JACK
Shame we can only read minds and not the future. Jack's mental voice cuts smoothly through the tangle of indecision and questions that tie knots in Vesper's already muddled thoughts, his lips twitching into a quick smile that he covers by shooting back the rest of his drink, setting the empty glass aside. "We had quite a similar conversation to this 'bout a year ago, if you remember. Just after you did what you did to end shit with Colt."
He doesn't say it to brandish it in Vesper's face, to tread the same ground like a weapon; on the contrary, in fact. "It's been seasons since then an' you ain't done much movin' on," he points out. "So however it ended up for me, maybe shit's meant to be different for you."
Either maybe Vesper isn't interested in moving on, or he just isn't as finished with Colt as he keeps trying to be. "I reckon it is, actually," he says suddenly, raising a hand for another round whether or not the demigod is finished with his first drink. Meant to be different, I mean. Your mother's a goddess, for a start, and your sisters know what you can do. And it goes without saying, too, that Jack did not have a more experienced telepath to rely upon when he was trying to figure out the dos and don'ts of his magic in relation to other people.
"Guess what I'm tryin' to say that if it goes tits up - with Colt or with anyone else - it ain't gonna break what you already got goin' for you." He shrugs.
He doesn't say it to brandish it in Vesper's face, to tread the same ground like a weapon; on the contrary, in fact. "It's been seasons since then an' you ain't done much movin' on," he points out. "So however it ended up for me, maybe shit's meant to be different for you."
Either maybe Vesper isn't interested in moving on, or he just isn't as finished with Colt as he keeps trying to be. "I reckon it is, actually," he says suddenly, raising a hand for another round whether or not the demigod is finished with his first drink. Meant to be different, I mean. Your mother's a goddess, for a start, and your sisters know what you can do. And it goes without saying, too, that Jack did not have a more experienced telepath to rely upon when he was trying to figure out the dos and don'ts of his magic in relation to other people.
"Guess what I'm tryin' to say that if it goes tits up - with Colt or with anyone else - it ain't gonna break what you already got goin' for you." He shrugs.
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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