if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper’s mouth curves into a grin that could almost be called boyish if not for the tired sharpness behind it. He angles a look at Jack, letting that deadpan humour flow smooth as water over stone. "I ain’t lookin' for the trial-and-error approach to life if I can help it," he murmurs, smirk deepening. "You and me both know things get done cleaner when you’re in the mix. Girls’d run the place well enough, but with you? We’d be capable of a whole lot more." The compliment is real, even if he wraps it in dry wit to keep it from sounding sentimental.
Jack’s very reasonable objections earn him a raised brow and a slow, deliberate nod from Vesper, as if the Captain is being deeply dramatic, but also as if he makes a fair fuckin’ point. "Roots are all well and good," Vesper drawls, brushing his thumb over the rings at his fingers, "if you wanna spend immortality playin' the same role you’ve always had. King’s End looks good on you, sure, but you really plannin' to make that your forever?" A little jab, maybe, but an honest question too. Maybe Jack was content with the rolling green hills and haunted valleys.
As for the Greatwood, "Well...then maybe we carve out that whole portion of the woods." His tone folds into a wry little hum, as if that’s a perfectly reasonable solution. "Bet Safrin would do it happily." But his swagger fades almost as soon as it lands, with Vesper exhaling soft and long, shoulders dipping a little. "It was just an idea anyhow," he mutters. "Maybe not even a good one, considerin' the girls are puttin' down roots in King’s End too."
Something tightens through his expression; quiet, small, but unmistakable. Not grief exactly, but that hollowed-out ache that comes from realizing you’re the one walking away from the centre of your own life while everyone else stays behind.
Jack’s very reasonable objections earn him a raised brow and a slow, deliberate nod from Vesper, as if the Captain is being deeply dramatic, but also as if he makes a fair fuckin’ point. "Roots are all well and good," Vesper drawls, brushing his thumb over the rings at his fingers, "if you wanna spend immortality playin' the same role you’ve always had. King’s End looks good on you, sure, but you really plannin' to make that your forever?" A little jab, maybe, but an honest question too. Maybe Jack was content with the rolling green hills and haunted valleys.
As for the Greatwood, "Well...then maybe we carve out that whole portion of the woods." His tone folds into a wry little hum, as if that’s a perfectly reasonable solution. "Bet Safrin would do it happily." But his swagger fades almost as soon as it lands, with Vesper exhaling soft and long, shoulders dipping a little. "It was just an idea anyhow," he mutters. "Maybe not even a good one, considerin' the girls are puttin' down roots in King’s End too."
Something tightens through his expression; quiet, small, but unmistakable. Not grief exactly, but that hollowed-out ache that comes from realizing you’re the one walking away from the centre of your own life while everyone else stays behind.
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.
