if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Colt moves like temptation, like challenge—two of Vesper’s favourite things. The jaguar’s tail flicks once across the ground behind him, the only outward sign of the tension rippling under his glossy black hide. His white rosettes glow like fractured constellations across his flank, pulsing faintly as he watches her, unblinking. Not hungrily. Not even warily. Just...entirely. The kind of gaze predators save for things they’re deciding how to approach—slowly, or all at once.
He hears nothing, not in this form. No thoughts, no murmurs, no static cluttering the edges of his mind. Just the wind and her scent and the thrum of his own heartbeat—quiet, steady, vulnerable in a way he never is with his shadows slinking through people's skulls.
It makes him feel both raw and clean.
When she lifts her hand, that subtle curve of thumb to chin like she’s appraising a creature she might one day try to understand, Vesper’s ears twitch. Not in protest—just acknowledgement. Of her nerve, or her drive, maybe.
The jaguar blinks, and then it's Vesper rising with a ripple of shadow and muscle, shifting back into himself with the lazy grace of someone who’s never quite sure whether his human shape is his first or second skin. He brushes a hand down his shirt and tips her a crooked smile..
"Shame, that," he drawls, voice smooth now that it’s back in his throat. "How’s there meant to be any excitement if there ain’t a little danger?"
He hears nothing, not in this form. No thoughts, no murmurs, no static cluttering the edges of his mind. Just the wind and her scent and the thrum of his own heartbeat—quiet, steady, vulnerable in a way he never is with his shadows slinking through people's skulls.
It makes him feel both raw and clean.
When she lifts her hand, that subtle curve of thumb to chin like she’s appraising a creature she might one day try to understand, Vesper’s ears twitch. Not in protest—just acknowledgement. Of her nerve, or her drive, maybe.
The jaguar blinks, and then it's Vesper rising with a ripple of shadow and muscle, shifting back into himself with the lazy grace of someone who’s never quite sure whether his human shape is his first or second skin. He brushes a hand down his shirt and tips her a crooked smile..
"Shame, that," he drawls, voice smooth now that it’s back in his throat. "How’s there meant to be any excitement if there ain’t a little danger?"
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.
