Got a head full of spiders & a heart that isn't here
Colt doesn’t look sorry and Vesper doesn’t pretend to believe it. "No you ain’t," he drawls, the words all grit and smirk, like a blade catching just a sliver of light. Her fingers catch fabric and haul him in, and he lets her—lets her like he’s curious what she'll do with him now that he's close enough to taste the heat rolling off her. The laughter huffs out of him, half-wind, half-dare, shadows snapping away from her legs to coil tight around his midsection just as her fist arches up. He catches the intention a moment before it lands, not fast enough to dodge, but fast enough to soften the blow with a twist of magic.
The punch hits with a dull thud, muted but still enough to make him grunt. His hand snakes into her hair low at the nape of her neck, not pulling rough but pulling sure—the kind of grip meant to command, not hurt. The angle is meant to drag her face up to his, close enough for tension to crackle like lightning in a summer storm. It’s not hard to imagine what this would be if they weren’t grinning like wolves and throwing punches. If they were alone. If they were a little drunker. If he pushed her just a little harder back against that wagon—
"Pretty sure you can hit harder than that," he murmurs, voice pitched low and wicked against the inch of air between them.
Then he lets go.
He steps back like it costs him something to do it, already swathing himself in a shimmer of living shadow that rolls down his shoulders like a second coat. Arms loose, feet braced, grin still sharp. "Well?" he calls. "You gonna prove me right?"
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The punch hits with a dull thud, muted but still enough to make him grunt. His hand snakes into her hair low at the nape of her neck, not pulling rough but pulling sure—the kind of grip meant to command, not hurt. The angle is meant to drag her face up to his, close enough for tension to crackle like lightning in a summer storm. It’s not hard to imagine what this would be if they weren’t grinning like wolves and throwing punches. If they were alone. If they were a little drunker. If he pushed her just a little harder back against that wagon—
"Pretty sure you can hit harder than that," he murmurs, voice pitched low and wicked against the inch of air between them.
Then he lets go.
He steps back like it costs him something to do it, already swathing himself in a shimmer of living shadow that rolls down his shoulders like a second coat. Arms loose, feet braced, grin still sharp. "Well?" he calls. "You gonna prove me right?"
2/4
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.
