I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky
Vesper grins down at her, the corner of his mouth tugging up in that slow, wicked way that always looks like it knows something you don’t—until he decides to let you in on the secret. "So what you’re sayin’ is...I did alright?" he drawls, lazy and pleased, the words like warm smoke curling through the spaces between them.
Her fingers tracing idle shapes against his skin draw a hum from deep in his chest, something content and full of heat, like a fire that hasn’t burned out yet, just banked low. The compliment earns a softer look from him—still sharp, but with a flicker of something that might be gratitude tucked behind it. Not many people ever get close enough to say things like that and mean it. Even fewer manage to make him feel it.
At the mention of apples, he groans playfully and lets his head drop against her shoulder, voice muffled against her collarbone. "Two apples? Well damn, I must'of done somethin' right, then."
He doesn’t move yet—too tangled up in the afterglow and the brush of her pulse against his—but eventually, his eyes flick toward the scattered mess of their clothes. "We should probably find our clothes at some point," he mutters against her skin. "No point of havin' avoided one kind of sand burn just to settle for another."
Her fingers tracing idle shapes against his skin draw a hum from deep in his chest, something content and full of heat, like a fire that hasn’t burned out yet, just banked low. The compliment earns a softer look from him—still sharp, but with a flicker of something that might be gratitude tucked behind it. Not many people ever get close enough to say things like that and mean it. Even fewer manage to make him feel it.
At the mention of apples, he groans playfully and lets his head drop against her shoulder, voice muffled against her collarbone. "Two apples? Well damn, I must'of done somethin' right, then."
He doesn’t move yet—too tangled up in the afterglow and the brush of her pulse against his—but eventually, his eyes flick toward the scattered mess of their clothes. "We should probably find our clothes at some point," he mutters against her skin. "No point of havin' avoided one kind of sand burn just to settle for another."
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.
