I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper doesn’t move right away. He watches Thal instead, head tilted slightly, eyes half-lidded with something that sits too comfortably between satisfaction and longing. The moment her skin leaves his, he feels it—like the absence of warmth from a flame that had been too close for comfort but far too addictive to snuff out. Her sigh echoes faintly in his chest, and the corner of his mouth tugs upward. His fingers flex where she’d been, ghosting over the empty space, and when she stands—hips swaying, tail flicking like punctuation on a sentence meant only for him—he huffs a quiet, rueful laugh, dragging a hand down his face.
"She’s gonna be the fuckin’ death of me," he mutters to the sky, not even pretending to sound put out.
Vesper rises with a fluid roll of muscle, shadow and sweat clinging to his skin like he’s still wearing her. He doesn’t bother with the clothes scattered nearby—only steps toward her, barefoot and unhurried, the soft hush of the tide pulling them both forward.
He catches up just as the waves begin to lick at her ankles, and without announcing himself, he steps flush behind her, his taller frame casting a long shadow that folds into hers. One hand slides low against her hip, fingers pressing into salt-slick skin, possessive in a way he doesn’t try to deny. His other hand rises slowly, deliberately, spreading across her chest, palm warm over her sternum as if he could feel the beat of her heart against his own.
He doesn’t move further—yet. But the threat is there in every slow inch of contact, in the way his breath skates along her ear as he leans in to speak, his voice a low rasp drenched in sin and smoke. "You are gods damn trouble." His lips curve into a smirk against her skin.
"She’s gonna be the fuckin’ death of me," he mutters to the sky, not even pretending to sound put out.
Vesper rises with a fluid roll of muscle, shadow and sweat clinging to his skin like he’s still wearing her. He doesn’t bother with the clothes scattered nearby—only steps toward her, barefoot and unhurried, the soft hush of the tide pulling them both forward.
He catches up just as the waves begin to lick at her ankles, and without announcing himself, he steps flush behind her, his taller frame casting a long shadow that folds into hers. One hand slides low against her hip, fingers pressing into salt-slick skin, possessive in a way he doesn’t try to deny. His other hand rises slowly, deliberately, spreading across her chest, palm warm over her sternum as if he could feel the beat of her heart against his own.
He doesn’t move further—yet. But the threat is there in every slow inch of contact, in the way his breath skates along her ear as he leans in to speak, his voice a low rasp drenched in sin and smoke. "You are gods damn trouble." His lips curve into a smirk against her skin.
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.
