if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper’s mouth tilts at that, something wry and just this side of amused as his brows lift a fraction. "Oh, lucky you," he drawls, easy and dry. "Guess maybe she likes you." And as if the thought itself invites it, he turns his head at the same moment as Jack, both of them glancing out into the night like they might catch the sky mid-tantrum, the gesture near-identical.
At the mention of Nova and Caly something in him shifts—not softer, not exactly, but more considered—as he leans back slightly, rolling the thought over before giving a small, acknowledging nod. He’ll find them, eventually, or they'll find him. That they’re already looking earns only a loose shrug, his attention dipping briefly to the glass in his hand as he tilts it, watching the liquor catch the low light. "I bet they find somethin' just as interestin' out there just the same."
"Cheers,," Vesper smirks, and the word comes back dressed in a faintly crooked smile that doesn’t quite bother hiding the sarcasm threaded through it, his glass lifting in a small, deliberate salute. He drinks without elaborating, letting the silence sit before a quiet breath leaves him, something like a sigh but not quite heavy enough to call it that. "Hopefully Nova ain’t out pickin' wallpaper or anythin' yet," he adds, almost offhand, though there’s a sharper edge tucked beneath it now. "I ain’t so sure rulin' the Greatwood’s the best play anymore. The people here...the ones who ain't fae, they're all sorts of cowardly hero types."
At the mention of Nova and Caly something in him shifts—not softer, not exactly, but more considered—as he leans back slightly, rolling the thought over before giving a small, acknowledging nod. He’ll find them, eventually, or they'll find him. That they’re already looking earns only a loose shrug, his attention dipping briefly to the glass in his hand as he tilts it, watching the liquor catch the low light. "I bet they find somethin' just as interestin' out there just the same."
"Cheers,," Vesper smirks, and the word comes back dressed in a faintly crooked smile that doesn’t quite bother hiding the sarcasm threaded through it, his glass lifting in a small, deliberate salute. He drinks without elaborating, letting the silence sit before a quiet breath leaves him, something like a sigh but not quite heavy enough to call it that. "Hopefully Nova ain’t out pickin' wallpaper or anythin' yet," he adds, almost offhand, though there’s a sharper edge tucked beneath it now. "I ain’t so sure rulin' the Greatwood’s the best play anymore. The people here...the ones who ain't fae, they're all sorts of cowardly hero types."
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.
