maybe smoking one more cigarette won't turn your lungs to ashes
Vesper doesn’t need to look to know what’s happening at the bar. The thoughts coming off Calypso and Kaisel are a furnace—desire, hunger, heat chased by a pulse of rising tension that’s far too vivid for his liking. Normally, Caly’s fire is something he skirts around out of sibling respect. But Kaisel’s mind? That’s new, that’s sharp, and it’s full of images Vesper has no interest in sampling.
Because it’s not just the usual swirl of lust—it’s Kaisel undressing her in his head. Thinking things he has no business thinking about his sister. Even if Caly seems plenty willing to be devoured, Vesper has exactly zero interest in being a telepathic third wheel for whatever the hell this is about to become. But when Kaisel’s thoughts stutter mid-heat, pulling back with the words hold that thought in favour of going to dance with Flora of all people, Vesper almost laughs aloud. He doesn’t. But the look that flickers across his face is pure dry disbelief as he parts briefly enough from Mateo to shoot his sibling a look. Best of fuckin’ luck, idiot, he thinks, turning away.
Leaning down until his mouth just brushes Mateo’s ear, Vesper murmurs, "The Hanged Man’s got more’n one back room, y’know." His voice is low, velvet-rich and coaxing, threaded with quiet intent. I say we borrow one."
Then he’s stealing another kiss—not hurried, not wild, but deep and slow. Possessive. A promise written in lips and breath and the flicker of his shadows curling protectively around Mateo’s back. And when he pulls away, it’s only to guide him—fingers laced through curls, the other hand catching his wrist as he steps backward into the hallway, drawing the botanist with him.
They disappear into the dark like a secret, the sound of the party fading behind them. Vesper’s shadows stretch just far enough to close the door and lock it behind them.
Vesper and Mateo out ! Make ur own drinks.
Because it’s not just the usual swirl of lust—it’s Kaisel undressing her in his head. Thinking things he has no business thinking about his sister. Even if Caly seems plenty willing to be devoured, Vesper has exactly zero interest in being a telepathic third wheel for whatever the hell this is about to become. But when Kaisel’s thoughts stutter mid-heat, pulling back with the words hold that thought in favour of going to dance with Flora of all people, Vesper almost laughs aloud. He doesn’t. But the look that flickers across his face is pure dry disbelief as he parts briefly enough from Mateo to shoot his sibling a look. Best of fuckin’ luck, idiot, he thinks, turning away.
Leaning down until his mouth just brushes Mateo’s ear, Vesper murmurs, "The Hanged Man’s got more’n one back room, y’know." His voice is low, velvet-rich and coaxing, threaded with quiet intent. I say we borrow one."
Then he’s stealing another kiss—not hurried, not wild, but deep and slow. Possessive. A promise written in lips and breath and the flicker of his shadows curling protectively around Mateo’s back. And when he pulls away, it’s only to guide him—fingers laced through curls, the other hand catching his wrist as he steps backward into the hallway, drawing the botanist with him.
They disappear into the dark like a secret, the sound of the party fading behind them. Vesper’s shadows stretch just far enough to close the door and lock it behind them.
Vesper and Mateo out ! Make ur own drinks.
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.
