I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper’s eyes flicker open at the sound of her chuckle, the rough edge of it dragging across his skin like velvet lined with teeth. Gods, he likes that sound. Likes knowing it came from him. That every scratch of her throat and every slow breath is laced with the aftermath of what they just did.
Her grin, all sharp edges and stormy swagger, only draws another low curve to his own mouth. "Sad sack of potatoes, huh?" he echoes, glancing sidelong at her with a lazy, appreciative sweep of his gaze. "Could dress you up a bit. Wrap you in a fishnet. Maybe tuck a flower behind your ear." He grins. "You’d be the most dangerous sack of potatoes in all of Torchline."
But there’s something quieter behind the tease. An ease he doesn’t let show often—rare, even for him. And when she turns the question back on him, that brow arched, her smirk daring him to answer honestly, Vesper’s smile fades to something softer. Not less dangerous—just more thoughtful. More real. He turns his head fully toward her, blue eyes catching the last glint of the sun as he studies her face. "No," he says, and for once, there's no coyness, no teasing. Just the simple truth. "Not yet."
Then, after a beat too long to be casual, he adds, voice curling back into its usual rhythm, "Though you are a lotta work. Mouthy. Demanding. Prone to violence." His smirk returns, crooked and fond.
Her grin, all sharp edges and stormy swagger, only draws another low curve to his own mouth. "Sad sack of potatoes, huh?" he echoes, glancing sidelong at her with a lazy, appreciative sweep of his gaze. "Could dress you up a bit. Wrap you in a fishnet. Maybe tuck a flower behind your ear." He grins. "You’d be the most dangerous sack of potatoes in all of Torchline."
But there’s something quieter behind the tease. An ease he doesn’t let show often—rare, even for him. And when she turns the question back on him, that brow arched, her smirk daring him to answer honestly, Vesper’s smile fades to something softer. Not less dangerous—just more thoughtful. More real. He turns his head fully toward her, blue eyes catching the last glint of the sun as he studies her face. "No," he says, and for once, there's no coyness, no teasing. Just the simple truth. "Not yet."
Then, after a beat too long to be casual, he adds, voice curling back into its usual rhythm, "Though you are a lotta work. Mouthy. Demanding. Prone to violence." His smirk returns, crooked and fond.
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.
