come real quick & get inside my mind
Vesper arrives with the sun on his shoulders and a roll to his gait that says he’s in no particular hurry, but has every intention of pulling his weight once he gets there. His shirt is half-unbuttoned and rolled at the sleeves, faded linen clinging in places from the heat, while the rest of him—sand-washed jeans, scuffed boots—carries the easy, dust-dappled confidence of someone made for summer. A light sheen of sweat glistens on his collarbone, already darkening the neckline of his shirt, but he doesn’t seem to mind the heat one bit.
The sight of Colt in her yellow shirt and dust-lined chaps stops him for just a breath longer than it should. He doesn’t say much when he joins her, just flashes a crooked grin that’s all teeth and mischief, tipping her a slow wink like they didn’t ride through hell and back together and then some. "Darlin'," he drawls low, like it’s a secret and a joke all at once, before turning to size up the rest of the scene.
His eyes land on Hawthorn next, taking in the tailored chaos of the other man’s outfit with a tilt of his head and a spark of recognition. "You’re one’ve the House staff, right?" he asks, voice casual as his shadows flick faintly near the edge of his boots. He nods, amiable and dry. "Seen you around. Vesper." No hand offered, but the look in his eyes is sharp and weighing—not unkind, just measuring. Not often a pretty face from the House showed up to get their hands dirty.
With that done, he drops down beside the ice chest, crouching to grab a water. "What’s first, boss?" he asks Colt, voice raised just enough to carry above the bustle of dogs and hoofbeats, gaze flicking sideways toward the dusty arena.
The sight of Colt in her yellow shirt and dust-lined chaps stops him for just a breath longer than it should. He doesn’t say much when he joins her, just flashes a crooked grin that’s all teeth and mischief, tipping her a slow wink like they didn’t ride through hell and back together and then some. "Darlin'," he drawls low, like it’s a secret and a joke all at once, before turning to size up the rest of the scene.
His eyes land on Hawthorn next, taking in the tailored chaos of the other man’s outfit with a tilt of his head and a spark of recognition. "You’re one’ve the House staff, right?" he asks, voice casual as his shadows flick faintly near the edge of his boots. He nods, amiable and dry. "Seen you around. Vesper." No hand offered, but the look in his eyes is sharp and weighing—not unkind, just measuring. Not often a pretty face from the House showed up to get their hands dirty.
With that done, he drops down beside the ice chest, crouching to grab a water. "What’s first, boss?" he asks Colt, voice raised just enough to carry above the bustle of dogs and hoofbeats, gaze flicking sideways toward the dusty arena.
☆ 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.
