VESPER
Vesper lifts his pale eyes to Jack and gives him a flat, unimpressed stare that belongs more to theatre than offence, holding it just long enough for the point to land before a rough little laugh slips out of him despite himself. "Yeah," he says, the edge of amusement still tucked at one corner of his mouth. "Somethin’ like that."
He shifts his weight, good shoulder rising in a small shrug while the other stays carefully out of the matter. "Found some snakeskin up in the desert a while ago, and I’ve been workin’ on havin’ it made into armour for Nova." There’s no softness laid over the name, but the care is there all the same. "Figured she could use it over Caly." Which is not, strictly speaking, an insult to Nova. It is merely an honest assessment of which of his sisters is more likely to find trouble and then make eye contact with it until it becomes personal.
At Jack’s offer, Vesper nods and slips both hands into his pockets as he steps away from the fire. "And then some," he agrees, as his gaze cuts briefly across the Castaway Exchange, taking in the stalls, the hungry looks, the thoughts that turn a little too brightly around the bag at Jack’s feet, before he glances back to his father. "Anythin' new on your end?"
He shifts his weight, good shoulder rising in a small shrug while the other stays carefully out of the matter. "Found some snakeskin up in the desert a while ago, and I’ve been workin’ on havin’ it made into armour for Nova." There’s no softness laid over the name, but the care is there all the same. "Figured she could use it over Caly." Which is not, strictly speaking, an insult to Nova. It is merely an honest assessment of which of his sisters is more likely to find trouble and then make eye contact with it until it becomes personal.
At Jack’s offer, Vesper nods and slips both hands into his pockets as he steps away from the fire. "And then some," he agrees, as his gaze cuts briefly across the Castaway Exchange, taking in the stalls, the hungry looks, the thoughts that turn a little too brightly around the bag at Jack’s feet, before he glances back to his father. "Anythin' new on your end?"
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.
