doves and ravens fly the same
Vesper appears with the snap and sting of sudden summoning, shadows shrinking back from a ceiling he doesn’t recognize, from the scent of sweat and salt and something animal, and for the barest breath of time Vesper blinks, caught between worlds. The heat of the Rage Room still clings to him, the distant echo of Danta’s voice fractured by the tether's cruel urgency that suggests surely something was wrong. He was called, and by instinct he reaches for the shape of Colt's mind, hunting for danger, for fire, for—
Oh.
Oh.
The truth burns through him like alcohol on open skin. Not a threat, not fear, just need; knotted and sharp and unmistakably hers. The colours of her thoughts pulse in rhythm with the flush of her body, each jagged shape crying out for pressure, for relief, for him, and gods help him, he has seconds before the channel snaps shut and he's gone, so he doesn't hestitate.
Shadows surge and tangle, pushing aside the hands working between her thighs as he blankets her with his body. His mouth crushes against hers, catching a breathless gasp as he presses her into the mattress. Her heat sears him through the cable knit and the cotton, the ache of her splitting him open before he can even think of restraint. One shadow presses hungrily against her clit, circling once, hard and deliberate, before another plunges inside her with the confidence of someone who’s known her rhythm before. His hips rock forward, an involuntary grind of want and adrenaline as his hand fists in her hair, pulling her head back until her mouth opens beneath his, pliant and cursing, and gods, he drinks from her like he's been dying of thirst.
His other hand cups her breast through the sweater he left her, thumb brushing across the hard peak of her nipple before he tweaks it, rough and greedy. "Cum, Colt," he growls, his voice a gravelled snarl against her jaw, against the firelit shell of her ear. The word is a command, a gift, a curse. "Now."
But, ah, nothing in the world is fair. Not time, not magic, not him, because even as her body tightens, the six seconds vanish like smoke between clenched fists, and so does he.
Oh.
Oh.
The truth burns through him like alcohol on open skin. Not a threat, not fear, just need; knotted and sharp and unmistakably hers. The colours of her thoughts pulse in rhythm with the flush of her body, each jagged shape crying out for pressure, for relief, for him, and gods help him, he has seconds before the channel snaps shut and he's gone, so he doesn't hestitate.
Shadows surge and tangle, pushing aside the hands working between her thighs as he blankets her with his body. His mouth crushes against hers, catching a breathless gasp as he presses her into the mattress. Her heat sears him through the cable knit and the cotton, the ache of her splitting him open before he can even think of restraint. One shadow presses hungrily against her clit, circling once, hard and deliberate, before another plunges inside her with the confidence of someone who’s known her rhythm before. His hips rock forward, an involuntary grind of want and adrenaline as his hand fists in her hair, pulling her head back until her mouth opens beneath his, pliant and cursing, and gods, he drinks from her like he's been dying of thirst.
His other hand cups her breast through the sweater he left her, thumb brushing across the hard peak of her nipple before he tweaks it, rough and greedy. "Cum, Colt," he growls, his voice a gravelled snarl against her jaw, against the firelit shell of her ear. The word is a command, a gift, a curse. "Now."
But, ah, nothing in the world is fair. Not time, not magic, not him, because even as her body tightens, the six seconds vanish like smoke between clenched fists, and so does he.
VESPER
☆ 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.
