I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky
The slap of the kelp hits his arm with a wet thwack, and Vesper doesn't even flinch. His smirk only sharpens, slow and knowing as a matchstrike in the dark. He hears every thread of her—heat-woven thoughts twisting between hesitation and pull, old promises made in dim-lit places, and the way his thumb on her spine had landed like a prayer she wasn’t expecting. He's fairly certain he could silence the whole internal storm with the simplest of gestures—his lips against hers—but he doesn’t.
He doesn’t want her quiet. Doesn’t want her retreating behind calm or steel or whatever self-preserving lie she might use to smother that fierce, ragged warmth burning through her thoughts. He wants her loud, full-throated. A storm the way only Colt knows how to be: dry-humoured, fire-eyed, and completely untamed.
So he just grins, all teeth and tide, and tugs her right back in.
One strong tug against her waist, and he’s backing up into the deeper water, the salt tugging at their limbs until the sea floor drops away. Her toes can’t reach anymore and soon his can't either. Only then does he ease one hand away, the other still firm and open on the small of her back. Not possessive. Just...available. A steadying weight, or something she can slip away from with a roll of her shoulder and a flick of her heel. No stakes. Just invitation.
"Better?" he asks, voice low and amused. "Now we're the same height." His eyes glitter with salt and shadow, unreadable in the way a tide always is—calm above, something deeper beneath.
He doesn’t want her quiet. Doesn’t want her retreating behind calm or steel or whatever self-preserving lie she might use to smother that fierce, ragged warmth burning through her thoughts. He wants her loud, full-throated. A storm the way only Colt knows how to be: dry-humoured, fire-eyed, and completely untamed.
So he just grins, all teeth and tide, and tugs her right back in.
One strong tug against her waist, and he’s backing up into the deeper water, the salt tugging at their limbs until the sea floor drops away. Her toes can’t reach anymore and soon his can't either. Only then does he ease one hand away, the other still firm and open on the small of her back. Not possessive. Just...available. A steadying weight, or something she can slip away from with a roll of her shoulder and a flick of her heel. No stakes. Just invitation.
"Better?" he asks, voice low and amused. "Now we're the same height." His eyes glitter with salt and shadow, unreadable in the way a tide always is—calm above, something deeper beneath.
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.
