maybe smoking one more cigarette won't turn your lungs to ashes
The haze of the Last Whisper clings to him like perfume and smoke, sweet with vice and rain. Lanternlight shivers across the slick cobblestones, catching in the soft shimmer of the constellation marks on his skin. Vesper moves unhurriedly through the narrow lane, coat brushed dark with moisture, shadows parting for him as if they know better. Beneath the surface of the murmuring crowd, the thoughts are a low tide—want, worry, pleasure, deceit—but one mind stands out in all that noise.
The girl’s frustration hums bright and impatient, the memory mud answering her irritation with every slop and jiggle. He slows when he catches sight of her: dark skin, shovel in hand, rain plastering stray curls to her temple as she wrestles with the inevitable. The puddle ripples, stubborn as sin. "Y’know," he drawls as he passes, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, "ain’t sure there’s much point in tryin’ to move it." His tone is lazy, conversational, but his eyes are sharp beneath the fringe of pale hair. "Seen folks try. Comes back the next day like it missed ya."
He pauses long enough to ruffle a hand through his damp hair, the motion slow and absent, before flicking his gaze back toward the wriggling mud. "Best way I’ve seen’s to lead it somewhere it actually wants to stay. Elsewise, it’ll just keep followin’ ya home."
The girl’s frustration hums bright and impatient, the memory mud answering her irritation with every slop and jiggle. He slows when he catches sight of her: dark skin, shovel in hand, rain plastering stray curls to her temple as she wrestles with the inevitable. The puddle ripples, stubborn as sin. "Y’know," he drawls as he passes, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, "ain’t sure there’s much point in tryin’ to move it." His tone is lazy, conversational, but his eyes are sharp beneath the fringe of pale hair. "Seen folks try. Comes back the next day like it missed ya."
He pauses long enough to ruffle a hand through his damp hair, the motion slow and absent, before flicking his gaze back toward the wriggling mud. "Best way I’ve seen’s to lead it somewhere it actually wants to stay. Elsewise, it’ll just keep followin’ ya home."
But all it takes is gas to burn a city down with matches
☆ 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.
