if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper answers the smirk with one of his own, brief and crooked, offering it back without comment as though that alone is enough acknowledgement between them.
He drifts toward the shade of a nearby tree, shoulder settling against the bark where the air is marginally kinder, arms folding loosely as the river keeps up its low, insistent song beside them. The description draws a quiet lift of his brow. "Sounds like a handful," he says mildly, the words light but not dismissive, and then he lets the rest of it land without interruption. Jack does not open himself up like this often, but Vesper does not mistake that for an invitation to pry.
His gaze slides to the water instead, watching the current slip around stones and roots alike, thoughts moving at a similar, unhurried pace. When he speaks again, it is slower, the idea still being tested even as he gives it shape. "So," he begins, then falters just long enough to recalibrate, chin dipping as he nods to himself. "The ship’s gonna be..." Another pause, a thoughtful frown tugging faintly at his mouth before he finds the closest fit. "Someone you're able to count on?" he says at last, eyes lifting back to Jack, "both on the water and off of it?" Certainly the Ark was that on the ocean and in the skies as well, why shouldn't she be able to step onto land? Still, the demigod will raise his brows because planted by his mother or not, it was still a tall order. "An' you think makin' her into a person would be.." easier? better? more fulfilling? "..worth it over just gettin' Flora back?"
He drifts toward the shade of a nearby tree, shoulder settling against the bark where the air is marginally kinder, arms folding loosely as the river keeps up its low, insistent song beside them. The description draws a quiet lift of his brow. "Sounds like a handful," he says mildly, the words light but not dismissive, and then he lets the rest of it land without interruption. Jack does not open himself up like this often, but Vesper does not mistake that for an invitation to pry.
His gaze slides to the water instead, watching the current slip around stones and roots alike, thoughts moving at a similar, unhurried pace. When he speaks again, it is slower, the idea still being tested even as he gives it shape. "So," he begins, then falters just long enough to recalibrate, chin dipping as he nods to himself. "The ship’s gonna be..." Another pause, a thoughtful frown tugging faintly at his mouth before he finds the closest fit. "Someone you're able to count on?" he says at last, eyes lifting back to Jack, "both on the water and off of it?" Certainly the Ark was that on the ocean and in the skies as well, why shouldn't she be able to step onto land? Still, the demigod will raise his brows because planted by his mother or not, it was still a tall order. "An' you think makin' her into a person would be.." easier? better? more fulfilling? "..worth it over just gettin' Flora back?"
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.
