I need you like god needs the devil, honey
Vesper watches Mateo with quiet amusement, gaze trailing languidly over the fluid grace of the botanist’s movements—the practiced subtlety that suggests this is far from his first dalliance with the jewel-bright drug. With their fingers loosely intertwined across the table, Vesper’s thumb brushes casually along the back of Mateo’s hand, feeling the warmth there, the subtle quickening of his pulse as the drug settles beneath his tongue.
"Mm, I wouldn't want to disappoint," he drawls, low and teasing, the faintest curve to his lips hinting at the anticipation that simmers beneath his usual aloof veneer. He mimics Mateo’s casual elegance with easy confidence, selecting one of the vivid snapdragon jewels with his free hand and slipping it beneath his own tongue in a motion equally smooth and practiced—or so it would appear. Vesper had learned to be a very good copycat.
As the first hints of warmth and pleasure begin to spread across the edges of his consciousness, he leans back slightly in his chair, boot shifting playfully against Mateo's again, the gentle jingle of coins an almost musical punctuation to the subtle rush. His telepathy unfurls just enough to sense the first sparks flickering in Mateo’s mind, catching glimpses of bright anticipation, restless excitement, a rising tide that mirrors his own.
"How long until we feel the full effect?" Vesper asks, gaze drifting back to Mateo’s face, eyes darkening subtly beneath half-lowered lashes, the barest flicker of mischief ghosting across his expression. "Not that I'm complaining about enjoying the anticipation."
"Mm, I wouldn't want to disappoint," he drawls, low and teasing, the faintest curve to his lips hinting at the anticipation that simmers beneath his usual aloof veneer. He mimics Mateo’s casual elegance with easy confidence, selecting one of the vivid snapdragon jewels with his free hand and slipping it beneath his own tongue in a motion equally smooth and practiced—or so it would appear. Vesper had learned to be a very good copycat.
As the first hints of warmth and pleasure begin to spread across the edges of his consciousness, he leans back slightly in his chair, boot shifting playfully against Mateo's again, the gentle jingle of coins an almost musical punctuation to the subtle rush. His telepathy unfurls just enough to sense the first sparks flickering in Mateo’s mind, catching glimpses of bright anticipation, restless excitement, a rising tide that mirrors his own.
"How long until we feel the full effect?" Vesper asks, gaze drifting back to Mateo’s face, eyes darkening subtly beneath half-lowered lashes, the barest flicker of mischief ghosting across his expression. "Not that I'm complaining about enjoying the anticipation."
someday soon this dust's gonna settle
☆ 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.
