if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper watches her like a man watches fire: fascinated, a little too close, utterly unwilling to back away. Her pose might be casual, but he sees the intention in every line of her body, the poised readiness, the hunger behind that tilted smirk. It draws a slow grin from him in turn, dark and deliberate, as if they’ve already begun a game neither of them agreed to but both are eager to win.
"Competitive," he echoes, rolling the word over his tongue like he’s tasting it. "Is that what we’re calling it?" His gaze flicks down the line of her body before returning to her eyes, unbothered by his own boldness. "I figured it was something closer to bloodlust with better lighting."
A breeze cuts between them, carrying the scent of petals and distant starlight, but he doesn’t look away. Doesn’t move. Just watches her from across the narrow dark as if he might unravel her with a thought. He already knows the echo of her pulse, the sharp thrill of her mind at full tilt. And here she is again—burning bright in the shadows, all heat and sharp teeth and invitation wrapped in a laugh.
"I take it that means if I bring you to see something that hasn’t killed anyone yet, you’ll be disappointed." His voice lowers, a lazy drawl meant to provoke. "Or are you only interested in things you get to break?"
"Competitive," he echoes, rolling the word over his tongue like he’s tasting it. "Is that what we’re calling it?" His gaze flicks down the line of her body before returning to her eyes, unbothered by his own boldness. "I figured it was something closer to bloodlust with better lighting."
A breeze cuts between them, carrying the scent of petals and distant starlight, but he doesn’t look away. Doesn’t move. Just watches her from across the narrow dark as if he might unravel her with a thought. He already knows the echo of her pulse, the sharp thrill of her mind at full tilt. And here she is again—burning bright in the shadows, all heat and sharp teeth and invitation wrapped in a laugh.
"I take it that means if I bring you to see something that hasn’t killed anyone yet, you’ll be disappointed." His voice lowers, a lazy drawl meant to provoke. "Or are you only interested in things you get to break?"
And now it's turning out to be the worst of my bad habits
☆ 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.
