I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper hums low in his throat, a half-laugh and half-growl of appreciation that rumbles against the press of Thal’s hand on his chest. Her tracing fingers leave a trail of heat behind them, and if he hadn’t already been utterly wrecked by her, the way she looks right now—lazy and smug and sharp around the edges—might’ve been enough to do it all over again.
His grip on her wrist finally loosens, thumb brushing one last time before his hand drifts down to rest low on her hip, fingers splaying there like he has no intention of letting her go entirely. "Silly me," he murmurs, words dragging slow from his lips. His gaze flicks down to where her fingers trail across his chest, chasing his constellations like the stars are hers to claim. "Mm. That," he says, tapping a knuckle lightly against her hand, "was me tryin’ to be responsible." A pause, his mouth twitching into something far too pleased. "It’s not my strong suit."
He exhales, long and slow, finally shifting beneath her just enough to nudge her gently upright with the hand at her hip. Not a push—more a suggestion. "If we stay here much longer, I’ll end up dragging you into the damn ocean just to cool off." His voice is low, rough with the ghost of what they just did, the memory still hot on his skin, and the girl on top of him even hotter.
His grip on her wrist finally loosens, thumb brushing one last time before his hand drifts down to rest low on her hip, fingers splaying there like he has no intention of letting her go entirely. "Silly me," he murmurs, words dragging slow from his lips. His gaze flicks down to where her fingers trail across his chest, chasing his constellations like the stars are hers to claim. "Mm. That," he says, tapping a knuckle lightly against her hand, "was me tryin’ to be responsible." A pause, his mouth twitching into something far too pleased. "It’s not my strong suit."
He exhales, long and slow, finally shifting beneath her just enough to nudge her gently upright with the hand at her hip. Not a push—more a suggestion. "If we stay here much longer, I’ll end up dragging you into the damn ocean just to cool off." His voice is low, rough with the ghost of what they just did, the memory still hot on his skin, and the girl on top of him even hotter.
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.
