I need your hand but I don't want to burn it
Moonlight gathers over Colt in thin sheets of silver, catching along her cheek and the slope of one shoulder until the sight threatens to draw old memories up by their roots. Other nights beneath open skies, skin made pale by starlight and grass pressed flat beneath them, rise close enough that Vesper could follow every familiar line back to where his hands had once known it. He lets the thought sink before it can take him with it, fixing instead on the indigo shadows beneath her eyes and the disbelief spreading through the rest of her face.
None of it surprises him, of course. He’d expected suspicion and anger, though the shape her doubt takes is almost enough to make him smile before the challenge arrives. A small laugh slips out of him then, genuine despite everything, and his brow rises as his head tips thoughtfully to one side. "Well, for one, you’re right. I ain’t tryin' to be funny."
His blue eyes slide back to her, travelling over the lines of her face while the peppermint bark rolls once between his fingers. It’s a cheap proof, answering the thought beneath her words rather than the words themselves, and he knows it won’t be enough. With one shoulder lifting in a faint shrug, Vesper settles his attention fully on her mind, leaving himself open to whatever she chooses to throw at him. "Go on then, think of anythin' you want." His mouth twists with dry amusement. "Doesn’t have to be a number, or a colour, or the sorts of bullshit they ask at carnivals."
For all the ease he puts into the invitation, his pulse has begun to knock harder beneath his skin. This secret has survived because no one knew where to look for it, and now he’s placing the blade directly into Colt’s hand, waiting to discover whether she means to test its edge or drive it somewhere soft.
None of it surprises him, of course. He’d expected suspicion and anger, though the shape her doubt takes is almost enough to make him smile before the challenge arrives. A small laugh slips out of him then, genuine despite everything, and his brow rises as his head tips thoughtfully to one side. "Well, for one, you’re right. I ain’t tryin' to be funny."
His blue eyes slide back to her, travelling over the lines of her face while the peppermint bark rolls once between his fingers. It’s a cheap proof, answering the thought beneath her words rather than the words themselves, and he knows it won’t be enough. With one shoulder lifting in a faint shrug, Vesper settles his attention fully on her mind, leaving himself open to whatever she chooses to throw at him. "Go on then, think of anythin' you want." His mouth twists with dry amusement. "Doesn’t have to be a number, or a colour, or the sorts of bullshit they ask at carnivals."
For all the ease he puts into the invitation, his pulse has begun to knock harder beneath his skin. This secret has survived because no one knew where to look for it, and now he’s placing the blade directly into Colt’s hand, waiting to discover whether she means to test its edge or drive it somewhere soft.
No I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it
☆ 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.
