I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper watches the brief tension ripple through Thalassa's muscles, noting the sharp surprise in her mind with quiet amusement. A subtle, cat-like satisfaction curls his lips as he senses her stubborn stillness—a mix of pride and defiant anticipation that he finds far more enticing than any easy surrender.
He shifts closer, eyes half-lidded beneath the spill of platinum hair, the constellation tattoos on his skin shifting restlessly as he tightens the grip of his shadows. With calculated grace, Vesper leans forward, placing one hand against the warm rock beside her head, his tall frame looming just enough to cast a shadow across her form. He holds the pose, deliberately close but still not touching; his mouth hovers a mere breath from hers, cool blue eyes half-lidded as he waits—perfectly poised, entirely in control despite the molten desire that burns beneath his skin.
Without breaking eye contact, his shadows slip delicately around Thal's wrists, curling slowly but deliberately until they gently pin her hands against the warm stone. Another shadow materializes more solidly, pressing a firm, possessive hand-shaped darkness against her hip, holding her firmly in place. His expression darkens with quiet satisfaction, eyes gleaming as he senses the spike of desire mingling with defiance in her thoughts.
"I think," he drawls, his voice a low, rumbling purr that dances between flirtation and challenge, "—you ought to show me just how well you learn." His eyes drift down to her parted lips once more. "Maybe we'll see if you've still got that rhythm."
He shifts closer, eyes half-lidded beneath the spill of platinum hair, the constellation tattoos on his skin shifting restlessly as he tightens the grip of his shadows. With calculated grace, Vesper leans forward, placing one hand against the warm rock beside her head, his tall frame looming just enough to cast a shadow across her form. He holds the pose, deliberately close but still not touching; his mouth hovers a mere breath from hers, cool blue eyes half-lidded as he waits—perfectly poised, entirely in control despite the molten desire that burns beneath his skin.
Without breaking eye contact, his shadows slip delicately around Thal's wrists, curling slowly but deliberately until they gently pin her hands against the warm stone. Another shadow materializes more solidly, pressing a firm, possessive hand-shaped darkness against her hip, holding her firmly in place. His expression darkens with quiet satisfaction, eyes gleaming as he senses the spike of desire mingling with defiance in her thoughts.
"I think," he drawls, his voice a low, rumbling purr that dances between flirtation and challenge, "—you ought to show me just how well you learn." His eyes drift down to her parted lips once more. "Maybe we'll see if you've still got that rhythm."
but I swear to God I'll find it
☆ 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.
