I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper feels the shift in Thal immediately—not in her body, which still rests warm and languid against him, but in her thoughts. That hazy pleasure begins to fracture, not into anything sharp just yet, but into awareness, into defenses slowly being pulled back up like armor re-fastening itself after a battle. And yeah, he gets it. He’s already rebuilding his own—quietly, without rush, but inevitably.
Still, the offer of private lessons is enough to drag a low, lazy grin across his face, even before the teasing images from her mind flicker through his own. He doesn’t reply right away, just lets the silence stretch as her words replay in his head, smirking as he imagines himself showing up to those ‘lessons’ with nothing but a coin pouch and a smile.
"Gonna start keepin' a tab, then," he murmurs, his voice rough but laced with the same teasing lilt. "Hope you accept payment in blood, bruises, and bad ideas."
The smirk fades slightly at the return to their would-be voyeur. Her discomfort at the memory of Vox’s presence tastes bitter in his mind, clashing with the afterglow like salt on a burn. He doesn’t like it. Doesn’t like the way her mind tightens in response to the thought, or how she starts to distance herself, even subtly. When she tugs at his hair, his eyes flicker open, blue and steady. "Wasn’t my idea to have him show up," he mutters, reaching up to catch her wrist in one hand. "I was just interested in seein' how good you were at multitaskin'."
Still, the offer of private lessons is enough to drag a low, lazy grin across his face, even before the teasing images from her mind flicker through his own. He doesn’t reply right away, just lets the silence stretch as her words replay in his head, smirking as he imagines himself showing up to those ‘lessons’ with nothing but a coin pouch and a smile.
"Gonna start keepin' a tab, then," he murmurs, his voice rough but laced with the same teasing lilt. "Hope you accept payment in blood, bruises, and bad ideas."
The smirk fades slightly at the return to their would-be voyeur. Her discomfort at the memory of Vox’s presence tastes bitter in his mind, clashing with the afterglow like salt on a burn. He doesn’t like it. Doesn’t like the way her mind tightens in response to the thought, or how she starts to distance herself, even subtly. When she tugs at his hair, his eyes flicker open, blue and steady. "Wasn’t my idea to have him show up," he mutters, reaching up to catch her wrist in one hand. "I was just interested in seein' how good you were at multitaskin'."
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.
