if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper doesn’t bite on the fire, doesn’t dive into ash when the dock’s still too open and the sting of smoke clings close. Instead, he shrugs, a slow roll of one shoulder as though he might shed the memory with the motion. "Wasn’t nothin’ important in there," he says, voice smooth but clipped at the edges. A twitch of his mouth might’ve been amusement, but doesn’t reach his eyes. He'd never tell Caly I told you so, but certainly the way things had ended with her and her puppy hadn't come as a surprise.
The mention of a local bar earns a wry lift of his brow, and he hums thoughtfully. "Meant to hit up the House of Midnight, actually, see what’s what," he muses, thumb hooking into the edge of his belt. "Jack’s already talkin’ about puttin’ a bar right on the Ark, though." The smirk that follows is shameless, if slightly tired.
Her retort softens the angles in his expression, though, and his grin blooms slow and unhurried. "A pushover, huh?" he echoes, the word tasting more like affection than insult. He lifts one hand, palm up, in mock surrender. "Nah, I learned my lesson last time. I'll never show up with anything but tequila ever again."
And then the package falls.
It hits the dock with a soft thud and as Colt's horse jolts forward, Vesper’s already stepping out of its path, shadows flickering around his boots to misty-step him away. He doesn’t need to glance at Colt to know what she’s thinking; the indecision about the package has been tugging at the edge of his mind since before he walked up. She hadn’t planned to give it to him, not like this, but letting it lie there now would be stranger still. A thin coil of shadow spills from him, gliding across the dock to scoop the package up as easily as a hand might. It hovers in the dusk between them, dark ribbons holding it aloft rather than touching it himself. He keeps his expression smooth, as if all of this were perfectly ordinary. As if his name wasn't written on it in her writing.
"What," he drawls, one brow lifting at her, "you pony express now?"
The mention of a local bar earns a wry lift of his brow, and he hums thoughtfully. "Meant to hit up the House of Midnight, actually, see what’s what," he muses, thumb hooking into the edge of his belt. "Jack’s already talkin’ about puttin’ a bar right on the Ark, though." The smirk that follows is shameless, if slightly tired.
Her retort softens the angles in his expression, though, and his grin blooms slow and unhurried. "A pushover, huh?" he echoes, the word tasting more like affection than insult. He lifts one hand, palm up, in mock surrender. "Nah, I learned my lesson last time. I'll never show up with anything but tequila ever again."
And then the package falls.
It hits the dock with a soft thud and as Colt's horse jolts forward, Vesper’s already stepping out of its path, shadows flickering around his boots to misty-step him away. He doesn’t need to glance at Colt to know what she’s thinking; the indecision about the package has been tugging at the edge of his mind since before he walked up. She hadn’t planned to give it to him, not like this, but letting it lie there now would be stranger still. A thin coil of shadow spills from him, gliding across the dock to scoop the package up as easily as a hand might. It hovers in the dusk between them, dark ribbons holding it aloft rather than touching it himself. He keeps his expression smooth, as if all of this were perfectly ordinary. As if his name wasn't written on it in her writing.
"What," he drawls, one brow lifting at her, "you pony express 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.
