Got a head full of spiders & a heart that isn't here
The crackle of Colt’s exasperation zips through Vesper’s mind long before the curses hit his ears. He drifts toward the cart at an unhurried stroll, Longheat glare gilding the sweat on her shoulders, the white tank clinging like wet silk. One plank refuses to budge, and her braced stance—hips canted, legs splayed like a colt straight outta the stall—holds his gaze a fraction longer than manners recommend.
A smirk tugs at his mouth. Shadows leak from under his boots, slicking across the dock and slipping beneath the balky stack. They rise in tapering tendrils, wriggling like impatient fingers. At the same moment he plants a palm on the top board—pressure that’s more show than shove; the timber groans and slides neatly onto the wagon bed.
He clears his throat, a dry scrape meant to announce what the shadows already did. "Mornin'." The single word lazily drops its ending as his shadows withdraw, looping back into his boots.
Sunlight catches the split in his lip as he tips his head, expression carved somewhere between amused and polite. "Seems that board had a death wish. Anything else need shiftin’ before it decides to grow roots and really piss you off?" Vesper' tone stays smooth, flirt teasin’ round the edges but held at arm’s length—like he’s offering the help almost in spite of himself. In a way he is, not normally one to extend an offer of physical exertion when there's nothing clearly in it for him, but gods be damned if there wasn't something about a girl in a white tanktop that made it impossible for him to walk away from.
A smirk tugs at his mouth. Shadows leak from under his boots, slicking across the dock and slipping beneath the balky stack. They rise in tapering tendrils, wriggling like impatient fingers. At the same moment he plants a palm on the top board—pressure that’s more show than shove; the timber groans and slides neatly onto the wagon bed.
He clears his throat, a dry scrape meant to announce what the shadows already did. "Mornin'." The single word lazily drops its ending as his shadows withdraw, looping back into his boots.
Sunlight catches the split in his lip as he tips his head, expression carved somewhere between amused and polite. "Seems that board had a death wish. Anything else need shiftin’ before it decides to grow roots and really piss you off?" Vesper' tone stays smooth, flirt teasin’ round the edges but held at arm’s length—like he’s offering the help almost in spite of himself. In a way he is, not normally one to extend an offer of physical exertion when there's nothing clearly in it for him, but gods be damned if there wasn't something about a girl in a white tanktop that made it impossible for him to walk away from.
VESPER
☆ 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.
