my heart is like a stallion
Vesper laughs low and quiet, the sound rasping against her ear as she settles against his back. If he weren’t so deep in the honey-brown of her gaze, he might’ve barked something smug at the idea of kissing him being a favour. Instead, as she loops around him, he lets the thought melt like seafoam. One hand slips back to splay across the outside of her thigh, grounding her there, while the other finds her fingers clasped against his chest, his grip lazy but sure.
He wades forward, the tide pressing against him like it’s trying to take her back—but it doesn’t matter. He’s got her now. The water dips to chest height, the weight of her pressed along his spine, her breath against his neck a quiet brand. "Y’know," he says over his shoulder, grin curling slow and sharp, "pretty sure if this was one of them romance novels, this is what would happen next.." He doesn’t finish the sentence, but instead immediately shifts beneath her.
The change rolls through him like surf against stone—sudden, fluid, powerful. Vesper's lean frame stretches, muscle and magic flooding through him as he becomes a sleek black stallion beneath her once ore, water sheeting off his sides as he surges forward.
The instant he feels her secure again, snug and locked around him, he flattens his ears and bolts.
Through the shallows he gallops like a shot fired from heaven itself—churning foam, the thunder of hooves against surf, a streak of vantablack against a mirror of sky. He doesn’t ask if she wants this; he knows she does. She’s earned it. He'd already had his little piece of paradise out in the ocean with her pressed up all warm against him, so she deserved to have hers: racing the wind, free and full of fire.
And if the ride turned velvet to sandpaper again, well—he’d be happy to make his apologies to the affected skin. Thoroughly.
He wades forward, the tide pressing against him like it’s trying to take her back—but it doesn’t matter. He’s got her now. The water dips to chest height, the weight of her pressed along his spine, her breath against his neck a quiet brand. "Y’know," he says over his shoulder, grin curling slow and sharp, "pretty sure if this was one of them romance novels, this is what would happen next.." He doesn’t finish the sentence, but instead immediately shifts beneath her.
The change rolls through him like surf against stone—sudden, fluid, powerful. Vesper's lean frame stretches, muscle and magic flooding through him as he becomes a sleek black stallion beneath her once ore, water sheeting off his sides as he surges forward.
The instant he feels her secure again, snug and locked around him, he flattens his ears and bolts.
Through the shallows he gallops like a shot fired from heaven itself—churning foam, the thunder of hooves against surf, a streak of vantablack against a mirror of sky. He doesn’t ask if she wants this; he knows she does. She’s earned it. He'd already had his little piece of paradise out in the ocean with her pressed up all warm against him, so she deserved to have hers: racing the wind, free and full of fire.
And if the ride turned velvet to sandpaper again, well—he’d be happy to make his apologies to the affected skin. Thoroughly.
they love it more when it's broken
☆ 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.
