I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper’s thumb brushes idly along the inside of Thal’s wrist where her pulse still beats fast beneath his fingers, even after everything. He feels the heat building again behind her gaze, the subtle pull of temptation rising like embers caught on a new breath of wind. And despite the slow drag of exhaustion through his limbs, despite the faint bruises blossoming under her nails and the rawness that still hums through his body—gods, he’s tempted.
Her words ripple through his thoughts like sparks skipping over oil, and he smirks, low and lazy, his gaze hooded beneath the curve of lashes as he lets his head tip back slightly against the stone. "Careful, Thalassa," he drawls, her name a soft drag across his tongue. His fingers don’t let go of her wrist just yet—no, they keep her there like a tether, a soft restraint that speaks to what they both know he’s capable of, if he were to roll her back beneath him. "You keep lookin’ at me like that, and I might just forget how spent I am."
A slow breath slips out of him as he glances past her toward the sky overhead, catching the shift of light through high clouds, the sea breeze tugging faintly at their scattered clothing. His voice softens—still wry, but less teasing now. "We should probably clean up before the wrong kind of wildlife stumbles on us. Or worse. Vox comes back with popcorn."
His expression flickers, one brow arched with mock dread, though he doesn’t move yet. Doesn’t seem in any particular hurry to return to reality, especially not with the way she’s still sprawled across him, her skin slick against his, her gaze sharp and burning and already threatening round two.
And gods, he might just let her win again.
Her words ripple through his thoughts like sparks skipping over oil, and he smirks, low and lazy, his gaze hooded beneath the curve of lashes as he lets his head tip back slightly against the stone. "Careful, Thalassa," he drawls, her name a soft drag across his tongue. His fingers don’t let go of her wrist just yet—no, they keep her there like a tether, a soft restraint that speaks to what they both know he’s capable of, if he were to roll her back beneath him. "You keep lookin’ at me like that, and I might just forget how spent I am."
A slow breath slips out of him as he glances past her toward the sky overhead, catching the shift of light through high clouds, the sea breeze tugging faintly at their scattered clothing. His voice softens—still wry, but less teasing now. "We should probably clean up before the wrong kind of wildlife stumbles on us. Or worse. Vox comes back with popcorn."
His expression flickers, one brow arched with mock dread, though he doesn’t move yet. Doesn’t seem in any particular hurry to return to reality, especially not with the way she’s still sprawled across him, her skin slick against his, her gaze sharp and burning and already threatening round two.
And gods, he might just let her win again.
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.
