maybe smoking one more cigarette won't turn your lungs to ashes
Vesper’s smirk unfurls slow and deliberate, a curl of shadow at the edge of a flame. "Pretty sure they can bring the fun to you outside, if that’s how you like it," he murmurs, letting the words settle between them with a lazy confidence that feels almost like a dare.
When she appraises him in return, open as a hand on a card table, he lifts a single brow in answer. Her certainty about staying, about crossing paths with him again, flickers through her thoughts with a warm, hungry edge. He lets it roll over him, cool as a tide sliding beneath a dock, and his lips twist into the faintest ghost of a smile. "Y’know," he says, tone dipping softer, richer, "maybe we will."
And just when the moment might have deepened—when the rain, the close shadowed lane, the steady thrum of her pulse might have spun it into something more—his shadows sweep up beneath his boots like a breath reversing direction. They gather, curl, fold around him.
Then he’s gone.
Or close enough.
Thirty feet away, hidden behind the crooked edge of a jutting building, he reforms from mist and quiet laughter, the whisper of displaced rain the only sign he was ever there at all.
~FIN
When she appraises him in return, open as a hand on a card table, he lifts a single brow in answer. Her certainty about staying, about crossing paths with him again, flickers through her thoughts with a warm, hungry edge. He lets it roll over him, cool as a tide sliding beneath a dock, and his lips twist into the faintest ghost of a smile. "Y’know," he says, tone dipping softer, richer, "maybe we will."
And just when the moment might have deepened—when the rain, the close shadowed lane, the steady thrum of her pulse might have spun it into something more—his shadows sweep up beneath his boots like a breath reversing direction. They gather, curl, fold around him.
Then he’s gone.
Or close enough.
Thirty feet away, hidden behind the crooked edge of a jutting building, he reforms from mist and quiet laughter, the whisper of displaced rain the only sign he was ever there at all.
~FIN
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.
