VESPER
Vesper glances down at his torn shirt, then up at her with a flash of that crooked smile—one side tugging up like he’s in on a joke she hasn’t told yet. "You don't like it?" he drawls, tugging at the ragged hem as though modelling it.
He ducks to free a tangled vine from around her boot, sawing through it with slow precision. "You know what spooked us back there?" he asks, far too casually for given he'd been the goddamn horse at the time. "Last thing I remember was headin’ for that bit of water we found. Next? Nothin’. Like someone pulled the plug."
His shadows slink through the undergrowth, brushing lightly along her thighs to free the worst of the growth while he straightens and steps in close. His shoulder presses to hers as he slides an arm low around her waist, anchoring her against him. "C’mon," he murmurs. "Wrap your legs 'round me. It'll take the strain off, let you wiggle free." His voice stays quiet, plain as anything—and maybe in different circumstances he’d twist a line like that for fun, but sweat-soaked and half-dead as they both were, with her legs already wrapped around him for what felt like half a damn week, Vesper doesn’t think twice about it.
His breath huffs against her as he returns to work, blade slipping clean through another twist of green. When she mutters about wanting to get the fuck out, he glances over with mock surprise, brow lifting. "What? You’re tellin’ me you haven’t been enjoyin’ yourself?" He slices another vine, looking back to her with theatrical disbelief. "And here I thought this was your idea of a good time—dust, heatstroke, hallucinogenic jungle snares. Real romance novel type of shit."
He ducks to free a tangled vine from around her boot, sawing through it with slow precision. "You know what spooked us back there?" he asks, far too casually for given he'd been the goddamn horse at the time. "Last thing I remember was headin’ for that bit of water we found. Next? Nothin’. Like someone pulled the plug."
His shadows slink through the undergrowth, brushing lightly along her thighs to free the worst of the growth while he straightens and steps in close. His shoulder presses to hers as he slides an arm low around her waist, anchoring her against him. "C’mon," he murmurs. "Wrap your legs 'round me. It'll take the strain off, let you wiggle free." His voice stays quiet, plain as anything—and maybe in different circumstances he’d twist a line like that for fun, but sweat-soaked and half-dead as they both were, with her legs already wrapped around him for what felt like half a damn week, Vesper doesn’t think twice about it.
His breath huffs against her as he returns to work, blade slipping clean through another twist of green. When she mutters about wanting to get the fuck out, he glances over with mock surprise, brow lifting. "What? You’re tellin’ me you haven’t been enjoyin’ yourself?" He slices another vine, looking back to her with theatrical disbelief. "And here I thought this was your idea of a good time—dust, heatstroke, hallucinogenic jungle snares. Real romance novel type of shit."
wake me when it's over
like a bad dream
like a bad dream
☆ 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.
