VESPER
Vesper’s eyebrow lifts, exasperation cutting cleanly through the careful arrangement of his face before he exhales a huff and lets his gaze drop to the whiskey between his fingers. Dropping his shields a measured fraction that Jack might be able to catch the proper shape of his thoughts rather than just the texture of them, he sighs. How could there not be, when I couldn’t ever tell her the real reason it wasn’t ever gonna work? The thought comes through with more shape than sound, edged in the private bitterness of a truth that’s had too long to sharpen itself. When I couldn’t tell her why I ended shit the way I did?
He shakes his head, indecision flickering through the motion before he buries it beneath a shrug that doesn’t quite convince either of them. "It ain’t like I actually don’t give a shit about her," he says aloud, the words rougher for being plain, "even if that’s the impression I left. So if I start showin’ up on errands from you, imagine what that’ll sound like." He drinks again, letting the whiskey do what composure can’t without looking like it’s trying too hard. Colt would hold her tongue if she saw him, probably. She had pride enough for silence and teeth enough to make it convincing, but thoughts were another matter, and gods, Vesper knows better than most that she’d still have a stampede of them, sharp-hooved and furious, whether she let a single word loose or not.
As for channelling, his head gives another uncertain shake, slower this time. "Well," he says, eyes fixed briefly on the frost at the edge of his glass, "guess it ain’t like I’m the only demigod she could call on if she needed help." His expression sours before he can stop it, mouth tightening into something close to a sneer as the thought turns traitor beneath his skin. She had the likes of Sunjata to help with her tasks, help with the things beneath her sheets and whatever else she'd once called on him for. He has no right to resent it, which does absolutely nothing to keep the resentment from moving through him anyway, quick and ugly and jealous as a knife slipped between ribs. "Maybe that's why she ain't called." Which, if it was the case, also meant that his pining and his bullshit was so much piss in the breeze, anyway.
He shakes his head, indecision flickering through the motion before he buries it beneath a shrug that doesn’t quite convince either of them. "It ain’t like I actually don’t give a shit about her," he says aloud, the words rougher for being plain, "even if that’s the impression I left. So if I start showin’ up on errands from you, imagine what that’ll sound like." He drinks again, letting the whiskey do what composure can’t without looking like it’s trying too hard. Colt would hold her tongue if she saw him, probably. She had pride enough for silence and teeth enough to make it convincing, but thoughts were another matter, and gods, Vesper knows better than most that she’d still have a stampede of them, sharp-hooved and furious, whether she let a single word loose or not.
As for channelling, his head gives another uncertain shake, slower this time. "Well," he says, eyes fixed briefly on the frost at the edge of his glass, "guess it ain’t like I’m the only demigod she could call on if she needed help." His expression sours before he can stop it, mouth tightening into something close to a sneer as the thought turns traitor beneath his skin. She had the likes of Sunjata to help with her tasks, help with the things beneath her sheets and whatever else she'd once called on him for. He has no right to resent it, which does absolutely nothing to keep the resentment from moving through him anyway, quick and ugly and jealous as a knife slipped between ribs. "Maybe that's why she ain't called." Which, if it was the case, also meant that his pining and his bullshit was so much piss in the breeze, anyway.
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.
