VESPER
Vesper nods, slow and wordless. He hadn’t thought it through the way Jack clearly has—hadn’t seen how even a small truth like that could twist everything sideways—but he’s lived long enough to recognize the shape of a mess before it happens. Some knots just don’t need more tangling.
When Jack stretches, the motion drawing his focus back, Vesper exhales through his nose, a faint huff of laughter ghosting past the sound. "Ark’s already moved once on account of one blonde," he mutters, shooting the captain a sidelong, appreciative look. "Ain’t lookin’ to make her do it again." Still, he does appreciate the offer. The humour in it fades quickly, though, replaced by the quiet weight of something more deliberate. Whatever happens, he decides, the Ark stays clear of it. No hiding aboard, no letting his shit spill over into the ship that’s been good enough to take him in.
At the mention of a letter, his fingers still against his rings, blue eyes flicking up, but not to Jack. He remembers the flash of that firestorm mind, the pieces he’d caught even without trying, one of which had been Flora’s letter, the way it had burned hotter than any blaze. His shoulders shift, restless, and he nods without looking over. "Maybe," he says finally, the word quiet but steady. "Then I could head north for a bit. Go to the Grounds or the Greatwood like we talked about." He shrugs, playing the thought off like it’s casual, but there’s purpose tucked in the movement. Distance might not fix much, but it’s safer than inviting hoof marks on Jack's deck.
When Jack stretches, the motion drawing his focus back, Vesper exhales through his nose, a faint huff of laughter ghosting past the sound. "Ark’s already moved once on account of one blonde," he mutters, shooting the captain a sidelong, appreciative look. "Ain’t lookin’ to make her do it again." Still, he does appreciate the offer. The humour in it fades quickly, though, replaced by the quiet weight of something more deliberate. Whatever happens, he decides, the Ark stays clear of it. No hiding aboard, no letting his shit spill over into the ship that’s been good enough to take him in.
At the mention of a letter, his fingers still against his rings, blue eyes flicking up, but not to Jack. He remembers the flash of that firestorm mind, the pieces he’d caught even without trying, one of which had been Flora’s letter, the way it had burned hotter than any blaze. His shoulders shift, restless, and he nods without looking over. "Maybe," he says finally, the word quiet but steady. "Then I could head north for a bit. Go to the Grounds or the Greatwood like we talked about." He shrugs, playing the thought off like it’s casual, but there’s purpose tucked in the movement. Distance might not fix much, but it’s safer than inviting hoof marks on Jack's deck.
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.
