I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper watches her turn with a hunger that isn’t even trying to hide itself anymore. The way she moves—bare, unapologetic, every line of her body painted in straeks of alabaster and salt—is a fucking siren song, and he drinks it in like a man dying of thirst. When her fingers brush down his chest, it takes restraint not to grab her again, not to pull her back against him and drown in her mouth until they both forget how to stand.
Instead, he stays still. Watches. Feels. Her heat, her grin, the promise behind her whisper—it all coils inside him, a slow-burn tension that lights the fuse of something far more dangerous than lust. But it’s the way she backs away that nearly undoes him. The way her hand lingers in the air, beckoning. The way her body disappears inch by inch into the water, waves licking up her thighs like they know what he’s about to do.
Vesper exhales once—slow and deliberate—like he’s letting go of something heavier than just breath. "Fuck," he mutters, under it all, voice low and wrecked as he steps into the surf.
The cold bites at him, but it’s nothing compared to the heat in his blood. He wades deeper, shadows swirling at his feet, wrapping around his ankles like silk. And then he’s there—reaching out to take her outstretched hand, threading their fingers together like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His other hand finds her waist, palm splaying over damp skin like a claim, not a question. The sunlight catches the drops of seawater sliding down her collarbones, the sharp angles of her jaw.
He leans in, close enough that their mouths nearly brush, his breath warm against her lips. "I do like comin' with you," Vesper murmurs, his wolfish smirk indicative of how little he cares about this predictable line, before he's twisting around and leaning back, tugging Thal against him and down into the surf.
Instead, he stays still. Watches. Feels. Her heat, her grin, the promise behind her whisper—it all coils inside him, a slow-burn tension that lights the fuse of something far more dangerous than lust. But it’s the way she backs away that nearly undoes him. The way her hand lingers in the air, beckoning. The way her body disappears inch by inch into the water, waves licking up her thighs like they know what he’s about to do.
Vesper exhales once—slow and deliberate—like he’s letting go of something heavier than just breath. "Fuck," he mutters, under it all, voice low and wrecked as he steps into the surf.
The cold bites at him, but it’s nothing compared to the heat in his blood. He wades deeper, shadows swirling at his feet, wrapping around his ankles like silk. And then he’s there—reaching out to take her outstretched hand, threading their fingers together like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His other hand finds her waist, palm splaying over damp skin like a claim, not a question. The sunlight catches the drops of seawater sliding down her collarbones, the sharp angles of her jaw.
He leans in, close enough that their mouths nearly brush, his breath warm against her lips. "I do like comin' with you," Vesper murmurs, his wolfish smirk indicative of how little he cares about this predictable line, before he's twisting around and leaning back, tugging Thal against him and down into the surf.
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.
