VESPER
Vesper’s growl lingers in his throat as he pads forward, the sound fading into a low, deliberate rumble while he scents the air. The reek of the thing is foul enough to smear across the back of his tongue, blood threaded through with the wrongness of void rot, and it’s impossible to tell by smell alone if it’s taken its last breath. Vesper shifts back in the grass with a ripple of bone and muscle, the starfield of his coat collapsing into skin as he drops to a knee beside the carcass. One of his shadows slides forward, silent as a tide under moonlight, laying itself across the unicorn’s throat. The faint, sluggish push beneath them tells him all he needs to know, and with a slow exhale, he lets them slip away into the grass. "Dead."
With a sigh he straightens from a crouch, raking a hand through hair still mussed from the fight before turning toward Colt. His grin is slanted, a sharp little thing softened at the edges. "Good shootin’," he drawls, voice edged with something warm enough to cut through the blood and rot in the air. The words aren’t idle; he’d tracked every shot, every measured breath she’d taken before loosing, and there’s a quiet satisfaction in the fact she’d landed them true.
Vesper closes the distance between them, boots brushing through grass still bent from their passage. He stops near enough that his shadow slips across hers, eyes roaming over her in a quick, unhurried sweep—checking for any cuts in her clothes, any smear of red that doesn’t belong to the beasts. Only once he’s satisfied does his gaze lift back to hers, one brow tipping upward in silent question before his mouth curves again. "Not bad for a second date," he murmurs, the dry edge to it matched by the faint glint in his eyes, though the way he lingers there says more than the tease does.
With a sigh he straightens from a crouch, raking a hand through hair still mussed from the fight before turning toward Colt. His grin is slanted, a sharp little thing softened at the edges. "Good shootin’," he drawls, voice edged with something warm enough to cut through the blood and rot in the air. The words aren’t idle; he’d tracked every shot, every measured breath she’d taken before loosing, and there’s a quiet satisfaction in the fact she’d landed them true.
Vesper closes the distance between them, boots brushing through grass still bent from their passage. He stops near enough that his shadow slips across hers, eyes roaming over her in a quick, unhurried sweep—checking for any cuts in her clothes, any smear of red that doesn’t belong to the beasts. Only once he’s satisfied does his gaze lift back to hers, one brow tipping upward in silent question before his mouth curves again. "Not bad for a second date," he murmurs, the dry edge to it matched by the faint glint in his eyes, though the way he lingers there says more than the tease does.
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.
