if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper huffs a quiet laugh at that, the sound brief and knowing, and dips his head in agreement without bothering to dress the understanding up in words. Some things do not need spelling out, least of all between people who are used to reading the negative space around a sentence.
When the talk turns back toward Flora, Vesper does little more than shrug, shoulders rolling with easy acceptance. He too has kept his distance from all things Torchline, and he trusts Jack’s instincts here without feeling the need to test them. Loose lips sink ships, after all, and if there were real danger of that hull being breached, he has no doubt Jack would already be shoring it up with teeth and nails; especially now, with the Ark on the cusp of becoming something that could walk away on her own.
He drags the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping away a bead of sweat, then settles more fully into the tree’s shade, eyes drifting out over the river as if the question has been waiting there for him. When he speaks again, it is quieter, less barbed, curiosity threading through the dry cadence. "What d’you think it’d be like," he asks, not quite looking at Jack as he does, "if everyone knew?" A pause, thoughtful, the words weighing themselves as they leave him. "Obviously it'd change shit but...y'think it'd be unmanageable?"
When the talk turns back toward Flora, Vesper does little more than shrug, shoulders rolling with easy acceptance. He too has kept his distance from all things Torchline, and he trusts Jack’s instincts here without feeling the need to test them. Loose lips sink ships, after all, and if there were real danger of that hull being breached, he has no doubt Jack would already be shoring it up with teeth and nails; especially now, with the Ark on the cusp of becoming something that could walk away on her own.
He drags the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping away a bead of sweat, then settles more fully into the tree’s shade, eyes drifting out over the river as if the question has been waiting there for him. When he speaks again, it is quieter, less barbed, curiosity threading through the dry cadence. "What d’you think it’d be like," he asks, not quite looking at Jack as he does, "if everyone knew?" A pause, thoughtful, the words weighing themselves as they leave him. "Obviously it'd change shit but...y'think it'd be unmanageable?"
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.
