if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
Vesper’s grin tilts sharper as Colt drives her brush toward his shadows, the dark tendrils lazily curling away just in time, leaving her paint to cling only to the siding. "Careful," he murmurs, voice warm with amusement, "you’ll start thinkin’ you can boss ‘em around." The shadows slink back into nothing, their retreat deliberate, like a cat letting a mouse believe it’s winning.
Her talk of hoses and ponds lands in his head before it reaches her mouth, and he sighs as if the universe has personally asked too much of him. "Findin’ you this sort of help’s soundin’ harder an’ harder by the minute," he drawls, though the flicker in his eyes says he’s already toying with the idea. Edith’s name drifts through her thoughts and earns a quiet, amused breath from him. "Maybe the help’d be charming enough she’d offer the shower instead of the hose."
The remark lingers with a faint twitch of a smirk, but the edge of playfulness softens as he steps forward, boots catching faint damp from the grass. He props one hand on the ladder, gaze trailing up past the faded denim, the stubborn set of Colt's shoulders, to the paintbrush still ready in her grip. Whatever she’s telling herself, the masquerade’s still clinging to her thoughts like smoke, and he’s never been the type to leave something smouldering unattended. "Come down a minute," he says, quiet but not quite asking, his blue eyes catching hers like he means to keep them there until she does.
Her talk of hoses and ponds lands in his head before it reaches her mouth, and he sighs as if the universe has personally asked too much of him. "Findin’ you this sort of help’s soundin’ harder an’ harder by the minute," he drawls, though the flicker in his eyes says he’s already toying with the idea. Edith’s name drifts through her thoughts and earns a quiet, amused breath from him. "Maybe the help’d be charming enough she’d offer the shower instead of the hose."
The remark lingers with a faint twitch of a smirk, but the edge of playfulness softens as he steps forward, boots catching faint damp from the grass. He props one hand on the ladder, gaze trailing up past the faded denim, the stubborn set of Colt's shoulders, to the paintbrush still ready in her grip. Whatever she’s telling herself, the masquerade’s still clinging to her thoughts like smoke, and he’s never been the type to leave something smouldering unattended. "Come down a minute," he says, quiet but not quite asking, his blue eyes catching hers like he means to keep them there until she does.
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.
