if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
A dry laugh slips out of Vesper before he can stop it, lighter than most things he carries, edged with something almost boyish as he glances sideways at his father. "Nah," he says, the smirk coming easy now. "First thing she’d do with legs is march right up to Bassian and tell him to stop stompin’ all over her with his big, stupid feet." The image amuses him enough that it lingers for a second, a rare warmth threading through the humour before it fades again.
When Jack says there’s no getting Flora back, Vesper only lifts his brows and shrugs, an acknowledgement rather than an argument. He remembers the firestorm well enough. The way Jack’s mind had burned when the curtain was pulled back, all fury and bitterness and pain layered so thick it had been hard to see anything else beneath the smoke of it. Hearing him now, calmer but no less certain, it sounds like the embers of anger are all that’s left after the worst of it has scorched itself out.
He nods once, slow, gaze drifting back to the river as though checking its depth while he chooses his next words. Then his eyes cut back to Jack, pale and assessing, tone turning casually dark in the way it does when he’s half-serious and fully honest. "You ever think about takin’ out some insurance on her?" he asks, as if he’s talking about cargo or tides. Another shrug rolls through his shoulders. "Y’know. Just to make sure she keeps her mouth shut about certain things now that you two’re done?"
When Jack says there’s no getting Flora back, Vesper only lifts his brows and shrugs, an acknowledgement rather than an argument. He remembers the firestorm well enough. The way Jack’s mind had burned when the curtain was pulled back, all fury and bitterness and pain layered so thick it had been hard to see anything else beneath the smoke of it. Hearing him now, calmer but no less certain, it sounds like the embers of anger are all that’s left after the worst of it has scorched itself out.
He nods once, slow, gaze drifting back to the river as though checking its depth while he chooses his next words. Then his eyes cut back to Jack, pale and assessing, tone turning casually dark in the way it does when he’s half-serious and fully honest. "You ever think about takin’ out some insurance on her?" he asks, as if he’s talking about cargo or tides. Another shrug rolls through his shoulders. "Y’know. Just to make sure she keeps her mouth shut about certain things now that you two’re done?"
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.
