just because the fog is there
Vesper doesn’t need to read her thoughts to know exactly what she’s threatening—he sees it in the glint of her eye, that dangerous sparkle of sugar-fueled vengeance. Gods help him if he ever broke that kind of promise. The idea of glitter in every fold of his clothes, every seam, every boot—his boots—is enough to make his eye twitch, just barely.
Still, he holds her gaze, matching her mischievous grin with a slow, dramatic sigh that’s ruined by the twitch of a smirk tugging at his mouth. "Damn, you fight dirty," he mutters. But he lifts his hand anyway, extending his own pinky to hook it with hers. "Alright. Promise." His voice is quieter this time, a little more serious beneath the dry edge, like the promise means more than he’s letting on.
"Though I swear, Nova, if I find one speck of glitter in my underwear…" He lets the threat trail off, not because he means it, but because he knows she’ll laugh anyway.
With their pinkies still linked, he tilts his head, the smirk softening again. "C’mon. Let’s find a spot with shade before your ice cream ends up all over your face—and I end up with sticky rainbow sister juice melted into my jacket." He pushes off the post, nudging her gently as he starts to walk, a little slower this time, matching her bouncing steps with the easy patience he always seems to have reserved just for her.
~FIN
Still, he holds her gaze, matching her mischievous grin with a slow, dramatic sigh that’s ruined by the twitch of a smirk tugging at his mouth. "Damn, you fight dirty," he mutters. But he lifts his hand anyway, extending his own pinky to hook it with hers. "Alright. Promise." His voice is quieter this time, a little more serious beneath the dry edge, like the promise means more than he’s letting on.
"Though I swear, Nova, if I find one speck of glitter in my underwear…" He lets the threat trail off, not because he means it, but because he knows she’ll laugh anyway.
With their pinkies still linked, he tilts his head, the smirk softening again. "C’mon. Let’s find a spot with shade before your ice cream ends up all over your face—and I end up with sticky rainbow sister juice melted into my jacket." He pushes off the post, nudging her gently as he starts to walk, a little slower this time, matching her bouncing steps with the easy patience he always seems to have reserved just for her.
~FIN
don't mean nothing's behind 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.
