VESPER
The wind shifts again as they climb, whistling low through the hollow bones of shipwrecks behind them and tugging gently at the longer strands of Colt's braid. Vesper watches the movement absently, his gaze trailing the line of her profile until she speaks causing the corners of his mouth to curl faintly. "Mm," he hums, shrugging one shoulder as if to ease the weight of the thought. "Just figured you’ve got enough on your plate without addin’ a grumpy demigod into the stew." It’s said lightly, with a chuckle tucked beneath the words, but it’s honest. The idea that someone might want to soften the sharp edges of his bad days hasn’t quite occurred to him—not in any way that sticks. He’s used to folding inward, not reaching out.
They move steadily into the rise of meadow, boots muffled by grass that whispers with the wind. Vesper’s gaze sweeps the horizon, alert for movement. "I don't see 'em yet," he murmurs, though the slight narrowing of his eyes says he doesn’t trust it to last. "If they rush us, I can put a shield between us. Might hold for a bit, but I’m hopin’ shiftin’ will do the trick. Big cat scent oughta make ‘em think twice."
She brushes against him again, and he doesn’t shift away. If anything, he leans just slightly into it, shadows sliding like smoke around their feet as if listening too. Her next words spark a quiet laugh from his chest, dry and sharp, his brow rising. "That a fact?" he drawls, eyes glinting as he casts a glance down at her. "Second date already? We’re movin’ fast, darlin'." Without warning, he reaches, a swift and fluid motion, catching her at the waist and drawing her in until her front presses flush against his chest. The grin that tugs at his mouth is all crooked lips and playful arrogance, but there’s warmth beneath it too; something quieter and more careful. "Well," he murmurs, dipping his head low, voice curling like smoke against her skin, "if it’s a date..."
And then he kisses her, sudden and sure, wanting to steal the breath between her grin and the laugh behind it, like it’s something owed.
They move steadily into the rise of meadow, boots muffled by grass that whispers with the wind. Vesper’s gaze sweeps the horizon, alert for movement. "I don't see 'em yet," he murmurs, though the slight narrowing of his eyes says he doesn’t trust it to last. "If they rush us, I can put a shield between us. Might hold for a bit, but I’m hopin’ shiftin’ will do the trick. Big cat scent oughta make ‘em think twice."
She brushes against him again, and he doesn’t shift away. If anything, he leans just slightly into it, shadows sliding like smoke around their feet as if listening too. Her next words spark a quiet laugh from his chest, dry and sharp, his brow rising. "That a fact?" he drawls, eyes glinting as he casts a glance down at her. "Second date already? We’re movin’ fast, darlin'." Without warning, he reaches, a swift and fluid motion, catching her at the waist and drawing her in until her front presses flush against his chest. The grin that tugs at his mouth is all crooked lips and playful arrogance, but there’s warmth beneath it too; something quieter and more careful. "Well," he murmurs, dipping his head low, voice curling like smoke against her skin, "if it’s a date..."
And then he kisses her, sudden and sure, wanting to steal the breath between her grin and the laugh behind it, like it’s something owed.
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.
