if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper lets Thal's hands roam, his breath shallow where her fingers press through the thick velvet of his fur. He watches her from beneath half-lidded eyes, starlight still pulsing faintly through his rosettes like the aftershock of something cosmic. Her touch is bold—curious, but unhesitating—and it sends heat spiralling low in his belly, a possessive thrum echoing in the cage of his ribs.
The jaguar dissolves like smoke, shadows folding in on themselves until pale skin emerges beneath her straddling frame. Vesper doesn’t move right away—just lets his hands find her hips, his thumbs brushing the bare edge where scale gave way to skin only moments ago. There’s a reverence in the way he touches her, but it’s not gentle. It’s claiming. Anchored. Still feral beneath the calm slant of his grin.
"We should hunt together sometime," he murmurs, voice low and threaded with something darker, teasing. His gaze rakes up the line of her throat, to the tangle of her hair, the gleam in her eyes, before his hands slide up, slow and unapologetic, mapping the sharp lines of her waist with the idle hunger of a man who’s not finished hunting. Their proximity crackles with lingering adrenaline, the ache of want beneath skin that remembers teeth, claws, heat.
The jaguar dissolves like smoke, shadows folding in on themselves until pale skin emerges beneath her straddling frame. Vesper doesn’t move right away—just lets his hands find her hips, his thumbs brushing the bare edge where scale gave way to skin only moments ago. There’s a reverence in the way he touches her, but it’s not gentle. It’s claiming. Anchored. Still feral beneath the calm slant of his grin.
"We should hunt together sometime," he murmurs, voice low and threaded with something darker, teasing. His gaze rakes up the line of her throat, to the tangle of her hair, the gleam in her eyes, before his hands slide up, slow and unapologetic, mapping the sharp lines of her waist with the idle hunger of a man who’s not finished hunting. Their proximity crackles with lingering adrenaline, the ache of want beneath skin that remembers teeth, claws, heat.
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.
