if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper watches Iskra skid and scramble with all the grace of a kicked wasp nest, and the smugness that curls through him is effortless, gilded by the fact that he doesn’t need to raise a hand to keep winning. Iskra’s rage is a storm without a rudder—loud, messy, and wildly predictable.
"Bit slow to land a hit, sunshine," he drawls, brushing invisible lint from his sleeve with a flick of his wrist. "Doesn’t make me a coward—just means you fight like you fuck."
The insult hits the air like a thrown brick, but Vesper only laughs—sharp and amused, the sound low in his throat like a purr. "Aw, sugar," he coos, eyes glinting. "If you wanted a peek, you could’ve just asked. But I get it—you’re used to coming second to everyone, must be hell on your self-esteem."
The snow flicks up like a trick shot, fast and well-aimed, and Vesper is already vanishing in a twist of shadow. He reappears thirty feet away, mist curling at his boots, the wind tousling his hair as he casts a sidelong glance toward where Melita still lingers in the distance. Iskra's mind might have dulled to a whiteout of impulse, but if there was one thing even brutes like him could pick up on it was predictability, and Vesper saw no reason at all to let his performance get stale.
One hand lifts to his mouth as he blows Iskra a kiss. "Next time buy me dinner first and maybe I'll let you get a bit closer."
"Bit slow to land a hit, sunshine," he drawls, brushing invisible lint from his sleeve with a flick of his wrist. "Doesn’t make me a coward—just means you fight like you fuck."
The insult hits the air like a thrown brick, but Vesper only laughs—sharp and amused, the sound low in his throat like a purr. "Aw, sugar," he coos, eyes glinting. "If you wanted a peek, you could’ve just asked. But I get it—you’re used to coming second to everyone, must be hell on your self-esteem."
The snow flicks up like a trick shot, fast and well-aimed, and Vesper is already vanishing in a twist of shadow. He reappears thirty feet away, mist curling at his boots, the wind tousling his hair as he casts a sidelong glance toward where Melita still lingers in the distance. Iskra's mind might have dulled to a whiteout of impulse, but if there was one thing even brutes like him could pick up on it was predictability, and Vesper saw no reason at all to let his performance get stale.
One hand lifts to his mouth as he blows Iskra a kiss. "Next time buy me dinner first and maybe I'll let you get a bit closer."
And now it's turning out to be the worst of my bad habits
☆ 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.
