I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky
The salt clings to his lashes like stars as he watches her wade in. Vesper’s grin softens—not dulled, but reshaped—by something quieter than victory. Not triumph, not teasing, just a kind of peace that drifts through him with the tide. She doesn’t run like he did, doesn’t throw herself in headlong. But she moves, and that’s what matters. The way she strips down with zero ceremony, the way her steps carry her steadily into the water like she’s answering some slow, magnetic pull—that might just be the most beautiful thing he’s seen all day.
"Careful," he murmurs, tipping his head back to float for a moment, arms out, hair slicked back. "That almost sounded like real sentiment." The words are playful, but his voice is low, hoarse in that way it gets when something brushes too close to real.
His eyes follow the line of her body as it disappears beneath the surface, not with hunger but a kind of reverence. They’ve seen each other ragged.; broken open by heat, dirt, sleep-deprived, and whatever the fuck those plants were. And still, she steps into the water like it’s not trying to cleanse her—but crown her.
Vesper kicks lazily beneath the surface, letting himself drift closer until the current brings them within arm’s reach. "If this is your happiest,"” he says, quiet now, "then I’m glad I got to see it." Then, because he’s Vesper and can’t leave well enough alone, he adds with a glint in his eye, "'Cause I doubt I'll ever see it again since we're never takin' another trip like this." He flicks water at her with a slow sweep of his hand, like it’s punctuation. Like it’s affection. Like it’s proof they’re alive, and they did it, and now they can be done with chasing bullshit through the desert.
"Careful," he murmurs, tipping his head back to float for a moment, arms out, hair slicked back. "That almost sounded like real sentiment." The words are playful, but his voice is low, hoarse in that way it gets when something brushes too close to real.
His eyes follow the line of her body as it disappears beneath the surface, not with hunger but a kind of reverence. They’ve seen each other ragged.; broken open by heat, dirt, sleep-deprived, and whatever the fuck those plants were. And still, she steps into the water like it’s not trying to cleanse her—but crown her.
Vesper kicks lazily beneath the surface, letting himself drift closer until the current brings them within arm’s reach. "If this is your happiest,"” he says, quiet now, "then I’m glad I got to see it." Then, because he’s Vesper and can’t leave well enough alone, he adds with a glint in his eye, "'Cause I doubt I'll ever see it again since we're never takin' another trip like this." He flicks water at her with a slow sweep of his hand, like it’s punctuation. Like it’s affection. Like it’s proof they’re alive, and they did it, and now they can be done with chasing bullshit through the desert.
VESPER
☆ 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.
