doves and ravens fly the same
He tilts his head, casting a crooked smile down at her from beneath his pale lashes. " I won Pierce’s strongman contest, y’know," he says, tone casual but amusement curling around the edges. "Got a weird flower crown and a condescending pat on the cheek. Which, in hindsight, was its own brand of trauma. So—maybe." His grin deepens, but he doesn’t press the joke too hard. There’s something in the way she watches him—like she’s searching for what the world might’ve scraped raw beneath all his polish—against which he straightens, his shadows heeling between them.
Her dry remark draws a soft huff from his chest. "Oh she's confident," he murmurs with a little shake of his head. "Pretty, too." The compliment’s tossed out like a coin, light and insincere—but the way his eyes linger suggests he means it more than he lets on. "Dangerous combination."
Then comes her quip about the beach, and he feigns theatrical disappointment, sighing low through his nose. "Shame," he says, slanting a grin her way. "If you’d moved to Torchline, we’d’ve been practically neighbours. Think how often you’d have to pretend you weren’t thrilled to see me." He leans sideways into her just enough for their shoulders to knock, a quiet nudge that’s as familiar as flirtatious.
And then, quieter, stretching his arms out above his head as he walks, trying to shake the tension like it’s something he can shrug off, "I bet if the world was endin’…" He casts her a sidelong look, not a tease this time, just soft curiosity wrapped in shadow. "Reckon you’d stay right there on your ranch anyway." He lets the words hang for a moment before adding, "and then probably some guy you went to school with would show up, remindin' you of some promise you made drunk one night, about you and him at the end of the world."
Her dry remark draws a soft huff from his chest. "Oh she's confident," he murmurs with a little shake of his head. "Pretty, too." The compliment’s tossed out like a coin, light and insincere—but the way his eyes linger suggests he means it more than he lets on. "Dangerous combination."
Then comes her quip about the beach, and he feigns theatrical disappointment, sighing low through his nose. "Shame," he says, slanting a grin her way. "If you’d moved to Torchline, we’d’ve been practically neighbours. Think how often you’d have to pretend you weren’t thrilled to see me." He leans sideways into her just enough for their shoulders to knock, a quiet nudge that’s as familiar as flirtatious.
And then, quieter, stretching his arms out above his head as he walks, trying to shake the tension like it’s something he can shrug off, "I bet if the world was endin’…" He casts her a sidelong look, not a tease this time, just soft curiosity wrapped in shadow. "Reckon you’d stay right there on your ranch anyway." He lets the words hang for a moment before adding, "and then probably some guy you went to school with would show up, remindin' you of some promise you made drunk one night, about you and him at the end of the world."
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.
