when rome's in ruins, we are the lions
After a stretch of quiet walking, the stars keeping watch and the earth still panting beneath them, Vesper eases to a gradual stop. His flanks rise and fall with quiet, even breath, though his hide shivers slightly with residual tension and the sweat-slick heat lingering between them. He waits—patient but expectant—for Colt to move. And when she doesn’t? He shifts his weight enough to send a deliberate sway through his hips, a not-so-subtle get off me that jostles just enough to be persuasive.
Once her weight slides from his back, Vesper takes a few steps forward, then stops and shifts mid-stride. The change is seamless, but the result is anything but polished.
He comes up looking thoroughly wrecked.
Sweat clings in glossy rivulets across his chest and shoulders, painting lines between the lean muscle there. His hair is half-pasted to his face, the rest snarled and heavy with desert heat. His cheeks are flushed, bright as a sunset, and there's a gleam in his eyes like someone trying very hard not to admit he might just be suffering. Shadows cling at his ankles like they, too, are wilting.
Vesper runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back with little success, then exhales slowly and nods toward Colt’s pack. "You got any water in there? Before I turn to jerky on you."
He takes a few steps toward one of the flatter rocks nearby, bracing a hand against it like it might prop him up just long enough to pull himself back together. "What d’you reckon?" he drawls after a moment, voice low and a little rough. "We keep goin’ while it’s cool and risk walkin’ into somethin’ blind—or wait till the sun’s up and try our luck under the heat?" He glances over his shoulder, one brow lifting.
As for the riding joke she'd thought he'd missed out on? He'd only been savin' it. With the slow curl of a smirk as he straightens, Vesper flicks a glance her way—cheeks flushed, hair a mess, sweat carving a path down his spine—and adds, voice just sly enough to be honest, "If it helps your decision at all, I won't quit until you say stop."
Once her weight slides from his back, Vesper takes a few steps forward, then stops and shifts mid-stride. The change is seamless, but the result is anything but polished.
He comes up looking thoroughly wrecked.
Sweat clings in glossy rivulets across his chest and shoulders, painting lines between the lean muscle there. His hair is half-pasted to his face, the rest snarled and heavy with desert heat. His cheeks are flushed, bright as a sunset, and there's a gleam in his eyes like someone trying very hard not to admit he might just be suffering. Shadows cling at his ankles like they, too, are wilting.
Vesper runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back with little success, then exhales slowly and nods toward Colt’s pack. "You got any water in there? Before I turn to jerky on you."
He takes a few steps toward one of the flatter rocks nearby, bracing a hand against it like it might prop him up just long enough to pull himself back together. "What d’you reckon?" he drawls after a moment, voice low and a little rough. "We keep goin’ while it’s cool and risk walkin’ into somethin’ blind—or wait till the sun’s up and try our luck under the heat?" He glances over his shoulder, one brow lifting.
As for the riding joke she'd thought he'd missed out on? He'd only been savin' it. With the slow curl of a smirk as he straightens, Vesper flicks a glance her way—cheeks flushed, hair a mess, sweat carving a path down his spine—and adds, voice just sly enough to be honest, "If it helps your decision at all, I won't quit until you say stop."
free of the colosseums
☆ 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.
