if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
The flicker of pain in Colt's mind doesn’t just register—it lands like a pebble in still water, sending rings out until they touch something quieter in the young demigod. Whatever easy smirk he’d been wearing pulls into a frown before she’s even set her foot on the ground. He doesn’t bother with the usual preamble; one hand comes out of his pocket and extends toward her, loose but ready, as though catching her would be the most natural thing in the world. Shadows stir at his periphery in an unhurried climb up the ladder, wrapping themselves along the rungs until the whole thing seems to steady under their weight.
His gaze doesn’t stray from her, not even when she leans into her good leg. He marks the way she guards the other, the careful drop of her foot like she’s sidestepping glass, and his plans for a sly turn toward the masquerade fall away with the tide. "What’d you do?" he asks, voice pitched low, the usual lazy edge replaced with a kind of measured focus that makes the question feel heavier than its few words.
Underneath, the reach of his mind settles just far enough to catch the spill of whatever comes loose—whether it’s the simple truth or the sidesteps she thinks she can get away with. He’s not digging, not yet, but the net is there all the same, quiet and waiting, while his eyes hold hers as if she might try to walk right past the answer.
His gaze doesn’t stray from her, not even when she leans into her good leg. He marks the way she guards the other, the careful drop of her foot like she’s sidestepping glass, and his plans for a sly turn toward the masquerade fall away with the tide. "What’d you do?" he asks, voice pitched low, the usual lazy edge replaced with a kind of measured focus that makes the question feel heavier than its few words.
Underneath, the reach of his mind settles just far enough to catch the spill of whatever comes loose—whether it’s the simple truth or the sidesteps she thinks she can get away with. He’s not digging, not yet, but the net is there all the same, quiet and waiting, while his eyes hold hers as if she might try to walk right past the answer.
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.
