if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper’s shoulders lift in a loose, weary shrug, the kind that doesn’t pretend toward certainty. The lanternlight catches on the constellation freckles along his cheekbones as he stares down at the half-packed duffel, jaw shifting slowly as he turns Jack’s question over in his mind. "It’d be easier if she’d just forgotten about me," he says, the words flowing out low and unvarnished. "But I guess there’d always be the chance of it sparkin’ up again between us when I came back south." He huffs a small breath through his nose, not a laugh, just a release of tension he can’t hold in his chest anymore. "Now?" He shakes his head, lips curling faintly in something that barely resembles a smile. "Ain’t any chance left. Not now." His gaze drops, the sentence tapering into a soft, defeated murmur. "Not that there ever was to begin with, I guess." His telepathy seemed to have all but ruled that out.
Jack’s invitation draws Vesper’s eyes over, and whatever pride he usually wears like armour doesn’t even make an appearance. He slumps down onto the bunk beside his father, taller than Jack by a few inches but looking younger than he has in seasons; shoulders rounded, posture loose, head down.
Vesper nods once and Jack explains, slow and unsurprised, accepting the truth in the Captain's words without needing to probe into the memories behind them. "Mostly," he says eventually, rubbing a thumb up along the line of his cheek as if trying to scrape something away, "I just don’t wanna run into her. Or hear about her in someone’s mind." He shakes his head, blond hair falling forward until he brushes it back again with restless fingers. The ache sits under his ribs like a knot he hasn’t figured out how to breathe around yet, and gods if it doesn't fucking feel like the easiest thing to do would be to just carve it right out.
Jack’s invitation draws Vesper’s eyes over, and whatever pride he usually wears like armour doesn’t even make an appearance. He slumps down onto the bunk beside his father, taller than Jack by a few inches but looking younger than he has in seasons; shoulders rounded, posture loose, head down.
Vesper nods once and Jack explains, slow and unsurprised, accepting the truth in the Captain's words without needing to probe into the memories behind them. "Mostly," he says eventually, rubbing a thumb up along the line of his cheek as if trying to scrape something away, "I just don’t wanna run into her. Or hear about her in someone’s mind." He shakes his head, blond hair falling forward until he brushes it back again with restless fingers. The ache sits under his ribs like a knot he hasn’t figured out how to breathe around yet, and gods if it doesn't fucking feel like the easiest thing to do would be to just carve it right out.
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.
