just because the fog is there
Vesper remained astride as instructed, watching Colt with the kind of idle attention that might have looked lazy if not for the faint gleam in his eye. She moved with a purpose and ease that reminded him of certain smugglers he'd known—no-nonsense types who didn’t say more than needed and always knew exactly where their hands were. The kind who didn't often get rattled, and even less often let themselves blush. Not that he said a word about the flush he'd felt rise against his chest back on the trail. He filed it away, just like her voice, her posture, the warning in her heel-heavy gait.
As she reappeared with the gear, Vesper shifted slightly in the saddle. His shadows, sluggish but responsive, coiled up from beneath his coat like slow-moving ink in water, slipping down and around his calves to brace his legs against the stirrups. A second set crept around his midsection—loose and low like a belt—not enough to restrict him, but just enough to catch him if things went sideways.
Reaching forward Vesper ran a hand along the gelding’s neck, fingers brushing through the coarse hair with a low hum. "You stay under me," he muttered to the horse, "and I’ll stay outta your way." He gave Chip a gentle pat, then shifted to listen to Colt's instructions.
He didn’t interrupt. Just nodded at the proper intervals, committing the commands to memory while his shadows gently mimicked the posture she described, steadying him in anticipation. "Ready," he said simply, voice smooth, fingers wrapping around the reins as if he really were holding something fragile and cold. "If I die, I’d like it on the record that I was cooperative," he murmurs more to the gelding than the rancher.
As she reappeared with the gear, Vesper shifted slightly in the saddle. His shadows, sluggish but responsive, coiled up from beneath his coat like slow-moving ink in water, slipping down and around his calves to brace his legs against the stirrups. A second set crept around his midsection—loose and low like a belt—not enough to restrict him, but just enough to catch him if things went sideways.
Reaching forward Vesper ran a hand along the gelding’s neck, fingers brushing through the coarse hair with a low hum. "You stay under me," he muttered to the horse, "and I’ll stay outta your way." He gave Chip a gentle pat, then shifted to listen to Colt's instructions.
He didn’t interrupt. Just nodded at the proper intervals, committing the commands to memory while his shadows gently mimicked the posture she described, steadying him in anticipation. "Ready," he said simply, voice smooth, fingers wrapping around the reins as if he really were holding something fragile and cold. "If I die, I’d like it on the record that I was cooperative," he murmurs more to the gelding than the rancher.
don't mean nothing's behind 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.
