Vesper lifts a hand in mock surrender, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Alright, alright—I won’t laugh," he promises, voice low with amusement. But as Thalassa begins to wrap her tongue around the twisted syllables, he bites the inside of his cheek, trying to stifle the grin threatening to surface. Once she’s done, he clears his throat, then murmurs the phrase back with surprising ease, each consonant rolling off his tongue in a smooth, effortless purr.
"It’s all about rhythm," he explains, letting his gaze linger on her for just a second longer than necessary. "If you think of it as separate sounds, you’ll trip over yourself. Kinda like… other things—it’s easier if you lean into the flow instead of breakin’ it all down into parts." The implications of what other sorts of things might be better thought of as needing to have a flow rather than individual movements was bright in his eyes, though it was entirely up to Thal whether she interpreted it as being about fucking, fighting, or something else entirely.
At her remark about his sister's innocence, he snorts softly. "Well that's certainly true." He says with a half-shrug; being a telepath Vesper was aware far more than any brother should be about the sorts of wiles his sister had at her disposal. "Though, if she ever decides a chemical advantage’d help, I’ll let her know there’s an expert I can point her to." Something tells him that the pair would get along.
"It’s all about rhythm," he explains, letting his gaze linger on her for just a second longer than necessary. "If you think of it as separate sounds, you’ll trip over yourself. Kinda like… other things—it’s easier if you lean into the flow instead of breakin’ it all down into parts." The implications of what other sorts of things might be better thought of as needing to have a flow rather than individual movements was bright in his eyes, though it was entirely up to Thal whether she interpreted it as being about fucking, fighting, or something else entirely.
At her remark about his sister's innocence, he snorts softly. "Well that's certainly true." He says with a half-shrug; being a telepath Vesper was aware far more than any brother should be about the sorts of wiles his sister had at her disposal. "Though, if she ever decides a chemical advantage’d help, I’ll let her know there’s an expert I can point her to." Something tells him that the pair would get along.
I'm pedal to the metal make no mistake, this is my pity party, pity party
& I'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke
& I'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke
☆ 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.
