Vesper’s lips curl into a slow, satisfied smile as Thalassa’s words flow like a well-rehearsed melody. The storm overhead punctuates the moment: a fork of lightning flares, illuminating the sharp angles of her face and the blue of her eyes, making their shared banter feel all the more charged. He can sense the trace images in her mind—the swirl of bodies, the pulse of music, the dance between fighting and fucking—and he keeps his composure even as his heart gives a quick, traitorous thrum of excitement.
"Looks like you're a fast learner. Not that I'm surprised," he drawls, letting his own gaze linger a beat longer than necessary as he roams from her eyes to her lips. "Maybe I could."
Another flash of lightning arcs across the sky, briefly washing them in bright silver. Vesper doesn’t bother hiding the approving look he gives Thal or her newly obedient tongue before he shifts with a languid grace that belies the storm churning behind his measured gaze. In one smooth motion, he rises from the step below Thalassa, angling himself so that he ends up at her side. He leans in just enough to close the distance, his face mere inches from hers. For an instant, a nearby flash of lightning highlights the stark difference between the cool indifference in his posture and the heat crackling through his telepathy. His eyes, half-lidded, track the flicker of her thoughts—wanting to feel the tension winding tighter with every beat of thunder. Yet he pauses on the precipice, savoring the tension without giving into it just yet. "The moment's between the beats are just as important when it comes to rhythm," he whispers, blue eyes languidly gliding over her lips before slowly rising to her face. "Or so I've found."
"Looks like you're a fast learner. Not that I'm surprised," he drawls, letting his own gaze linger a beat longer than necessary as he roams from her eyes to her lips. "Maybe I could."
Another flash of lightning arcs across the sky, briefly washing them in bright silver. Vesper doesn’t bother hiding the approving look he gives Thal or her newly obedient tongue before he shifts with a languid grace that belies the storm churning behind his measured gaze. In one smooth motion, he rises from the step below Thalassa, angling himself so that he ends up at her side. He leans in just enough to close the distance, his face mere inches from hers. For an instant, a nearby flash of lightning highlights the stark difference between the cool indifference in his posture and the heat crackling through his telepathy. His eyes, half-lidded, track the flicker of her thoughts—wanting to feel the tension winding tighter with every beat of thunder. Yet he pauses on the precipice, savoring the tension without giving into it just yet. "The moment's between the beats are just as important when it comes to rhythm," he whispers, blue eyes languidly gliding over her lips before slowly rising to her face. "Or so I've found."
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.
