if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
He humours her point about Torchline with a tilt of his head, eyes narrowing slightly like he’s sketching the route in the air. It’s all performance though, because when he finally shrugs, it’s weighted, the kind of movement that carries more than it lets on. "Best not go too far, then," he drawls, the words slipping easy.
Her remark about Edith earns a crooked smile that tugs up one corner of his mouth. "Guess it depends if her eyesight’s worth testin’," he murmurs, his tone a shade too sly to be mistaken for innocent. And then there isn’t much room for conversation at all, because she’s already pulling him in close enough that the only thing left to answer with is his mouth.
The kiss folds over him like nightfall, her thoughts dimming until they’re nearly silent, leaving him standing in a rare and delicate hush. Most minds are loud, spilling colours, words, shapes he never asked for. Hers usually hums with a steady energy, busy with movement, guarded even when playful. But now it goes still, quiet as snow, and the absence of sound feels like stepping onto sacred ground. It steals something out of him in return—the sarcasm, the guarded ease—leaving only the raw want to press deeper, to chase that silence until he can drown in it. His hand slides from her hip to the small of her back, pulling her close enough to taste the heat she’s trying to hide in that quiet, while his other hand slides down to claim her thigh, pitching her back just enough to feel her weight suspended in him as he dips her.
He draws her upright without breaking the kiss, drinking in the rare stillness she’s offered him. If Edith was watching, well, he’d happily make a spectacle of it. When breath finally pulls them apart, his blue eyes hold hers, sharp and soft all at once, and he raises a brow at her complaint. "Am I?" The words curl warm in his throat, though the answer’s already painted over the wall. Because if she glances past her shoulder, she’ll see his shadows busy with brushstrokes, steady as if they’d never paused, painting the house in silence.
Her remark about Edith earns a crooked smile that tugs up one corner of his mouth. "Guess it depends if her eyesight’s worth testin’," he murmurs, his tone a shade too sly to be mistaken for innocent. And then there isn’t much room for conversation at all, because she’s already pulling him in close enough that the only thing left to answer with is his mouth.
The kiss folds over him like nightfall, her thoughts dimming until they’re nearly silent, leaving him standing in a rare and delicate hush. Most minds are loud, spilling colours, words, shapes he never asked for. Hers usually hums with a steady energy, busy with movement, guarded even when playful. But now it goes still, quiet as snow, and the absence of sound feels like stepping onto sacred ground. It steals something out of him in return—the sarcasm, the guarded ease—leaving only the raw want to press deeper, to chase that silence until he can drown in it. His hand slides from her hip to the small of her back, pulling her close enough to taste the heat she’s trying to hide in that quiet, while his other hand slides down to claim her thigh, pitching her back just enough to feel her weight suspended in him as he dips her.
He draws her upright without breaking the kiss, drinking in the rare stillness she’s offered him. If Edith was watching, well, he’d happily make a spectacle of it. When breath finally pulls them apart, his blue eyes hold hers, sharp and soft all at once, and he raises a brow at her complaint. "Am I?" The words curl warm in his throat, though the answer’s already painted over the wall. Because if she glances past her shoulder, she’ll see his shadows busy with brushstrokes, steady as if they’d never paused, painting the house in silence.
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.
