if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper’s response comes without hesitation, a quiet shake of his head that sends a loose breath through his nose. "That ain’t true," he says simply, no flourish to it, no attempt to dress the sentiment up into something safer. It is rare enough between them that he lets it stand as-is, unarmoured, before the river’s damp air can soften it into something else.
Jack’s explanation lands heavier than the humidity ever could. A quest. Rae. The Ark. Vesper stills, the easy rhythm of his movement faltering just enough to give him away, brows lifting sharp and unmistakable as the words slot themselves together. Of all the improbable, reckless, deeply Jack possibilities, this is not the one he would have wagered on. The river rushes on beside them, memory mud gleaming darkly at its edges, and Vesper turns that over too, the idea of it bleeding forward into something with breath and will.
He considers Jack sideways then, careful with the moment, the way one is when stepping near something that might wake if handled poorly. "Huh," he murmurs, surprise settling into something more deliberate as his shoulders ease back into place. "What d’you expect the Ark’ll be like?" AKA would it just be a hole for Jack to fill when he needed it, or was it to fill a suspiciously blonde shaped hole in Jack.
Jack’s explanation lands heavier than the humidity ever could. A quest. Rae. The Ark. Vesper stills, the easy rhythm of his movement faltering just enough to give him away, brows lifting sharp and unmistakable as the words slot themselves together. Of all the improbable, reckless, deeply Jack possibilities, this is not the one he would have wagered on. The river rushes on beside them, memory mud gleaming darkly at its edges, and Vesper turns that over too, the idea of it bleeding forward into something with breath and will.
He considers Jack sideways then, careful with the moment, the way one is when stepping near something that might wake if handled poorly. "Huh," he murmurs, surprise settling into something more deliberate as his shoulders ease back into place. "What d’you expect the Ark’ll be like?" AKA would it just be a hole for Jack to fill when he needed it, or was it to fill a suspiciously blonde shaped hole in Jack.
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.
