VESPER
Vesper isn’t nearly so good as Jack was at looking elsewhere while the real conversation happens underneath. His attention drops to the table almost at once, a small sound leaving him through his nose as his head tilts. It bein’ a terrible idea don’t make it any less unsaid between us, he sends back, the thought quieter than the words would’ve been aloud and no cleaner for it. There’s no argument in him that telling Colt would fix anything, no convenient belief that honesty would have made a better ending out of what had always been doomed to tear somewhere. The reasons haven’t changed. Her reaction, if she knew the truth of it, would be catastrophic in exactly the ways he’d counted on when he’d kept it from her. None of that makes the words any lighter where they sit, still heavy across his back, still waiting for a mouth he has no intention of giving them.
When he lifts his eyes again, the look he gives Jack is sharp enough to be unfair and informed enough that it knows it. "Right," he says, voice low, the drawl dragging rough over the edge of it. " 'Cause that’s so fuckin’ easy to do?" His eyebrow rises with the question, and though he doesn’t put the rest into words, it isn’t subtle. Not with Jack sitting across from him, not with the long shadow of the Captain's own wreckage behind him, not when moving on has never looked simple from either side of the bloodline.
Vesper lets the barb hang there for less than a breath before the edge of it catches up with him. His mouth tightens, and an apologetic sigh leaves him as he reaches for his glass again, taking another hard swallow of whiskey and hissing softly around the burn as it goes down.
When he lifts his eyes again, the look he gives Jack is sharp enough to be unfair and informed enough that it knows it. "Right," he says, voice low, the drawl dragging rough over the edge of it. " 'Cause that’s so fuckin’ easy to do?" His eyebrow rises with the question, and though he doesn’t put the rest into words, it isn’t subtle. Not with Jack sitting across from him, not with the long shadow of the Captain's own wreckage behind him, not when moving on has never looked simple from either side of the bloodline.
Vesper lets the barb hang there for less than a breath before the edge of it catches up with him. His mouth tightens, and an apologetic sigh leaves him as he reaches for his glass again, taking another hard swallow of whiskey and hissing softly around the burn as it goes down.
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.
