VESPER
Vesper’s expression darkens further as she ties off Biscuit, a breeze slipping between them and catching the collar of his coat just enough to flutter the navy fabric like a flag of mild annoyance. "Hadama put the word out," he mutters, as if the explanation leaves a sour taste in his mouth. His shoulders rise in a nonchalant shrug, but the tension at the back of his jaw lingers a breath too long. "Demigod politics. Everyone’s got somethin’ to prove."
He glances sidelong at her, the faintest smile twitching at the edge of his mouth. "Did get halfway to your place after," he admits, voice low and wry. "Had this idea I’d stop in, sit on your porch, maybe stay the night.." A huff of quiet laughter slips from his chest, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "But I was in a piss poor mood. Didn’t want you thinkin’ it had anythin’ to do with you, so I fucked off instead."
Then her saddle comment lands, and the grin that breaks across his face is slow and sharp, all glinting teeth and raised brow. "If you get to make leather for ridin’ me, darlin’, then I get to return the favour." He lets it hang there for a beat, implication purring between them like a lazy cat too smug to move. Then, chuckling, he adds, "And maybe ‘hey, fuck you’ was exactly what I meant to say."
He falls into step beside her as she suggests walking, the crunch of dried grass soft under their boots. "Foot it is. I’ll shift when we get closer." "is eyes narrow faintly toward the slope of the meadow, watching the sway of the grassline. “Even upwind, I wouldn’t be surprised if those bastards got some extra sixth sense for things with teeth. Better not to spook ‘em till you’re ready."
His hand brushes hers for a second—an absent touch, but not accidental—as if to say he was here for more than just the hunt, without putting too much weight on the words.
He glances sidelong at her, the faintest smile twitching at the edge of his mouth. "Did get halfway to your place after," he admits, voice low and wry. "Had this idea I’d stop in, sit on your porch, maybe stay the night.." A huff of quiet laughter slips from his chest, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "But I was in a piss poor mood. Didn’t want you thinkin’ it had anythin’ to do with you, so I fucked off instead."
Then her saddle comment lands, and the grin that breaks across his face is slow and sharp, all glinting teeth and raised brow. "If you get to make leather for ridin’ me, darlin’, then I get to return the favour." He lets it hang there for a beat, implication purring between them like a lazy cat too smug to move. Then, chuckling, he adds, "And maybe ‘hey, fuck you’ was exactly what I meant to say."
He falls into step beside her as she suggests walking, the crunch of dried grass soft under their boots. "Foot it is. I’ll shift when we get closer." "is eyes narrow faintly toward the slope of the meadow, watching the sway of the grassline. “Even upwind, I wouldn’t be surprised if those bastards got some extra sixth sense for things with teeth. Better not to spook ‘em till you’re ready."
His hand brushes hers for a second—an absent touch, but not accidental—as if to say he was here for more than just the hunt, without putting too much weight on the words.
wake me when it's over like a bad dream
☆ 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.
