maybe smoking one more cigarette won't turn your lungs to ashes
Vesper's behind the bar, long fingers ghosting over bottles and copper tins like a card shark sizing up a deck. The white chambray shirt he’s wearing is more suggestion than garment at this point—unbuttoned low enough to catch a glimpse of his ribs when he moves, sleeves rolled up past his elbows, silver rings catching the bar’s warm ambient light as he moves. He doesn’t say much—he doesn’t have to. His telepathy is the better bartender anyway, already plucking the edges of intention from those drifting up to the bar. Something sweet. Something sour. Something strong enough to forget the night exists, blah blah.
A lemon twist coils beneath his thumb as he garnishes a drink with unnecessary elegance. At his side, Calypso glitters golden like a promise you’ll regret in the best possible way, and Flora—Flora is all white heat and red threat, the crown jewel of chaos. He watches them both in the mirror behind the liquor shelf when he isn’t watching the crowd.
Then Mateo appears.
Like a comet made of glitter and bad decisions, he swans in loud and bright and already tipsy, dragging Vesper’s gaze to him like gravity. Vesper doesn’t look surprised—but then, he never does. That doesn’t stop the sly flicker of something warmer from curling behind his eyes, a crooked kind of pleasure at seeing Mateo here, loud and gleaming and very much himself.
"Careful," he murmurs without looking up, already beginning to pour something dark and citrusy into a cut-crystal glass. "You’ll make every woman here rethink their entire outfit." The words and drink are for Mateo, as is the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He slides the glass across the bar toward his sister with the ease of a man who’s used to moving pieces on a board.
A lemon twist coils beneath his thumb as he garnishes a drink with unnecessary elegance. At his side, Calypso glitters golden like a promise you’ll regret in the best possible way, and Flora—Flora is all white heat and red threat, the crown jewel of chaos. He watches them both in the mirror behind the liquor shelf when he isn’t watching the crowd.
Then Mateo appears.
Like a comet made of glitter and bad decisions, he swans in loud and bright and already tipsy, dragging Vesper’s gaze to him like gravity. Vesper doesn’t look surprised—but then, he never does. That doesn’t stop the sly flicker of something warmer from curling behind his eyes, a crooked kind of pleasure at seeing Mateo here, loud and gleaming and very much himself.
"Careful," he murmurs without looking up, already beginning to pour something dark and citrusy into a cut-crystal glass. "You’ll make every woman here rethink their entire outfit." The words and drink are for Mateo, as is the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He slides the glass across the bar toward his sister with the ease of a man who’s used to moving pieces on a board.
But all it takes is gas to burn a city down with matches
☆ 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.
