if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper absorbs the squeeze to his shoulder without flinching, the touch landing with a weight he isn’t sure how to return. Affection between them has always been something edged and accidental; shared by proximity, in the quiet, in the things they do rather than say. He nods once, an awkward, grateful tilt of his head that feels like the best he can manage.
Jack talks, steady and unvarnished, offering the closest thing men like them might ever get to hope. But Vesper’s expression doesn’t shift toward belief; if anything, the lines around his eyes deepen with a familiar, bone-deep weariness. He rubs his thumb across his palm, the motion small and restless, like he’s trying to work loose a splinter that isn’t physically there. "Do you know that, though?" he asks quietly, glancing up at Jack from under pale lashes. "Been thinkin’ about it a lot since we talked last. Even if they take it in stride...how the hell does it not change things?"
His eyebrows lift, faint but clear. "How do they not start sayin’ shit like, well, you know that ain’t what I meant, or I can’t help what I think? or thinkin' that just because we can see it all spelled out in their minds that we're gonna agree or think the same." He shakes his head, the movement slow, heavy with cynicism he didn’t used to have. "Feels like every argument’d get twisted up before it even fuckin’ starts."
He sighs then, long and tired, his shoulders sinking under the weight of a truth he knows Jack understands. "From what I’ve seen...lies in a relationship can be a good thing. Sayin’ you ain’t mad when you are, or tellin’ someone somethin’ looks good when it don’t. Holdin’ shit back ‘cause it’ll hurt ‘em." Vesper shrugs faintly, the corner of his mouth twisting; not into a smile, but into a rueful understanding. He looks sideways at Jack then, the shared resignation unspoken between them. "We don’t get that." Not the soft sweet lies, not the white noise. Instead they got everyone's worst moods, their ugly thoughts, and shadows that stretched long and wounded in a way they could never show.
Jack talks, steady and unvarnished, offering the closest thing men like them might ever get to hope. But Vesper’s expression doesn’t shift toward belief; if anything, the lines around his eyes deepen with a familiar, bone-deep weariness. He rubs his thumb across his palm, the motion small and restless, like he’s trying to work loose a splinter that isn’t physically there. "Do you know that, though?" he asks quietly, glancing up at Jack from under pale lashes. "Been thinkin’ about it a lot since we talked last. Even if they take it in stride...how the hell does it not change things?"
His eyebrows lift, faint but clear. "How do they not start sayin’ shit like, well, you know that ain’t what I meant, or I can’t help what I think? or thinkin' that just because we can see it all spelled out in their minds that we're gonna agree or think the same." He shakes his head, the movement slow, heavy with cynicism he didn’t used to have. "Feels like every argument’d get twisted up before it even fuckin’ starts."
He sighs then, long and tired, his shoulders sinking under the weight of a truth he knows Jack understands. "From what I’ve seen...lies in a relationship can be a good thing. Sayin’ you ain’t mad when you are, or tellin’ someone somethin’ looks good when it don’t. Holdin’ shit back ‘cause it’ll hurt ‘em." Vesper shrugs faintly, the corner of his mouth twisting; not into a smile, but into a rueful understanding. He looks sideways at Jack then, the shared resignation unspoken between them. "We don’t get that." Not the soft sweet lies, not the white noise. Instead they got everyone's worst moods, their ugly thoughts, and shadows that stretched long and wounded in a way they could never show.
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.
