Vesper doesn’t need her to say any of it. The shape of her thoughts is already there—an unspoken weight and warmth braided together, tangled with restraint. He walks the length of it in silence, wandering the maze of her uncertainty and flushed affections like a man running his hands along walls painted with things she’ll never speak aloud. He doesn’t linger in one place too long, doesn’t press, just takes it in the way one might take in the scent of something they’re not meant to touch. And as always, there’s no flicker of it in his expression, just the steady, easy rhythm of his stride beside her.
If it weren’t for the call, he’d happily let gravity have its way, take them both down into the grass and keep her there until neither of them remembered what they’d been hunting for. Instead, the shrill note tears through the slope and he exhales heavily against her, tension ticking once through his jaw before he glances past her shoulder toward the sound. Releasing her, he straightens, the cold light in his eyes catching on the sudden shift in purpose.
The change comes smooth as breath; shadow crawls like a tide over his frame, fur bristling through the darkness until the jaguar stands in his place. There’s no ocean-colour to him—no green, no violet—just the deep black of an unlit sky, constellations pulsing faintly along his flanks in time with the slow sweep of his breath. He shakes once, claws raking the turf, then drops his head low and slips ahead of her.
A growl rumbles from deep in his chest, low and resonant, rolling through the air like distant thunder. He plants himself between Colt and the oncoming shapes, ears flattened, muscles coiled. When he roars, it’s a sharp, tearing sound meant to carry, a warning for the corrupted things charging down the slope that they will not get close enough to touch her.
If it weren’t for the call, he’d happily let gravity have its way, take them both down into the grass and keep her there until neither of them remembered what they’d been hunting for. Instead, the shrill note tears through the slope and he exhales heavily against her, tension ticking once through his jaw before he glances past her shoulder toward the sound. Releasing her, he straightens, the cold light in his eyes catching on the sudden shift in purpose.
The change comes smooth as breath; shadow crawls like a tide over his frame, fur bristling through the darkness until the jaguar stands in his place. There’s no ocean-colour to him—no green, no violet—just the deep black of an unlit sky, constellations pulsing faintly along his flanks in time with the slow sweep of his breath. He shakes once, claws raking the turf, then drops his head low and slips ahead of her.
A growl rumbles from deep in his chest, low and resonant, rolling through the air like distant thunder. He plants himself between Colt and the oncoming shapes, ears flattened, muscles coiled. When he roars, it’s a sharp, tearing sound meant to carry, a warning for the corrupted things charging down the slope that they will not get close enough to touch her.
all these little things together don't build up to somethin' small
☆ 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.
