the highway won't dry your tears
Vesper shifts his weight with deliberate precision, ears flicking forward and then back again as her arms wrap around his chest and her boots press tighter to his ribs. Her breath is warm against the side of his neck, her hair tangling in the damp curls of his mane, and the press of her body—practical though it may be—feels like being sealed into armour he never asked for. Not that he minds. Not that he’s capable of minding with how fucking tired he is.
What he does mind is how intimate it is, how naturally she tucks herself around the edges of him. Like this is the shape they’ve always had. Like it’s not driving something deep and complicated into his thoughts that he's ready to start scratching like an itch.
A single white flower looms too close overhead, its petals already trembling like it wants to burst into poison. Vesper plants one hoof into the damp earth and angles away, ribs hollowing slightly beneath Colt’s grip to give her more clearance. His stride shortens, the muscles in his back bracing so her weight won’t shift unnecessarily. They move forward like that: dark hide threading through green, dust and salt giving way to the hush of unseen birds and the click of insects in the canopy above.
Only the thought of stripping everything bear and collapsing into the ocean keeps him going. That, and the boast he'd made about not quittin' until she said stop which she was really putting to the fuck test.
What he does mind is how intimate it is, how naturally she tucks herself around the edges of him. Like this is the shape they’ve always had. Like it’s not driving something deep and complicated into his thoughts that he's ready to start scratching like an itch.
A single white flower looms too close overhead, its petals already trembling like it wants to burst into poison. Vesper plants one hoof into the damp earth and angles away, ribs hollowing slightly beneath Colt’s grip to give her more clearance. His stride shortens, the muscles in his back bracing so her weight won’t shift unnecessarily. They move forward like that: dark hide threading through green, dust and salt giving way to the hush of unseen birds and the click of insects in the canopy above.
Only the thought of stripping everything bear and collapsing into the ocean keeps him going. That, and the boast he'd made about not quittin' until she said stop which she was really putting to the fuck test.
the highway don't need you here
☆ 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.
