// Sweet shot of kerosene //
Vesper snorts as her ponytail slaps cold water across his cheek, his hand lifting lazily to flick a few droplets right back at her with a roll of his wrist. The offense doesn’t even dent the easy warmth between them; if anything, it deepens it, the water and the lazy haze of the springs wrapping around them like a second skin. He catches the way her shoulders loosen when she leans in, and even though she’s trying to play it casual, the flicker of pride—the good kind—blooms soft in the back of his mind.
The Hanged Man, though. Interesting.
He files that away without comment, not yet teasing her about it (though the temptation coils like a cat ready to pounce). Instead, he shifts in the water so he’s facing her a little more fully, elbow propped up on the stone edge of the spring. Her honey-bright gaze under those wet lashes nearly drips you can tell me, and despite himself, a real, if small, grin quirks across his mouth.
"Me?" he drawls, slow and faux-innocent. "Depends what you call playin’ nice." His fingers trail idly through the water, sending little ripples outward as he considers. Then he lifts a shoulder in a languid shrug. "Been seein' a bit of Thalassa." His voice is unhurried, but there's a gleam in his eye that suggests it's anything but boring. "You’d like her. She bites."
A pause, just long enough to let that land, before he arches a brow at Caly with a mockingly angelic look. "You gonna be a good sister an' not grill me, or am I gettin' the twenty questions treatment?"
The Hanged Man, though. Interesting.
He files that away without comment, not yet teasing her about it (though the temptation coils like a cat ready to pounce). Instead, he shifts in the water so he’s facing her a little more fully, elbow propped up on the stone edge of the spring. Her honey-bright gaze under those wet lashes nearly drips you can tell me, and despite himself, a real, if small, grin quirks across his mouth.
"Me?" he drawls, slow and faux-innocent. "Depends what you call playin’ nice." His fingers trail idly through the water, sending little ripples outward as he considers. Then he lifts a shoulder in a languid shrug. "Been seein' a bit of Thalassa." His voice is unhurried, but there's a gleam in his eye that suggests it's anything but boring. "You’d like her. She bites."
A pause, just long enough to let that land, before he arches a brow at Caly with a mockingly angelic look. "You gonna be a good sister an' not grill me, or am I gettin' the twenty questions treatment?"
Vesper
// When I threw it back, it poisoned me //
☆ 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.
