sun," he murmurs with a quiet huff of amusement, eyes flicking back toward the Ark. "Man holds a grudge like it’s fine bourbon. Gets better with age."
Her comment pulls his attention back, and at the nod toward his haul, Vesper lifts his brows like he’s surprised she’s heard anything at all. Then again, gossip sails faster than any ship around here, and he’s hardly been subtle. "Living on the Ark," he corrects mildly, lips pursing as if the nuance matters more than it probably does. "Just so happens the Ark’s sittin’ here."
Still, he shifts the sack higher on his shoulder as if to prove the point, as if the new life he’s carved out with thread and soap and obligations is real enough to carry. "Wasn’t plannin' on makin' the move quite so fast, but," he adds with a lazy shrug, glancing sidelong at her with that slow, knowing look of his. "But y’know how it goes." He doesn’t elaborate; doesn’t mention the smoke, or the way his sisters moved like ghosts through the charred ruin of what used to be theirs. Doesn’t say how fast fast really was. But the flicker in his eyes says enough for now.
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.
