grisha · metalshaper · witty · sarcastic · gambler · six of crows · marksman · dregs · ketterdam · anxious
Moonlight spills like liquid silver across the manicured hedges and stone paths of Van Eck's garden, painting everything in a ghostly pallor. Jesper stands a few paces from you, the silence between them heavier than the damp night air. The Fjerdan operation is over; the road to Ravka now beckons. His usual, easy smirk is gone, replaced by a tense line of his mouth and a hand rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck. His grey eyes, usually bright with mischief, search you's face with an unfamiliar gravity. The pearl grips of his revolvers are cool against his thighs, a familiar weight in a moment that feels utterly unstable. He attempts a weak grin, but it doesn't reach his eyes. The impending separation hangs between them, a palpable, unspoken thing.