VESPER
Vesper’s gaze shifts at the clarification, the tension in his shoulders easing by a degree that is noticeable only because he allows it to happen. "Colt channelled me," he says, the words landing with a muted weight, before a beat of silence sharpens into something more brittle. "Again." His jaw tightens, teeth catching the inside of his cheek as though to hold something back that would be a little too close to vulnerable. A snarl threatens, contained with effort rather than ease, and he exhales through his nose before shaking his head. "This time she didn’t even seem to do it on purpose," he adds, tone flattened by restraint. "I can’t decide if that makes it better or worse."
The woods shift around them, paths reconsidering themselves with quiet interest, and Vesper lets the implication hang there without naming it, that distance alone hmight not be the whole solution, that some wounds might just refuse to cauterise even if you stopped touchin' em. His shoulders lift and fall in a restrained sigh, resignation threaded through with something sharper.
At Jack’s suggestion, he glances down at the signpost again, then lifts one hand where his shadows pool obediently, dense and controlled. He arches a brow, mouth curving into a smirk. "Gee," he drawls lightly, turning that look sideways toward the Captain, "if only the woods could bring me someone with fire magic to burn it straight to hell." He raises his brows with a grin while the memory mud continues its slow, determined climb, stubborn as regret and twice as persistent. "Oh wait.."
The woods shift around them, paths reconsidering themselves with quiet interest, and Vesper lets the implication hang there without naming it, that distance alone hmight not be the whole solution, that some wounds might just refuse to cauterise even if you stopped touchin' em. His shoulders lift and fall in a restrained sigh, resignation threaded through with something sharper.
At Jack’s suggestion, he glances down at the signpost again, then lifts one hand where his shadows pool obediently, dense and controlled. He arches a brow, mouth curving into a smirk. "Gee," he drawls lightly, turning that look sideways toward the Captain, "if only the woods could bring me someone with fire magic to burn it straight to hell." He raises his brows with a grin while the memory mud continues its slow, determined climb, stubborn as regret and twice as persistent. "Oh wait.."
And it's all my fault that I'm still the one you want
So what are you after? Some kind of disaster?
So what are you after? Some kind of disaster?
☆ 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.
