VESPER
There’s a subtle shift the moment her thoughts ripple warm beneath his palm—like ink in clear water, like something rooted, flaring sudden and lush. The gesture might’ve started off easy, but now it anchors them with something deeper. Vesper doesn’t need to say anything to feel it; her mind does all the talking, and he listens in the way he always does: quietly, wholly, without crowding her.
His brows lift in a lazy arch. "Guess I’m just used to the women in my life takin’ all the credit when things go well," he muses, dry as driftwood in the sun. "Not that I mind. Keeps me humble." A lie, that. He’s never been humble a day in his life, but he doesn’t mind playing the part when it makes her smile like that.
He shrugs one shoulder, casual and crooked. "Ain’t hard to unlatch a gate. Might wanna look into magical fencing next time you’re buyin’ ranch supplies or chatin' with Frey." His grin curls a little wider. "An’ the bag of carrots was plenty, thanks. Though next time, I’m makin’ Nova carry me." Hopefully she'd have a shift large enough to facilitate this threat, but if not? Well, he was sure he could wrap his long legs around whatever furry creature she opted for.
Colt bumps him, and he sways obligingly like a ship in gentle tide, turning his head just enough to glance sidelong at her. "Am I now?" he murmurs, a shade too smooth to be innocent. But it’s her next line that lands like a lit match on dry kindling. The breath he draws is slow and deep, and his eyes flick up to the darkening canopy overhead, as if giving her the illusion of restraint. He’s not deciding—he decided the second she said sugar like that—but still he let's the moment hang. "Mm," he hums, like it’s a difficult decision. "Well, if you’ve already made up your mind ‘bout ridin’ me tonight..." He trails off, tone lazy, wolfish, and then he moves.
One hand slips to her lower back, warm and steady as he draws her in close, the press of him sudden and deliberate. His face dips toward hers, close enough for breath to mingle, for every promise in his smirk to slide from teasing to devastating. "Much as I'd normally take the easy route and skip through all the date stuff, I really did want to show you the stars first," he murmurs against her mouth, voice soft as sin. "So you’ll have to keep your pants on for now...at least until we get a better view of the sky."
His brows lift in a lazy arch. "Guess I’m just used to the women in my life takin’ all the credit when things go well," he muses, dry as driftwood in the sun. "Not that I mind. Keeps me humble." A lie, that. He’s never been humble a day in his life, but he doesn’t mind playing the part when it makes her smile like that.
He shrugs one shoulder, casual and crooked. "Ain’t hard to unlatch a gate. Might wanna look into magical fencing next time you’re buyin’ ranch supplies or chatin' with Frey." His grin curls a little wider. "An’ the bag of carrots was plenty, thanks. Though next time, I’m makin’ Nova carry me." Hopefully she'd have a shift large enough to facilitate this threat, but if not? Well, he was sure he could wrap his long legs around whatever furry creature she opted for.
Colt bumps him, and he sways obligingly like a ship in gentle tide, turning his head just enough to glance sidelong at her. "Am I now?" he murmurs, a shade too smooth to be innocent. But it’s her next line that lands like a lit match on dry kindling. The breath he draws is slow and deep, and his eyes flick up to the darkening canopy overhead, as if giving her the illusion of restraint. He’s not deciding—he decided the second she said sugar like that—but still he let's the moment hang. "Mm," he hums, like it’s a difficult decision. "Well, if you’ve already made up your mind ‘bout ridin’ me tonight..." He trails off, tone lazy, wolfish, and then he moves.
One hand slips to her lower back, warm and steady as he draws her in close, the press of him sudden and deliberate. His face dips toward hers, close enough for breath to mingle, for every promise in his smirk to slide from teasing to devastating. "Much as I'd normally take the easy route and skip through all the date stuff, I really did want to show you the stars first," he murmurs against her mouth, voice soft as sin. "So you’ll have to keep your pants on for now...at least until we get a better view of the sky."
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.
