VESPER
It should’ve pleased him, the way Colt stops like that. How she leans against the wall like the air’s gone thick with stars and wine and him. How her voice folds soft around his name like a prayer slipping between clenched teeth. But Vesper isn’t just watching her; he’s feeling her—in her, the way her chest tightens around something she doesn’t think she deserves, the fragile, fever-bright thrum of wonder that bruises as much as it lifts.
He exhales slow, a breath he didn’t mean to let go of, as if the ache in her has burrowed too far into his own ribs. It isn't a pleasant feeling, not for a telepath, but instead of shutting it out, he quietly steps forward. His hand lifts, not abrupt, not dramatic, just careful. Intimate. His fingers thread gently through her hair, deliberately avoiding the flower tucked behind her ear, and he tilts her face up toward him with the barest pressure.
His gaze drops to meet hers, blue on fire beneath the candlelight. There’s a furrow in his brow, some storm of thought he doesn’t voice, something he starts to say and swallows instead. The corners of his mouth twitch like he’s debating his next line—and then they don’t twitch at all. They soften. "Now what’s gone and got you like this?" he murmurs, voice just a little rough at the edges. "That a couple quilts and a bottle of wine got you unravelin’?" She'd implied it was him who'd gone and done it, but truth be told, the demigod wasn't so sure.
There’s a ghost of a smile, wry and tender all at once as he peers down at her. "You know you deserve better’n all this, right? Should take a godsdamned tempest to knock a girl like you off her feet. Not a handful of candles and a half-decent view." His thumb brushes against her cheekbone as he considers, knowing that she'd once been worried about his age, but now wondering if it wasn't the rodeo of her past that was gonna be the thing that crept in between them.
He exhales slow, a breath he didn’t mean to let go of, as if the ache in her has burrowed too far into his own ribs. It isn't a pleasant feeling, not for a telepath, but instead of shutting it out, he quietly steps forward. His hand lifts, not abrupt, not dramatic, just careful. Intimate. His fingers thread gently through her hair, deliberately avoiding the flower tucked behind her ear, and he tilts her face up toward him with the barest pressure.
His gaze drops to meet hers, blue on fire beneath the candlelight. There’s a furrow in his brow, some storm of thought he doesn’t voice, something he starts to say and swallows instead. The corners of his mouth twitch like he’s debating his next line—and then they don’t twitch at all. They soften. "Now what’s gone and got you like this?" he murmurs, voice just a little rough at the edges. "That a couple quilts and a bottle of wine got you unravelin’?" She'd implied it was him who'd gone and done it, but truth be told, the demigod wasn't so sure.
There’s a ghost of a smile, wry and tender all at once as he peers down at her. "You know you deserve better’n all this, right? Should take a godsdamned tempest to knock a girl like you off her feet. Not a handful of candles and a half-decent view." His thumb brushes against her cheekbone as he considers, knowing that she'd once been worried about his age, but now wondering if it wasn't the rodeo of her past that was gonna be the thing that crept in between them.
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.
