if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper snorts softly, the sound edged with easy disbelief as his brows lift. "Oh sure," he drawls, rolling the words like they barely deserve the effort, "you thought you and the Ark’d sail real subtle into Torchline and no one’d bat an eye?"
At the mention of clamics, he tilts his head slightly, considering, before a crooked half-smile pulls at his mouth. "Sounds lovely," he murmurs, tone dry enough to make it clear he means exactly the opposite.Sadly it needs to be a training thread, oh well.
But it’s the shift back to the Ark that really focuses Vesper's interest; not in anything obvious, not in a way he’d bother to comment on, but in the quieter spaces between words. He’s seen Jack with Flora—seen the edges of that, the tension, the way things had splintered when it all came undone—and this..this is something else entirely. He can hear it in the confidence threaded so casually through Jack’s voice, in the easy way he invites Vesper to meet her like there’s nothing there to second-guess, in the quiet certainty that she’ll hold her own without needing to be managed or softened. There’s a steadiness to him now, an ease Vesper doesn’t think he’s ever quite seen before, or maybe it’s just the contrast; the memory of how sharp and fractured things had been before set against this calmer current. Either way, he marks it, lets it settle somewhere behind his eyes without picking at it too closely.
He lifts a shoulder in a small, conceding shrug, fingers tapping once lightly against his glass before stilling. "Guess there’ll be plenty of time for that on the trip back south."
At the mention of clamics, he tilts his head slightly, considering, before a crooked half-smile pulls at his mouth. "Sounds lovely," he murmurs, tone dry enough to make it clear he means exactly the opposite.
But it’s the shift back to the Ark that really focuses Vesper's interest; not in anything obvious, not in a way he’d bother to comment on, but in the quieter spaces between words. He’s seen Jack with Flora—seen the edges of that, the tension, the way things had splintered when it all came undone—and this..this is something else entirely. He can hear it in the confidence threaded so casually through Jack’s voice, in the easy way he invites Vesper to meet her like there’s nothing there to second-guess, in the quiet certainty that she’ll hold her own without needing to be managed or softened. There’s a steadiness to him now, an ease Vesper doesn’t think he’s ever quite seen before, or maybe it’s just the contrast; the memory of how sharp and fractured things had been before set against this calmer current. Either way, he marks it, lets it settle somewhere behind his eyes without picking at it too closely.
He lifts a shoulder in a small, conceding shrug, fingers tapping once lightly against his glass before stilling. "Guess there’ll be plenty of time for that on the trip 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.
