VESPER
Vesper grins, because of course that’s the kind of thing Mateo would say—flippant and flirty and just a little self-deprecating, like charm spun from goldleaf and tossed in the sun. He tilts his head lazily, pale hair shifting over one brow. "Mm. That so? Then what would you call what we got up to in Stormbreak?" he murmurs, voice all velvet drawl and quiet insinuation, as if the word date were too delicate for what had really transpired between their drinks and drugs and barely restrained indulgence.
The shadows slithering around Mateo’s leg stir at the invitation, curling higher up the inside of his thigh with all the deliberate grace of a whisper meant to undo. Vesper doesn’t look away, even as he lifts one brow and shrugs, silver rings catching the low light. "You said you wanted your night wrecked," he says mildly, though the smile curling at the corners of his mouth is anything but.
"But." A slow pause, a shift in posture, Vesper stepping back just enough to let the suggestion settle. "If you're after something with a little more...substance," he adds, voice dipping as his gaze flicks toward the back of the bar, "my addition to the Hanged Man wasn’t another chandelier. Carved out a private room in the back. Cozy. Quiet. Outta sight, not terribly big, but.." It had been a supply closet, after all. His fingers toy idly with a deck of cards beside him, but his gaze stays fixed on Mateo before dropping to his drink.
"Another?"
The shadows slithering around Mateo’s leg stir at the invitation, curling higher up the inside of his thigh with all the deliberate grace of a whisper meant to undo. Vesper doesn’t look away, even as he lifts one brow and shrugs, silver rings catching the low light. "You said you wanted your night wrecked," he says mildly, though the smile curling at the corners of his mouth is anything but.
"But." A slow pause, a shift in posture, Vesper stepping back just enough to let the suggestion settle. "If you're after something with a little more...substance," he adds, voice dipping as his gaze flicks toward the back of the bar, "my addition to the Hanged Man wasn’t another chandelier. Carved out a private room in the back. Cozy. Quiet. Outta sight, not terribly big, but.." It had been a supply closet, after all. His fingers toy idly with a deck of cards beside him, but his gaze stays fixed on Mateo before dropping to his drink.
"Another?"
wake me when it's over
like a bad dream
like a bad dream
☆ 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.
