if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper doesn’t so much as flinch when the ice cube hits him square in the chest, though there’s more than enough time for him to have done something about it—shield, shadow, anything at all—but instead takes it like some sort of badge of honour. The smirk that follows is slow and satisfied, blue eyes catching the low light with a spark of amusement as he adjusts slightly to let the ice cube slide onto the ground.
At the thought of the timing, his brow lifts, consideration flickering through before it settles into something easier, a quiet huff of laughter slipping out. "Y'know," he admits, tilting his head slightly, "I bet you’re right." His shoulder lifts in a loose shrug. "She ain’t one to let anyone steal the spotlight."
The mention of Nova’s treehouse ambitions earns a brief, theatrical wince, though there’s a thread of something more genuine tucked beneath it, something almost guilty as it passes through him. His gaze dips, then flicks back up, sharpening just slightly. "Hey," he says, as if the thought’s just occurred to him, "you don’t have any illusion magic now, do you? Last thing I need before I turn in a quest to Mom for Nova is to fight somethin’ that ain’t what it seems." Maybe finishing off Nova’s gift would smooth over whatever frustration she felt at him for changing up his plans again.
Vesper draws in a slow breath through his teeth after that, letting it sit for a second as he studies Jack. "So the Ark..." he begins, tone easing into something more measured, more careful, "she feels and hears everythin’ that goes on aboard her?" His gaze narrows just slightly, not suspicious so much as weighing, calculating where the boundaries might lie, because if that’s the case, it isn’t a small thing to consider. Not for a telepath who quite enjoys his privacy.
At the thought of the timing, his brow lifts, consideration flickering through before it settles into something easier, a quiet huff of laughter slipping out. "Y'know," he admits, tilting his head slightly, "I bet you’re right." His shoulder lifts in a loose shrug. "She ain’t one to let anyone steal the spotlight."
The mention of Nova’s treehouse ambitions earns a brief, theatrical wince, though there’s a thread of something more genuine tucked beneath it, something almost guilty as it passes through him. His gaze dips, then flicks back up, sharpening just slightly. "Hey," he says, as if the thought’s just occurred to him, "you don’t have any illusion magic now, do you? Last thing I need before I turn in a quest to Mom for Nova is to fight somethin’ that ain’t what it seems." Maybe finishing off Nova’s gift would smooth over whatever frustration she felt at him for changing up his plans again.
Vesper draws in a slow breath through his teeth after that, letting it sit for a second as he studies Jack. "So the Ark..." he begins, tone easing into something more measured, more careful, "she feels and hears everythin’ that goes on aboard her?" His gaze narrows just slightly, not suspicious so much as weighing, calculating where the boundaries might lie, because if that’s the case, it isn’t a small thing to consider. Not for a telepath who quite enjoys his privacy.
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.
