if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper huffs a quiet laugh at that, the sound low and easy as he gives a small, conceding shrug. "Yeah," he allows, like he can already picture Nova abandoning whatever grand plan she’s latched onto the moment something better comes along, which, in this case, might actually be him for once. He’s already drawing breath to comment on Jack making space for him, something dry and offhand poised at the edge of his tongue, when the Captain's mind opens and whatever he’d been about to say dissolves before it ever quite forms.
It comes through like a tide, vast and shifting, all salt and pull and something unmistakably alive in a way that makes the edges of his awareness blur for a moment as he takes it in. Vesper's gaze slips out of focus, fixed somewhere just past Jack’s shoulder, while he traces the shape of it, pointedly ignoring the more intimate threads that flicker at the edges of Jack's thoughts about the Ark, but the whole of it, the sheer scope of what Jack’s done.
Vesper straightens after a second, clearing his throat lightly as if to mark the boundary of it, as if to say that’s enough without needing to voice it aloud, one hand dragging back through his pale hair before he leans into the back of his chair again. There’s a flicker of something unreadable there—impressed, maybe, or jealous, or both—but it folds quickly. Tilting his head, a crooked, roguish edge slipping back into place, he glances at Jack with a faint glint of amusement. "Is she the type that likes flowers?" he asks, tone light in a way that skirts neatly around the weight of what he’s just been shown. The grin that follows is sharper and more boyish. "Reckon I got a few apologies owed for shit that went on in my cabin while I was aboard."
It comes through like a tide, vast and shifting, all salt and pull and something unmistakably alive in a way that makes the edges of his awareness blur for a moment as he takes it in. Vesper's gaze slips out of focus, fixed somewhere just past Jack’s shoulder, while he traces the shape of it, pointedly ignoring the more intimate threads that flicker at the edges of Jack's thoughts about the Ark, but the whole of it, the sheer scope of what Jack’s done.
Vesper straightens after a second, clearing his throat lightly as if to mark the boundary of it, as if to say that’s enough without needing to voice it aloud, one hand dragging back through his pale hair before he leans into the back of his chair again. There’s a flicker of something unreadable there—impressed, maybe, or jealous, or both—but it folds quickly. Tilting his head, a crooked, roguish edge slipping back into place, he glances at Jack with a faint glint of amusement. "Is she the type that likes flowers?" he asks, tone light in a way that skirts neatly around the weight of what he’s just been shown. The grin that follows is sharper and more boyish. "Reckon I got a few apologies owed for shit that went on in my cabin while I was aboard."
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.
