if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
The swamp isn’t here, but it might as well be, the way it fogs through Colt's head; water dark as oil, breath heavy with rot, the sudden flicker of teeth where there shouldn’t be any. It slides into him without effort, the murk warping and pooling until his jaw tightens. She tries to skim over it, the way she does with most things that bite, but the image clings like brambles and he keeps it close, filing away the way she steels herself before she speaks.
Her ask comes dressed in humour, light enough to pass for a joke, but the undertow says she means it. He lets the corner of his mouth tilt, a slow pull rather than a smile, the sound of a laugh ghosting out as if he’s been given some private amusement. "One day you oughta try channelin’ me," he drawls, lazy on the surface, though the notion of her actually doing it lingers sharp in his mind. They hadn't ever really spoken about the fact that he was a demigod, but it was branded into her as an accepted to be able to call down things more powerful than she was when she felt inclinedor at least in 1 more level she'll be able to.
Nova’s name stirs a different tide in Vesper's mind and he drags a hand through pale hair like it might straighten the thought. "Guess I oughta hurry up with her armour," he mutters, the words low, pulled from somewhere that doesn’t see much light. Then, with the same ease he’d offer a cigarette, he offers, "could always come back to Torchline with me," he says, tone light but eyes cutting in, "soak in the healing fountain a while."
Her ask comes dressed in humour, light enough to pass for a joke, but the undertow says she means it. He lets the corner of his mouth tilt, a slow pull rather than a smile, the sound of a laugh ghosting out as if he’s been given some private amusement. "One day you oughta try channelin’ me," he drawls, lazy on the surface, though the notion of her actually doing it lingers sharp in his mind. They hadn't ever really spoken about the fact that he was a demigod, but it was branded into her as an accepted to be able to call down things more powerful than she was when she felt inclined
Nova’s name stirs a different tide in Vesper's mind and he drags a hand through pale hair like it might straighten the thought. "Guess I oughta hurry up with her armour," he mutters, the words low, pulled from somewhere that doesn’t see much light. Then, with the same ease he’d offer a cigarette, he offers, "could always come back to Torchline with me," he says, tone light but eyes cutting in, "soak in the healing fountain a while."
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.
