VESPER
"Mm," Vesper drawls, smirk cutting sideways as his thumb sweeps idly across her back. "That might be true. I ain’t exactly easy to keep out."” His voice is low, curling like the smoke she’d imagined earlier, and there’s a glint in his eyes that speaks to mischief far older than their evening. "Though you’ve yet to see all my demigod abilities. One of ’em might just be walkin’ through gates." But when Colt mentions Sunjata’s electrified fences, he hums thoughtfully. "'See, now that’s somethin’ I’d like to not test." His smile turns crooked, more sheepish than suave for once. Showing up at Colt's place with his hands burned to hell didn't really sound like the sort of romantic gesture he'd be going for. Then again, if it was just hair standing on end, it might just be that she'd appreciate the wild-stallion vibe.
And then, as her voice, quiet and warm, telling him she isn’t wearing pants, his gaze drops, slow and deliberate, like it’s his fingers doing the tracing down the length of her legs. The smirk returns full force as his hands settle against her hips, his blue eyes gleaming like lightning poised behind stormclouds. "You’re right,"” he murmurs, teeth flashing faintly in the lantern light. "You sure don't."
For a breath, the world stills. Her desire crackles like static against his senses, bright and unfiltered, and it nearly pulls him under. He can feel her intent shift—the moment she thinks about giving in, about letting herself fall forward—and his own breath hitches, shadows curling instinctively along his spine like they’ve been summoned by want alone. But then she’s pressing back instead of forward, and the chuckle that rumbles from his chest is rougher than before, laced with something unspoken. He bites the inside of his cheek and inclines his head, playing along with the tease, even if his steps are a little faster than they were a minute ago.
"This way," he says, and gestures with a sweep of his hand.
The observatory, tucked high in the trees, looks quiet from the outside save for the wooden sign hung with a crooked smile: Closed for a special event. The door creaks open at their approach, already unlocked, and Vesper steps aside to let her in first, one brow raised as if to say yes, this is for you.
As they climb the winding staircase through the hollow trunk of the ancient tree, his voice fills the space between them, low and steady. "Normally I’d say outside’s better, but in the Greatwood, there’s too much canopy. Hard to get a clear view of the sky without climbin’ somethin’ or riskin’ bein’ eaten by somethin’. Figured this was the better option." There’s something almost apologetic in the way he says it—like offering her anything less than perfect requires explanation.
But when they reach the top, perfection greets them anyway. The dome of the observatory is fully retracted, revealing a velvet sprawl of stars overhead, clear and shimmering above the treetops. Dozens of candles flicker in the enclosed space, casting soft light over a spread of thick quilts and cushions. A picnic basket waits near the centre, a bottle of wine nestled beside glasses that glint invitingly in the starlight. Vesper exhales slowly, as if he’s been holding the moment in his chest until now.
And then, as her voice, quiet and warm, telling him she isn’t wearing pants, his gaze drops, slow and deliberate, like it’s his fingers doing the tracing down the length of her legs. The smirk returns full force as his hands settle against her hips, his blue eyes gleaming like lightning poised behind stormclouds. "You’re right,"” he murmurs, teeth flashing faintly in the lantern light. "You sure don't."
For a breath, the world stills. Her desire crackles like static against his senses, bright and unfiltered, and it nearly pulls him under. He can feel her intent shift—the moment she thinks about giving in, about letting herself fall forward—and his own breath hitches, shadows curling instinctively along his spine like they’ve been summoned by want alone. But then she’s pressing back instead of forward, and the chuckle that rumbles from his chest is rougher than before, laced with something unspoken. He bites the inside of his cheek and inclines his head, playing along with the tease, even if his steps are a little faster than they were a minute ago.
"This way," he says, and gestures with a sweep of his hand.
The observatory, tucked high in the trees, looks quiet from the outside save for the wooden sign hung with a crooked smile: Closed for a special event. The door creaks open at their approach, already unlocked, and Vesper steps aside to let her in first, one brow raised as if to say yes, this is for you.
As they climb the winding staircase through the hollow trunk of the ancient tree, his voice fills the space between them, low and steady. "Normally I’d say outside’s better, but in the Greatwood, there’s too much canopy. Hard to get a clear view of the sky without climbin’ somethin’ or riskin’ bein’ eaten by somethin’. Figured this was the better option." There’s something almost apologetic in the way he says it—like offering her anything less than perfect requires explanation.
But when they reach the top, perfection greets them anyway. The dome of the observatory is fully retracted, revealing a velvet sprawl of stars overhead, clear and shimmering above the treetops. Dozens of candles flicker in the enclosed space, casting soft light over a spread of thick quilts and cushions. A picnic basket waits near the centre, a bottle of wine nestled beside glasses that glint invitingly in the starlight. Vesper exhales slowly, as if he’s been holding the moment in his chest until now.
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.
