if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper shrugs at the question of time like it’s nothing worth holding onto, even though he knows exactly how long it’s been, could trace it back in quiet, precise increments if he cared to. "Somethin’ like that," he says instead, letting it land loose and unbothered, as if the time hasn’t settled into him in ways he hasn’t quite sorted through yet and probably never will.
He listens, and for all that he tries to keep his expression level, there’s a tightening at the edges—subtle, but there—something in the way his eyes narrow just slightly, in the measured pace of the breath he lets out after. There’s too much there, too tangled and unfinished, and Vesper has no intention of unpacking it here, even if he isn't as skilled as the Captain is at properly measuring his reactions.
Instead, Vesper lifts his glass and drains what’s left in a single swallow, the burn sharp enough to cut through the noise crowding in his head, smoothing it just enough that he can set the empty back down without hesitation. "Well," he says, voice steadier now, though the edge hasn’t quite gone, "then I really hope Nova hasn’t picked out wallpaper." His gaze flicks up, meeting Jack’s with something more decided behind it now, something that’s been settling into place while he wasn’t looking too closely. Tilting his head slightly, he adds, "Y’got room for one more when you go back south?"
He listens, and for all that he tries to keep his expression level, there’s a tightening at the edges—subtle, but there—something in the way his eyes narrow just slightly, in the measured pace of the breath he lets out after. There’s too much there, too tangled and unfinished, and Vesper has no intention of unpacking it here, even if he isn't as skilled as the Captain is at properly measuring his reactions.
Instead, Vesper lifts his glass and drains what’s left in a single swallow, the burn sharp enough to cut through the noise crowding in his head, smoothing it just enough that he can set the empty back down without hesitation. "Well," he says, voice steadier now, though the edge hasn’t quite gone, "then I really hope Nova hasn’t picked out wallpaper." His gaze flicks up, meeting Jack’s with something more decided behind it now, something that’s been settling into place while he wasn’t looking too closely. Tilting his head slightly, he adds, "Y’got room for one more when you go back south?"
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.
