VESPER
The grin on Vesper’s face shifts by degrees into something that mirrors Jack’s with an accuracy too neat to be anything other than genetic. When the bite of Deepfrost eases around them, held off by the quiet reach of Jack’s magic, his shoulders settle despite the bandage beneath his coat and the raw insistence of the wound under it. He doesn't make much effort to disguise the stiffness; there would be little point even if Jack weren't a telepath given how observant the Captain always had been, and so Vesper shrugs with his good shoulder instead, careful enough that the gesture stays small. "Ran into a molten tiger as a welcomin’ party," he says, voice dry and even.
Being bitten half-open by something large and hungry is not, in itself, worth making into a story. That is the sort of consequence that attaches itself to Jack’s work sooner or later, and Vesper has no particular interest in dressing it up as a grievance. It is the rest of what followed him back out of the Oerwoud that leaves his gaze narrowing slightly toward the fire, pale eyes catching where the flames move through the barrel’s rusted seams. "Heard some weird stories while I was passin’ through, though," he adds after a moment, quieter now, not quite casual enough to be mistaken for idle talk. "Folks fallin’ asleep outta nowhere. Weird critters that ain’t been seen before." His fingers shift once at his side, silver rings glinting briefly before his hand stills again.
"Maybe it's just ordinary jungle bullshit, but.." He shrugs with his good shoulder.
Being bitten half-open by something large and hungry is not, in itself, worth making into a story. That is the sort of consequence that attaches itself to Jack’s work sooner or later, and Vesper has no particular interest in dressing it up as a grievance. It is the rest of what followed him back out of the Oerwoud that leaves his gaze narrowing slightly toward the fire, pale eyes catching where the flames move through the barrel’s rusted seams. "Heard some weird stories while I was passin’ through, though," he adds after a moment, quieter now, not quite casual enough to be mistaken for idle talk. "Folks fallin’ asleep outta nowhere. Weird critters that ain’t been seen before." His fingers shift once at his side, silver rings glinting briefly before his hand stills again.
"Maybe it's just ordinary jungle bullshit, but.." He shrugs with his good shoulder.
And it's all my fault that I'm still the one you want
So what are you after? Some kind of disaster?
So what are you after? Some kind of disaster?
☆ 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.
