I need you like god needs the devil, honey
Vesper catches the packet midair with a lazy flick of his wrist, the jewel-toned snapdragon glittering in his palm like stained glass in a storm. He doesn’t move to take one just yet—just lies there a moment longer, naked and stretched out across the sheets, the faint shifting of constellations tracking the rhythm of his breath. "Mm," he muses, eyes drifting to where Mateo unveils his next little collection. "A smile like that and a whole pharmacy in your drawers. You’re a dangerous man, Mateo," He purrs, tracking the botanist's movements with clear appreciation.
Vesper rolls the snapdragon bead between his fingers, lifting it halfway to his mouth before pausing. His head tilts slightly, a lazy flicker of curiosity catching in his eyes as he watches Mateo sort through his stash. The little crystal held between the botanist’s fingers catches the light, and Vesper’s gaze sharpens.
"That’s yours?" he asks, nodding toward the thirdeye. He doesn’t sound surprised, but there’s a shift in his tone, something warmer beneath the usual dry drawl. "Fuck. That’s pretty." It is, and he means it—not just the drug, but the man holding it. With the soft lamplight washing across Mateo’s bare chest, the silver glint of glitter still caught in the hollows of his throat, and those clever hands presenting their own inventions like offerings, he’s a painting of temptation.
Vesper rolls the snapdragon bead between his fingers, lifting it halfway to his mouth before pausing. His head tilts slightly, a lazy flicker of curiosity catching in his eyes as he watches Mateo sort through his stash. The little crystal held between the botanist’s fingers catches the light, and Vesper’s gaze sharpens.
"That’s yours?" he asks, nodding toward the thirdeye. He doesn’t sound surprised, but there’s a shift in his tone, something warmer beneath the usual dry drawl. "Fuck. That’s pretty." It is, and he means it—not just the drug, but the man holding it. With the soft lamplight washing across Mateo’s bare chest, the silver glint of glitter still caught in the hollows of his throat, and those clever hands presenting their own inventions like offerings, he’s a painting of temptation.
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.
