if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper lets out a sharp exhale through his teeth, the sound halfway between a scoff and a laugh that never quite arrives. His head rolls back against the bulkhead again, eyes narrowing with a dry, incredulous bite. "Oh sure," he drawls, smooth and razor-edged, "totally fair to just have a warnin’ light go off that somethin’ ain’t true, without any context about why. Real balanced arrangement you had there."
He snorts when Jack tries to hide behind bravado, the sound low and dry as driftwood rubbed together. He doesn’t need telepathy or rings or anything else to know Jack doesn’t believe a damned word of his own swagger. Still, Vesper gives him the dignity of the lie by not poking at it. Instead, his gaze drifts sideways, sharpening with something considering, almost conspiratorial. "So," he says, tone deceptively casual, "would you have any interest in takin’ over a region?"
He raises one pale brow, the ring of starlight freckles catching faintly in the lantern glow. "Ain’t like there’s no water in the Greatwood," he adds, voice lilting in a lazy, speculative hum. s[ay]"And maybe...I dunno." He shrugs, though there’s intent behind it; weight, thought, the thread of an idea forming. "Maybe it’d be nice to make our own rules somewhere for once."
He snorts when Jack tries to hide behind bravado, the sound low and dry as driftwood rubbed together. He doesn’t need telepathy or rings or anything else to know Jack doesn’t believe a damned word of his own swagger. Still, Vesper gives him the dignity of the lie by not poking at it. Instead, his gaze drifts sideways, sharpening with something considering, almost conspiratorial. "So," he says, tone deceptively casual, "would you have any interest in takin’ over a region?"
He raises one pale brow, the ring of starlight freckles catching faintly in the lantern glow. "Ain’t like there’s no water in the Greatwood," he adds, voice lilting in a lazy, speculative hum. s[ay]"And maybe...I dunno." He shrugs, though there’s intent behind it; weight, thought, the thread of an idea forming. "Maybe it’d be nice to make our own rules somewhere for once."
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.
