if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper’s hands still again, the fabric caught half-folded between his fingers as Jack’s easy logic threads itself through the room. His jaw slides to one side, not quite a clench, not quite agreement, just the quiet grind of someone who recognises a point he doesn’t want to acknowledge. He doesn’t turn immediately, intaking taking moment, letting the breath fill him slow, steadying something frayed at the centre. When he does glance over his shoulder, the look he gives Jack is measured and tired rather than sharp. "If it’d gone how I planned," he says, voice smoothing into something low and even, "I’d have said it went well." He drags a palm across his face, letting his fingers scrape briefly through his hair, and exhales a thin breath that feels too heavy for the small room.
Jack brings up cutting things off, and Vesper lets his eyes fall half-lidded, shrugging one shoulder without committing to the gesture. "What I wanted," he mutters, the drawl flattening into something far softer, "was to disappear. To let her forget about me." To do right by Colt, in same bastardized sense. Vesper swallows, throat working visibly in the lantern’s glow. "This... was not that." He leaves it there, because he doesn’t have the language for anything more than the naked truth of it which sits like a knot under his ribs; too tight, too raw, too close to breaking.
When Jack casually offers the whole continent like it’s a collection of doorways Vesper can step through at will, the boy straightens, brow rising slow and unmistakably wary. The suspicion isn’t hostile; it’s the reflex of someone who’s had too much torn open in too little time, someone who’s lost all sense of the ground under him and is waiting for the next thing to give way. His eyes narrow, the line between them creasing faintly as nothing comes through Jack's telepathic shield to hint at the Captain's motive. "Don’t you have shit to do back in King’s End?" he asks, the tone not accusatory but genuinely puzzled, the wariness held close in the cool drawl.
Jack brings up cutting things off, and Vesper lets his eyes fall half-lidded, shrugging one shoulder without committing to the gesture. "What I wanted," he mutters, the drawl flattening into something far softer, "was to disappear. To let her forget about me." To do right by Colt, in same bastardized sense. Vesper swallows, throat working visibly in the lantern’s glow. "This... was not that." He leaves it there, because he doesn’t have the language for anything more than the naked truth of it which sits like a knot under his ribs; too tight, too raw, too close to breaking.
When Jack casually offers the whole continent like it’s a collection of doorways Vesper can step through at will, the boy straightens, brow rising slow and unmistakably wary. The suspicion isn’t hostile; it’s the reflex of someone who’s had too much torn open in too little time, someone who’s lost all sense of the ground under him and is waiting for the next thing to give way. His eyes narrow, the line between them creasing faintly as nothing comes through Jack's telepathic shield to hint at the Captain's motive. "Don’t you have shit to do back in King’s End?" he asks, the tone not accusatory but genuinely puzzled, the wariness held close in the cool drawl.
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.
