if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper’s eyes flick up at that, the look he gives Jack carrying just enough dry disbelief to suggest he’s already a member of more exclusive clubs than anyone one man has a right to be. The corner of his mouth lifts instead, brief and knowing, before a quiet snort follows on the heels of Jack’s remark about his sisters, his head dipping in a small nod of agreement. "Yeah," he murmurs, amusement threading through it now, "that sounds about right."
Vesper leans back into his chair, settling in a way that looks easy but isn’t entirely, because without the usual undercurrent of thought to lean on, there’s a different kind of attention required here; subtler, sharper, something he doesn’t often need to reach for. One hand rolls his glass idly against the table as his gaze drifts, narrowing faintly as he glances out across the Bodega before giving a slight shake of his head. "I think I could’ve gotten past it if there was somethin’ worthwhile here..." he trails, letting the words thin out as his attention flicks back, expression flattening just enough. "But it’s just a lot of fuckin' trees." Trees that tried to kill you, trees that made the fucking sky scream.
His brows lift a fraction at the admission that Jack has feelings one way or another about him staying, and the timing works in his favour when he takes another sip just as the name lands. It hides the brief twitch at the corner of his mouth, the almost-reaction that doesn’t quite make it to the surface, and by the time the glass lowers again his expression has settled back into something more neutral, save for the faint edge that lingers there. He clears his throat lightly, setting the drink down with a soft tap. "Now I ain’t sayin’ you’re full of shit," he begins, one brow lifting as his tone drifts into something mildly skeptical, "but I find it hard to believe she’d pack up and leave."
Vesper leans back into his chair, settling in a way that looks easy but isn’t entirely, because without the usual undercurrent of thought to lean on, there’s a different kind of attention required here; subtler, sharper, something he doesn’t often need to reach for. One hand rolls his glass idly against the table as his gaze drifts, narrowing faintly as he glances out across the Bodega before giving a slight shake of his head. "I think I could’ve gotten past it if there was somethin’ worthwhile here..." he trails, letting the words thin out as his attention flicks back, expression flattening just enough. "But it’s just a lot of fuckin' trees." Trees that tried to kill you, trees that made the fucking sky scream.
His brows lift a fraction at the admission that Jack has feelings one way or another about him staying, and the timing works in his favour when he takes another sip just as the name lands. It hides the brief twitch at the corner of his mouth, the almost-reaction that doesn’t quite make it to the surface, and by the time the glass lowers again his expression has settled back into something more neutral, save for the faint edge that lingers there. He clears his throat lightly, setting the drink down with a soft tap. "Now I ain’t sayin’ you’re full of shit," he begins, one brow lifting as his tone drifts into something mildly skeptical, "but I find it hard to believe she’d pack up and leave."
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.
