VESPER
The shot sinks and so does the tension, dropping clean into celebration as Colt whoops and closes the distance with all the force of a dust storm rolling in. Her hat arcs away somewhere behind her, forgotten, and Vesper barely has time to straighten before she’s airborne, laughter in her throat and victory in her limbs. She lands on his back with the kind of confidence born in saddles and sun, thighs gripping sure around his waist, arms loosely slung like she’s always belonged there.
His hands go instinctively to her legs, steadying her with ease, not that she needs it. The strength in her is unmistakable, and he knows damn well she could ride him down to the floor if she wanted to. Still, he holds her like she’s worth the effort.
Across the table, Jesse’s muttering earns him nothing but a flat, unreadable look. Vesper doesn’t feed kindling to a fire already losing shape, and Jesse’s pride is already burning itself to the bone. Wyatt’s hauling him away with the firm professionalism of a man used to wrangling livestock, and that’s that.
Vesper’s fingers tighten briefly on Colt’s thigh—just enough of a squeeze to signal her dismount. Once her boots are on the floor again, he turns toward her with a look that’s half promise, half invitation. "Seein’ as we don’t have to be up early," he drawls, "seems a shame to let the night end here."
He’s just about to propose another round when the band, fresh off break, strikes up with a chord that hums through the bones of the floorboards. Music curls back into the dive like it never left. Vesper lifts a brow a flicks his head toward the dance floor before sliding an arm around Colt's waist—possessive in the way velvet is, soft but sure—and guides her through the shifting crowd. His shadows follow, discreet but firm, pressing out like invisible hands to keep any drunken bodies from swaying too close, forming a quiet barrier around them.
~FIN
His hands go instinctively to her legs, steadying her with ease, not that she needs it. The strength in her is unmistakable, and he knows damn well she could ride him down to the floor if she wanted to. Still, he holds her like she’s worth the effort.
Across the table, Jesse’s muttering earns him nothing but a flat, unreadable look. Vesper doesn’t feed kindling to a fire already losing shape, and Jesse’s pride is already burning itself to the bone. Wyatt’s hauling him away with the firm professionalism of a man used to wrangling livestock, and that’s that.
Vesper’s fingers tighten briefly on Colt’s thigh—just enough of a squeeze to signal her dismount. Once her boots are on the floor again, he turns toward her with a look that’s half promise, half invitation. "Seein’ as we don’t have to be up early," he drawls, "seems a shame to let the night end here."
He’s just about to propose another round when the band, fresh off break, strikes up with a chord that hums through the bones of the floorboards. Music curls back into the dive like it never left. Vesper lifts a brow a flicks his head toward the dance floor before sliding an arm around Colt's waist—possessive in the way velvet is, soft but sure—and guides her through the shifting crowd. His shadows follow, discreet but firm, pressing out like invisible hands to keep any drunken bodies from swaying too close, forming a quiet barrier around them.
~FIN
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.
