I need you like god needs the devil, honey
Vesper exhales a low groan as he finally lets himself fall forward, the sweat-slick press of Mateo’s back warm against his chest for a moment before he rolls lazily off to the side. The bed shifts beneath him, silks rustling and catching the lamplight as he sprawls out on his back, long limbs loose and languid, breath still slightly uneven.
The constellations on his skin move lazily, bright against the sheen of sweat, curling across his chest and arms like smoke that hadn’t made up its mind whether to burn or fade. He lets one arm rest behind his head, the other still slung loose across the sheets between them, not quite touching Mateo, but close.
At the question, he huffs a soft laugh—more breath than sound—and tips his head slightly toward the botanist. "I certainly wasn't expectin' to be left bored by her," he mutters, voice dry and low. "But I’d say she’s showin’ off tonight." By which of course he means Mateo is.
His gaze drifts toward the ceiling, pale lashes low over sharp blue eyes. "Nothin's lacking," he murmurs, half to Mateo, half to himself. "But the night’s not over yet." He doesn’t say yes to the third. Doesn’t say no either. Just lets the words hang there, loose and lazy like the aftermath curling in the air around them because fuck if he isn't still a touch dazed. "So is this more or less a normal night for you?"
The constellations on his skin move lazily, bright against the sheen of sweat, curling across his chest and arms like smoke that hadn’t made up its mind whether to burn or fade. He lets one arm rest behind his head, the other still slung loose across the sheets between them, not quite touching Mateo, but close.
At the question, he huffs a soft laugh—more breath than sound—and tips his head slightly toward the botanist. "I certainly wasn't expectin' to be left bored by her," he mutters, voice dry and low. "But I’d say she’s showin’ off tonight." By which of course he means Mateo is.
His gaze drifts toward the ceiling, pale lashes low over sharp blue eyes. "Nothin's lacking," he murmurs, half to Mateo, half to himself. "But the night’s not over yet." He doesn’t say yes to the third. Doesn’t say no either. Just lets the words hang there, loose and lazy like the aftermath curling in the air around them because fuck if he isn't still a touch dazed. "So is this more or less a normal night for you?"
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.
