if you try and chase the sun you're never gonna catch it
It takes effort—more than he’s proud of—to keep his expression neutral as Colt's thoughts unspool around him. She doesn’t look back, but she doesn’t need to. The twist in her mind is enough. He doesn’t glance at the parcel either, the contents bleed sharp and bright across her thoughts, familiar as the tension laced through her voice, as the echo of when he'd shown up to help with her rodeo and found her attention drifting toward anything but him.
Vesper breathes out slowly, tongue running behind his teeth in a familiar pass at control. Can’t blame her, he supposes, for not leaping at the chance to have him closer. Still, it grates. Being handed something while she rides away feels a little too much like a avoidance, even if the words had meant to be kind.
The shadows retreat like they know their welcome’s worn thin, folding neatly into themselves as he takes the package in hand. With his other, he lifts the sack from his shoulder and offers it in trade to the trailing dusk, the tendrils curling around it like a final courtesy before fading entirely.
The gangplank creaks beneath his boots, and he doesn’t bother disguising the frustration tightening his jaw as he boards. The look alone is enough to keep most of the crew from trying their luck, not that he’d be much fun tonight anyway.
~FIN
Vesper breathes out slowly, tongue running behind his teeth in a familiar pass at control. Can’t blame her, he supposes, for not leaping at the chance to have him closer. Still, it grates. Being handed something while she rides away feels a little too much like a avoidance, even if the words had meant to be kind.
The shadows retreat like they know their welcome’s worn thin, folding neatly into themselves as he takes the package in hand. With his other, he lifts the sack from his shoulder and offers it in trade to the trailing dusk, the tendrils curling around it like a final courtesy before fading entirely.
The gangplank creaks beneath his boots, and he doesn’t bother disguising the frustration tightening his jaw as he boards. The look alone is enough to keep most of the crew from trying their luck, not that he’d be much fun tonight anyway.
~FIN
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.
