COLT
We can love just like rain
One drop too much and we'll drown
Wishin' I would be enough, 'cause I don't wanna lose
One drop too much and we'll drown
Wishin' I would be enough, 'cause I don't wanna lose
"Well, now you're just making it tempting," she grins with a glance back towards the ship, appraising the true risk of trotting up there. Maybe another time, when she owes Jack something stronger than stick horses. "Could always blame you," she points out with the faintest tug on one end of her lips, attention flicking back to him and settling there like she means to find something. An answer maybe, or a reason. She's not too sure, but she figures she'll know it once she sees it.
Precision matters to Vesper, she's finding, which is something she can't say she disagrees with. Still, the adjustment to her understanding lands firm, and her mouth draws the shape of an 'o' for a moment before remembering her voice. "I see," she emphasizes with an exaggeration to match, "the Ark." There's a strangely disappointed relief at that clarity. Hearing that he'd moved here had come as a bit of a surprise, one that wound tightly up into her throat when she first read the return label. She depended on the distance and their time apart to reorient herself after every encounter, a necessary detox else she'd end up pepertually hungover on whatever it is he always offers. The thought of casually running into him in town, and often at that, is like someone trying to get on the wagon being told beer is now free every other day of the week.
Now, though?
She's not so sure why it feels like disappointment to discover he might be less present than she first imagined.
Her lips purse a bit as her eyes drift faintly to the pack readjusting on his shoulders, wondering how he managed to put his whole life inside it. "Can't say I do," she confesses with a shrug. She catches the light that's in his eyes, but it only looks like the shine of a star working hard in the dark. "Never moved before, least of all fast." She tilts her head a bit, seeming to consider for a moment if there's anything to regret or be proud of in that. It's just certain, at least.
"You're welcome to stay in my spare room if you need," The offer is out before she really means it to be, surprising even her. "For the night, that is, if you're ever caught on the edge of town. All y'all." She adds the clarifiers just as quick, not about to offer any of them live with her, Vesper least of all. Calypso maybe she could get on with, but Nova's penchant for glitter is honestly terrifying and Vesper...that'd be too close for comfort. Even the night he'd stayed over she'd gotten up well before dawn and headed out to work early, too scared to see what they might be in sheets brushed with gold instead of silver.
Precision matters to Vesper, she's finding, which is something she can't say she disagrees with. Still, the adjustment to her understanding lands firm, and her mouth draws the shape of an 'o' for a moment before remembering her voice. "I see," she emphasizes with an exaggeration to match, "the Ark." There's a strangely disappointed relief at that clarity. Hearing that he'd moved here had come as a bit of a surprise, one that wound tightly up into her throat when she first read the return label. She depended on the distance and their time apart to reorient herself after every encounter, a necessary detox else she'd end up pepertually hungover on whatever it is he always offers. The thought of casually running into him in town, and often at that, is like someone trying to get on the wagon being told beer is now free every other day of the week.
Now, though?
She's not so sure why it feels like disappointment to discover he might be less present than she first imagined.
Her lips purse a bit as her eyes drift faintly to the pack readjusting on his shoulders, wondering how he managed to put his whole life inside it. "Can't say I do," she confesses with a shrug. She catches the light that's in his eyes, but it only looks like the shine of a star working hard in the dark. "Never moved before, least of all fast." She tilts her head a bit, seeming to consider for a moment if there's anything to regret or be proud of in that. It's just certain, at least.
"You're welcome to stay in my spare room if you need," The offer is out before she really means it to be, surprising even her. "For the night, that is, if you're ever caught on the edge of town. All y'all." She adds the clarifiers just as quick, not about to offer any of them live with her, Vesper least of all. Calypso maybe she could get on with, but Nova's penchant for glitter is honestly terrifying and Vesper...that'd be too close for comfort. Even the night he'd stayed over she'd gotten up well before dawn and headed out to work early, too scared to see what they might be in sheets brushed with gold instead of silver.
Nothing makes sense when you're gone, I need you around
I will love you like the stars love to shoot
And shadows love the moon
I will love you like the stars love to shoot
And shadows love the moon
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
