VESPER
Vesper feels it as much as sees it; the way Colt slips from his side like she’s outrunning the scorch of something she didn’t mean to feel. The kiss might’ve been hers to steal, but the quake behind it was mutual, and Vesper’s been alive long enough to recognize the shift from fire to flame to fear. He watches her retreat to the bar with a stillness born of restraint, sharp blue eyes following the set of her shoulders, the speed of her steps. He doesn’t comment, wouldn’t dream of it.
When she returns, radiant and dangerous with liquor in each hand and bravado freshly lacquered over her nerves, he offers her a dusty smile. The kind that curls faint at the edge and settles in like a secret, unspoken and understood. He eyes the tequila she passes him with a sigh, resigned as an executioner. "A bar without rum, huh?" Still, he throws it back with the ease of someone who’s been dared. The burn hits his chest like wildfire, sharper than rum, and a quiet hiss slips through his teeth that he doesn't bother hiding.
Colt leans in for her next shot, all rhinestones and intent, and Vesper watches like he’s paid admission. When the ball thunks into the pocket, clean and smug, he takes the cue from her outstretched hand with a murmur of appreciation, his gaze flicking to Jesse and Wyatt like they might already be digging their own graves. "At least if y’all call it now," he offers dryly, "you might get a few extra hours sleep."
With a slow step to the side of the table, he lines up on the yellow 1, his long frame folding into the shot like it’s a second skin. One clean hit, and the ball disappears into the side pocket with a satisfying clunk. He straightens without ceremony, rolling the cue once in his hand, and glances toward Colt with a glimmer tucked behind his lashes. Their victory isn’t sealed yet, but he's starting to be able to taste it on his tongue as he offers the cue back to her.
When she returns, radiant and dangerous with liquor in each hand and bravado freshly lacquered over her nerves, he offers her a dusty smile. The kind that curls faint at the edge and settles in like a secret, unspoken and understood. He eyes the tequila she passes him with a sigh, resigned as an executioner. "A bar without rum, huh?" Still, he throws it back with the ease of someone who’s been dared. The burn hits his chest like wildfire, sharper than rum, and a quiet hiss slips through his teeth that he doesn't bother hiding.
Colt leans in for her next shot, all rhinestones and intent, and Vesper watches like he’s paid admission. When the ball thunks into the pocket, clean and smug, he takes the cue from her outstretched hand with a murmur of appreciation, his gaze flicking to Jesse and Wyatt like they might already be digging their own graves. "At least if y’all call it now," he offers dryly, "you might get a few extra hours sleep."
With a slow step to the side of the table, he lines up on the yellow 1, his long frame folding into the shot like it’s a second skin. One clean hit, and the ball disappears into the side pocket with a satisfying clunk. He straightens without ceremony, rolling the cue once in his hand, and glances toward Colt with a glimmer tucked behind his lashes. Their victory isn’t sealed yet, but he's starting to be able to taste it on his tongue as he offers the cue back to her.
rot gut whiskey's gonna ease your mind
but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?
but when the hell are you gonna ease mine?
☆ 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.
