my heart is like a stallion
Vesper has to rely on the sounds alone now: the laughter she can't quite swallow, the whoop that rides the wind behind them like a banner, the way her breath catches and tumbles in time with the pounding of his hooves. It's music, all of it, but it’s not enough. Not compared to the golden curl of her thoughts, normally so present in the back of his mind like light through a canopy. Here, in this body, they’re locked away from him—just echoes now, muffled behind the thundering beat of their shared joy.
And still, gods, he’s starving for them.
The ache in his legs becomes an excuse, the burn welcome as it gives him cause to slow. The ocean’s rhythm begins to catch up again, and his pace falters—first to a canter, then to a trot, then to nothing at all. He doesn’t turn to head back though, just shifts without warning.
The change ripples through him like a crashing wave—magic peeling back his equine form until he’s flesh and breath and too much feeling once again. He sags to his knees in the surf, shadows curling reflexively around them to soften the landing as he instinctively reaches out to hold her thighs so she won't tumble.
Her mind hits him like the tide—warm, electric, real—and his breath hitches in a way that has nothing to do with the run he just finished. It seizes his chest, a hollow beat stretched wide, his pulse hammering like it’s trying to find the right tempo again. There’s no hesitation in his fingers as he turns and reaches for her, cupping her cheek with the same reverence he tucks his sister's in at night
And then he kisses her—slow, featherlight, breathless — like he might vanish if she pulls away. Like the only thing tethering him here is the way her mouth fits against his.
And still, gods, he’s starving for them.
The ache in his legs becomes an excuse, the burn welcome as it gives him cause to slow. The ocean’s rhythm begins to catch up again, and his pace falters—first to a canter, then to a trot, then to nothing at all. He doesn’t turn to head back though, just shifts without warning.
The change ripples through him like a crashing wave—magic peeling back his equine form until he’s flesh and breath and too much feeling once again. He sags to his knees in the surf, shadows curling reflexively around them to soften the landing as he instinctively reaches out to hold her thighs so she won't tumble.
Her mind hits him like the tide—warm, electric, real—and his breath hitches in a way that has nothing to do with the run he just finished. It seizes his chest, a hollow beat stretched wide, his pulse hammering like it’s trying to find the right tempo again. There’s no hesitation in his fingers as he turns and reaches for her, cupping her cheek with the same reverence he tucks his sister's in at night
And then he kisses her—slow, featherlight, breathless — like he might vanish if she pulls away. Like the only thing tethering him here is the way her mouth fits against his.
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.
