VESPER
Vesper chuckles under his breath, low and crooked, like it’s been pulled up from somewhere warm and private. "That luck’s gonna go straight to her head," he murmurs, not quite looking at her yet. "Good thing I’ve got a whole other quest lined up to get her some armour from this snake I helped kill." His thumb brushes over the braided leather, his tone easy, but there’s something quieter beneath it. A weight. A pride. The kind of love he doesn’t say outloud; not often anyway.
But Colt’s still watching him, and her thoughts roll through him like a tide over sand, so when her gaze catches on the bracelet, when that flicker of disbelief opens wide and unguarded across her expression, he doesn’t look away. Doesn’t smirk or soften it. He just holds her there. "Was gonna ask you put it on," he says after a breath, voice lower now, thumb rubbing slow along the cord like he’s been waiting to say that. " But the party took a turn and I never quite got the chance."
Then, with a motion as fluid as the moon pulling the tide, he offers her his wrist. The constellation freckles there stir faintly, shifting like stars drawn toward her gravity. "Would you be so kind?" The look he gives her isn’t sweet. It’s too sharp for that. Too knowing. A grin cuts in, slow and wolfish, and he drags his free hand back through his hair, disheveling it just enough to match the lean of his posture. "And just so I’m clear," he drawls, the tease riding easy behind the words, "when you say you never wanna do somethin’ like that again...does that mean next year's rodeo won't have a belt buckle to win?" His brow lifts, amused. "Or just that we won't be roamin' through the desert to get it?"
But Colt’s still watching him, and her thoughts roll through him like a tide over sand, so when her gaze catches on the bracelet, when that flicker of disbelief opens wide and unguarded across her expression, he doesn’t look away. Doesn’t smirk or soften it. He just holds her there. "Was gonna ask you put it on," he says after a breath, voice lower now, thumb rubbing slow along the cord like he’s been waiting to say that. " But the party took a turn and I never quite got the chance."
Then, with a motion as fluid as the moon pulling the tide, he offers her his wrist. The constellation freckles there stir faintly, shifting like stars drawn toward her gravity. "Would you be so kind?" The look he gives her isn’t sweet. It’s too sharp for that. Too knowing. A grin cuts in, slow and wolfish, and he drags his free hand back through his hair, disheveling it just enough to match the lean of his posture. "And just so I’m clear," he drawls, the tease riding easy behind the words, "when you say you never wanna do somethin’ like that again...does that mean next year's rodeo won't have a belt buckle to win?" His brow lifts, amused. "Or just that we won't be roamin' through the desert to get it?"
Will I ever quit playing with matches?
Why am I making angels in the ashes?
Why am I making angels in the ashes?
☆ 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.
