I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky
Whether or not Vesper really can tell one grain of sand from another doesn’t end up mattering—because the underwear hadn’t made it far. He slips into his first, brushing sand from his thighs with one hand while his eyes sweep slowly up Colt’s legs with the kind of look that could melt iceflows. A lazy grin tugs at his mouth before he vanishes into the shape of a horse again—moondark and soaked to the knees from wading back through the surf to meet her.
He waits just long enough for her to mount before moving, walking slow and steady through the shallows until the rhythm settles and the weight of her against his back feels familiar again. The canter comes easy. So does the wind, and the curve of the dunes, and the soft thud of hoofbeats as they carry them back toward their scattered gear.
It isn’t long before they find her pack and the rest of their clothes. He shifts back with little fanfare, hair a wind-tossed mess and jeans tugged on with half a grunt, like the day’s finally starting to wear on him. As he fastens the last button, he glances up at her and mutters through a grin, "Next time you get a quest, maybe we both think real hard on me havin’ wings." The how and why's of shifts weren't something the young demigod knew well, though there was an unmistakable correlation (in his mind at least), between the ability to suddenly shift into a horse and meeting a rancher who'd thoroughly stolen his attention.
Vesper slings his shirt over his shoulder, offering her a sly wink before nodding in the direction that would take them toward the nearest skydock, unashamedly pleased to let something else do the travelling for them now.
~FIN
He waits just long enough for her to mount before moving, walking slow and steady through the shallows until the rhythm settles and the weight of her against his back feels familiar again. The canter comes easy. So does the wind, and the curve of the dunes, and the soft thud of hoofbeats as they carry them back toward their scattered gear.
It isn’t long before they find her pack and the rest of their clothes. He shifts back with little fanfare, hair a wind-tossed mess and jeans tugged on with half a grunt, like the day’s finally starting to wear on him. As he fastens the last button, he glances up at her and mutters through a grin, "Next time you get a quest, maybe we both think real hard on me havin’ wings." The how and why's of shifts weren't something the young demigod knew well, though there was an unmistakable correlation (in his mind at least), between the ability to suddenly shift into a horse and meeting a rancher who'd thoroughly stolen his attention.
Vesper slings his shirt over his shoulder, offering her a sly wink before nodding in the direction that would take them toward the nearest skydock, unashamedly pleased to let something else do the travelling for them now.
~FIN
VESPER
☆ 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.
