if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
The tavern hums the way it always does, a low current of passing thought and idle want threading through the space without ever quite settling, and under normal circumstances Vesper might have let himself sink into it, might have let the rhythm of it smooth the sharper edges of his mood into something more tolerable. Instead, irritation clings stubbornly, dragged along behind him like something hooked too deep to shake loose, all of it circling back to Niki and the quiet, methodical way he’d begun packing his things. With nothing worth drinking in the necromancer's home, Vesper had slipped out, ignorant of the fact his family were moored nearby, if only because he hadn't told any of them where he'd been staying.
The demigod orders without looking around, having not sensed Jack immediately given his shield, before the minds of those closest to the Captain draw Vesper's attention sideways as their thoughts orbit the man drinking alone, their curiosity and recognition giving shape to something Vesper would otherwise not have been able to touch.
Collecting his drink, he approaches without hesitation, though there’s no particular urgency to it either, only that same unhurried confidence that seems to shape most of what he does, slipping into the seat opposite as though the space had been waiting for him all along. One hand idly adjsuts the ring at his finger while the other lifts his glass in a gesture that borders on casual and lands somewhere nearer to deliberate. "Lemme guess," he drawls, the faintest edge of amusement curling through his tone despite the residual irritation still threading beneath it, "you’re here to ask the Mathair to quit with the screamin’ rain like everyone else?"
The demigod orders without looking around, having not sensed Jack immediately given his shield, before the minds of those closest to the Captain draw Vesper's attention sideways as their thoughts orbit the man drinking alone, their curiosity and recognition giving shape to something Vesper would otherwise not have been able to touch.
Collecting his drink, he approaches without hesitation, though there’s no particular urgency to it either, only that same unhurried confidence that seems to shape most of what he does, slipping into the seat opposite as though the space had been waiting for him all along. One hand idly adjsuts the ring at his finger while the other lifts his glass in a gesture that borders on casual and lands somewhere nearer to deliberate. "Lemme guess," he drawls, the faintest edge of amusement curling through his tone despite the residual irritation still threading beneath it, "you’re here to ask the Mathair to quit with the screamin’ rain like everyone else?"
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.
