doves and ravens fly the same
Vesper doesn't grin so much as he curves at the edges, the kind of smile that flickers like candlelight across a face built for shadow. Her voice is saccharine, but her mind is raw—a sharp-glass ache he can feel curling around the thought of losing him. Not just losing, really. Bracing. Planning. Resigned to a porch and a shot glass and the weight of stars she’d rather not name. He tastes it in her memory like gunmetal on the tongue, not that he lets it show.
Instead, he huffs a soft breath, a low snort of laughter pressed warm and quiet against the place her hand settles at his chest. "How ‘bout after your rodeo," he murmurs, like it’s the most obvious answer in the world. His thumb is still skimming slow arcs over her knuckles, grounding them both in the here and now—no weird Family tasks, no gods, no ghosts. Just her hand in his and the kind of promises that start soft and small.
"We’ll head north," he goes on, drawing it out like he’s painting it just for her. "Greatwood’s all colour start of Leafchange. Real pretty. Can do dinner...dancin’..." He leans in a little, close enough to brush a phantom kiss against her temple but never quite touching, letting his voice fill the space instead. "Then I’ll take you up to the observatory. Point out all the stars that ain’t got names yet. Or maybe the ones I reckon oughta be yours."
He lets it hang there, easy and unassuming—but threaded with quiet truth, like the slow tug of gravity pulling her in again.
Instead, he huffs a soft breath, a low snort of laughter pressed warm and quiet against the place her hand settles at his chest. "How ‘bout after your rodeo," he murmurs, like it’s the most obvious answer in the world. His thumb is still skimming slow arcs over her knuckles, grounding them both in the here and now—no weird Family tasks, no gods, no ghosts. Just her hand in his and the kind of promises that start soft and small.
"We’ll head north," he goes on, drawing it out like he’s painting it just for her. "Greatwood’s all colour start of Leafchange. Real pretty. Can do dinner...dancin’..." He leans in a little, close enough to brush a phantom kiss against her temple but never quite touching, letting his voice fill the space instead. "Then I’ll take you up to the observatory. Point out all the stars that ain’t got names yet. Or maybe the ones I reckon oughta be yours."
He lets it hang there, easy and unassuming—but threaded with quiet truth, like the slow tug of gravity pulling her in again.
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.
