if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper listens, though part of him has already slipped a step ahead, curiosity brushing sharp and bright against the edges of his thoughts at what the Ark's mind might feel like, before a brief flicker of consideration has him wondering if she had her own mental shields, or if Jack had put some in place on her behalf. Either way, he'd find out soon.
The image that follows, though—of Jack and the Ark in Torchline when the stars twinkled out Flora's little message—draws a reaction out of him before he can quite smooth it away. His nose wrinkles faintly, something almost boyish in the expression as his eyes roll, a quiet huff of amusement escaping him as he cuts a glance across the table. "Just think," he says, dry as ever, "could’ve been your name up there." It lands like a near miss rather than a compliment, the ghost of a grin tugging at his mouth as if Jack’s narrowly avoided something catastrophic.
He tips his head from side to side, weighing the idea of moving back with a casualness that doesn’t quite hide the way he’s already halfway decided, and by the time the next round arrives his fingers are already curling around the glass, lifting it just enough to watch the dark liquor shift and catch the low light. "That’s true," he allows, the corner of his mouth twitching, "but I reckon Nova’ll line my throat with glitter if I tell her I’m movin’ somewhere new again without the whole family."
He takes a sip, letting it sit for a second before swallowing, then glances back up at Jack with something settled behind his eyes now. "Well," he says, lifting the glass slightly in a loose, confirming tilt, "count me in next time you go."
The image that follows, though—of Jack and the Ark in Torchline when the stars twinkled out Flora's little message—draws a reaction out of him before he can quite smooth it away. His nose wrinkles faintly, something almost boyish in the expression as his eyes roll, a quiet huff of amusement escaping him as he cuts a glance across the table. "Just think," he says, dry as ever, "could’ve been your name up there." It lands like a near miss rather than a compliment, the ghost of a grin tugging at his mouth as if Jack’s narrowly avoided something catastrophic.
He tips his head from side to side, weighing the idea of moving back with a casualness that doesn’t quite hide the way he’s already halfway decided, and by the time the next round arrives his fingers are already curling around the glass, lifting it just enough to watch the dark liquor shift and catch the low light. "That’s true," he allows, the corner of his mouth twitching, "but I reckon Nova’ll line my throat with glitter if I tell her I’m movin’ somewhere new again without the whole family."
He takes a sip, letting it sit for a second before swallowing, then glances back up at Jack with something settled behind his eyes now. "Well," he says, lifting the glass slightly in a loose, confirming tilt, "count me in next time you go."
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.
