maybe smoking one more cigarette won't turn your lungs to ashes
The thoughts around him are a cacophony—sugar-laced, rum-soaked, edged in desire and glitter. But under it, Vesper tastes the static that used to be just noise. Now it’s more like a signal: Sohalia ’s disappointment curling in on itself like wilted petals; Koa ’s flare of pride and self-justification, loud and stubborn as a child stomping in boots too big. It’s not just annoying—it’s boring. Mr. Beige-Knight (Sorry Koa, you don't get to be a White Knight when you're making someone feel like shit 2ft away from you) wants to be the life of the party and the voice of reason, the protector and the provoker. And as for Sohalia... well. He tried. You're on your own, babe.
His gaze flicks toward the bar, to where Kaisel is very obviously about to attempt to eat his sister like she's a cocktail garnish. He promptly looks away, because while he'd sent his sister off to have fun, he certainly doesn't need to watch said fun unfold when he can already feel it sparkling in her thoughts.
Instead, he slides out from behind the bar, quiet as a shadow and just as deliberate. The line of shots he prepared is already gleaming in the low light, and he doesn’t hesitate—not in the direction he moves, not in the hand that reaches out to catch Mateo by the curls. "Think it's my turn," he murmurs, low and velvet-edged, as his fingers tangle gently but firmly in the back of the botanist’s hair, tipping his head back. He leans in, eyes half-lidded, and runs a slow, deliberate lick up the column of Mateo’s neck, just below his jaw, before dusting the same spot with salt. It gleams against his skin like moonlight.
Vesper straightens, the shot already in his other hand, but his grin is all teeth when he adds, voice low enough that only Mateo hears it: "Don’t need a lime. The only chaser I want—" he leans in again, "—is you." And then he licks the salt away, smooth and unhurried, downs the shot, and pulls Mateo into a kiss that burns like good tequila and wants to linger even longer. As for the rest of the kid hang, Vesper doesn't care if he looks (Caly side, she's free to look away). He’s not doing this for them, he’s doing it because he wants to.
His gaze flicks toward the bar, to where Kaisel is very obviously about to attempt to eat his sister like she's a cocktail garnish. He promptly looks away, because while he'd sent his sister off to have fun, he certainly doesn't need to watch said fun unfold when he can already feel it sparkling in her thoughts.
Instead, he slides out from behind the bar, quiet as a shadow and just as deliberate. The line of shots he prepared is already gleaming in the low light, and he doesn’t hesitate—not in the direction he moves, not in the hand that reaches out to catch Mateo by the curls. "Think it's my turn," he murmurs, low and velvet-edged, as his fingers tangle gently but firmly in the back of the botanist’s hair, tipping his head back. He leans in, eyes half-lidded, and runs a slow, deliberate lick up the column of Mateo’s neck, just below his jaw, before dusting the same spot with salt. It gleams against his skin like moonlight.
Vesper straightens, the shot already in his other hand, but his grin is all teeth when he adds, voice low enough that only Mateo hears it: "Don’t need a lime. The only chaser I want—" he leans in again, "—is you." And then he licks the salt away, smooth and unhurried, downs the shot, and pulls Mateo into a kiss that burns like good tequila and wants to linger even longer. As for the rest of the kid hang, Vesper doesn't care if he looks (Caly side, she's free to look away). He’s not doing this for them, he’s doing it because he wants to.
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.
