VESPER
Vesper nods faintly, thumb tracing one of his rings in slow circles. "I thought about sayin’ I can only read minds within a foot or somethin’, if it ever came to that," he drawls, tone casual enough to sound like the thought’s no heavier than smoke. "Keep most of the truth to myself without makin’ it sound like I’m listenin’ to everyone breathin’." A shrug follows, loose and unconcerned, though there’s a flicker of wry self-awareness in his eyes. "But it feels like even that would be more trouble than it's worth."
Jack’s crooked grin earns a quiet scoff, Vesper folding his arms over his chest, sweater bunching at the elbows. "You’ve met Colt. Ain’t a chance she’d take that. She’d ride one of her horses straight up the gangplank just to tell me off." His smirk tugs crooked for a moment, genuine enough to soften the words, before it fades into something quieter, more private.
Truth is, it would be easier; lettin’ it all drift off into silence, leavin’ her to the stories she’s already told herself. But he wouldn’t do it. He likes her, cares quite a bit about her, though not the way she seems to care for him, and that imbalance hums in his chest like a bruise. He doubts there’s even time to ever reach even ground, not with how quick her thoughts set tripwires and red flags over otherwise sunny afternoons. It’s like tryin’ to build somethin’ steady on a tide that keeps pullin’ back just as fast as it comes in.
Jack’s crooked grin earns a quiet scoff, Vesper folding his arms over his chest, sweater bunching at the elbows. "You’ve met Colt. Ain’t a chance she’d take that. She’d ride one of her horses straight up the gangplank just to tell me off." His smirk tugs crooked for a moment, genuine enough to soften the words, before it fades into something quieter, more private.
Truth is, it would be easier; lettin’ it all drift off into silence, leavin’ her to the stories she’s already told herself. But he wouldn’t do it. He likes her, cares quite a bit about her, though not the way she seems to care for him, and that imbalance hums in his chest like a bruise. He doubts there’s even time to ever reach even ground, not with how quick her thoughts set tripwires and red flags over otherwise sunny afternoons. It’s like tryin’ to build somethin’ steady on a tide that keeps pullin’ back just as fast as it comes in.
And it's all my fault that I'm still the one you want
So what are you after? Some kind of disaster?
So what are you after? Some kind of disaster?
☆ 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.
