VESPER
He doesn’t flinch at the mention of her kick—hell, he barely shrugs, knife still working. "Long as we made it out in one piece," he drawls, "you can kick me all you like." And judging by the battered but breathing state of both of them, they'd done just that.
His hand flattens against the small of her back, fingers splayed in a slow starburst to hold her steady, the motion easy, instinctive. "Not surprised," he murmurs, voice low and amused, "that bein’ tied up ain’t really your thing." There’s a curve to his mouth, crooked and knowing, the kind that says he’s thinking of a half-dozen off-colour comebacks but letting them slide for now.
At her quip about romance novels, he raises both brows. "I’ve got two sisters," he reminds her, as if that explains everything. "One of ’em reads those damn things like they’re sacred texts. Glittery covers. Shirtless men with swords. Whole thing." His grin tilts sharper, pale eyes catching hers. "And I might have wings. Might even be able to read minds." He glances at her, smile wolfish. "But I wouldn’t tell you that until at least chapter ten. Right when I’m bleedin’ out somewhere, whisperin’ my tragic backstory between gasps."
The last vine snaps, and he meets her gaze with a glint of laughter. "Knew I shoulda been meaner to you when we met."
If this was one of those books, maybe he would’ve held her there a while longer. Maybe dragged her down into the moss and let the poisonous plants worry about themselves. As it is, though, he can feel his blood pressure tanking—sun, sweat, and the effort of holding his arm up for too long. So instead of a swoon-worthy line, Vesper stumbles a step, bracing his hand against a nearby tree to keep them both from toppling over. He sways once, breath hissing between his teeth.
"Lets get back to the part where we get the fuck outta here, mm?"
~FIN
His hand flattens against the small of her back, fingers splayed in a slow starburst to hold her steady, the motion easy, instinctive. "Not surprised," he murmurs, voice low and amused, "that bein’ tied up ain’t really your thing." There’s a curve to his mouth, crooked and knowing, the kind that says he’s thinking of a half-dozen off-colour comebacks but letting them slide for now.
At her quip about romance novels, he raises both brows. "I’ve got two sisters," he reminds her, as if that explains everything. "One of ’em reads those damn things like they’re sacred texts. Glittery covers. Shirtless men with swords. Whole thing." His grin tilts sharper, pale eyes catching hers. "And I might have wings. Might even be able to read minds." He glances at her, smile wolfish. "But I wouldn’t tell you that until at least chapter ten. Right when I’m bleedin’ out somewhere, whisperin’ my tragic backstory between gasps."
The last vine snaps, and he meets her gaze with a glint of laughter. "Knew I shoulda been meaner to you when we met."
If this was one of those books, maybe he would’ve held her there a while longer. Maybe dragged her down into the moss and let the poisonous plants worry about themselves. As it is, though, he can feel his blood pressure tanking—sun, sweat, and the effort of holding his arm up for too long. So instead of a swoon-worthy line, Vesper stumbles a step, bracing his hand against a nearby tree to keep them both from toppling over. He sways once, breath hissing between his teeth.
"Lets get back to the part where we get the fuck outta here, mm?"
~FIN
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.
