just because the fog is there
Vesper remains still as Colt slips through the path he carved, his shadows retreating in silent, respectful coils once she's through. The moment stretches long and quiet, broken only by the soft sounds of the night and the rhythmic shift of hooves as Chip shifts his weight beneath him. He doesn't speak, doesn't intrude—not when something sacred is happening behind that wall of thorns.
Only when Colt reappears, dusting her knees and wearing a smile bright enough to rival the stars overhead, does he let out a slow breath, like tension he hadn't admitted to holding has finally eased. "Good," he says simply, but the word is thick with something softer. Relief. Respect. Maybe something a little rarer.
His gaze lingers on her a beat too long when she leans into her hip like that—easy, confident, bright-eyed in the dark. Then he looks away, flicking a glance toward the horizon before nodding once. "I’ll take him," Vesper murmurs, giving Chip a light pat as he shifts in the saddle. "You can swing by the House of Midnight, say tomorrow 'round 10? He'll be tied up out front." A pause. Then, with a flicker of something dry but warm in his tone and a wink: "So will I."
He doesn't wait for a reply, not really. Just lifts two fingers in a lazy farewell and nudges the gelding into motion, shadows coiling up once more as they melt into the starlit trail—leaving behind only hoofprints, stirred leaves, and the promise of another meeting hanging in the air.
~FIN
Only when Colt reappears, dusting her knees and wearing a smile bright enough to rival the stars overhead, does he let out a slow breath, like tension he hadn't admitted to holding has finally eased. "Good," he says simply, but the word is thick with something softer. Relief. Respect. Maybe something a little rarer.
His gaze lingers on her a beat too long when she leans into her hip like that—easy, confident, bright-eyed in the dark. Then he looks away, flicking a glance toward the horizon before nodding once. "I’ll take him," Vesper murmurs, giving Chip a light pat as he shifts in the saddle. "You can swing by the House of Midnight, say tomorrow 'round 10? He'll be tied up out front." A pause. Then, with a flicker of something dry but warm in his tone and a wink: "So will I."
He doesn't wait for a reply, not really. Just lifts two fingers in a lazy farewell and nudges the gelding into motion, shadows coiling up once more as they melt into the starlit trail—leaving behind only hoofprints, stirred leaves, and the promise of another meeting hanging in the air.
~FIN
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.
