if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Word travels quick enough along the docks, quicker still when someone like Colt leaves a trail of intention behind her. By the time one of the coastal captains mentioned a certain rancher swinging a brush instead of a lariat, Vesper was already on his way.
The air in King’s End carries that Leafchange crispness now, a bite beneath the sun that says winter’s already eyeing the place. He’s dressed for it; dark coat left open over a fine-knit sweater, collar turned up against the wind, boots clicking soft on the packed earth. It's a long walk from the harbour, but utilizing his horse shift had made the trip relatively quick, and it’s easy enough to pick Colt out long before he’s close. Even with her overalls obscuring her curves and the smudge of paint blooming across the boards, there’s no mistaking that familiar sway of movement, the pale flare of hair pulled back, the stubborn set of her hat and boots.
He whistles low under his breath, the sound carrying a note of approval as he closes the distance. A glance slides from her to the stretch of house she’s working on, and he shades his eyes with one hand, letting his voice drift with deliberate mischief. "If only there was someone around with extra hands t’make this easier." Vesper's shadows answer before Colt can, with a few curling out along the boards near her elbow, lazy and sinuous like they’ve got all the time in the world. They flex once, a parody of readiness, before melting away again as if they’d only been idling there for the view.
The air in King’s End carries that Leafchange crispness now, a bite beneath the sun that says winter’s already eyeing the place. He’s dressed for it; dark coat left open over a fine-knit sweater, collar turned up against the wind, boots clicking soft on the packed earth. It's a long walk from the harbour, but utilizing his horse shift had made the trip relatively quick, and it’s easy enough to pick Colt out long before he’s close. Even with her overalls obscuring her curves and the smudge of paint blooming across the boards, there’s no mistaking that familiar sway of movement, the pale flare of hair pulled back, the stubborn set of her hat and boots.
He whistles low under his breath, the sound carrying a note of approval as he closes the distance. A glance slides from her to the stretch of house she’s working on, and he shades his eyes with one hand, letting his voice drift with deliberate mischief. "If only there was someone around with extra hands t’make this easier." Vesper's shadows answer before Colt can, with a few curling out along the boards near her elbow, lazy and sinuous like they’ve got all the time in the world. They flex once, a parody of readiness, before melting away again as if they’d only been idling there for the view.
And now it's turning out to be the worst of my bad habits
☆ 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.
