Recent content by Vespera

The world felt wrong. Too still. Too quiet. Like all the breath had been sucked out of it the moment Vespera hit the ground. Her cheek pressed into the slick cobblestones, her nose throbbing as blood mixed with the dirty rainwater in her mouth, choking her senses. She couldn't move yet. Couldn't...

Vespera stood frozen, her clothes soaked through with the rain. Every breath came sharp in her throat. Her big golden eyes, normally so quick to judge and defend, were wide now and completely unguarded as she stared past Ash at the woman who moved like death itself. No, she didn't move. She...

The inn's stairs creaked beneath Vespera's boots as she descended from their room, arms folded tight against her chest to ward off the chill that had begun to creep beneath her skin. The warmth of the fire in their room no longer clung to her and the absence of Ash's presence felt too sharp and...

Vespera was strangely quiet for a while. She didn't speak. Not at first after mentioning the off feeling about the day. She let the hush of the rain and crackle of the fire fill the silence between them, eyes lowered as her fingers twisted the game piece idly between them. Ash's voice was warm...

Vespera wasn't sure when the shiver in her limbs eased. Maybe it was when the heat of him bled slowly through the soaked fabric between them, seeping into her bones like the sunlight she wished would break through the storm clouds. Maybe it was when he curled around her like she was fragile...

The dream had clung to her like the warmth of the sun-drenched blankets. She had still been in it when the world started to shift. When the little cries from the cottage drifted through the dreamscape- soft and impossibly familiar. She had been smiling in her sleep, barely stirring as she rose...

In the quiet embrace of sleep, Vespera's breaths evened out to something slow and peaceful. The sunlight still kissed the side of her face where she lay, half rolled over to face Ash. But her mind drifted elsewhere- somewhere gentle and safe. The dream began with warmth. Not heat, nor fire...

Vespera huffed quietly, soft but exaggerated as her lips twitched despite her valiant effort to remain stoic. "I'm not psychotic." She muttered, her words mostly directed at the sky above her and not at him. "Just...expressive?" Her voice remained calm, light, but her cheeks were definitely...

Vespera huffed softly, her nose wrinkling in irritation. But she didn't argue. Not because she enjoyed being told 'no'- gods, she hated it- but because she felt it through the bond. The way his words had settled like stone, anchored, deep, immovable. It wasn't just Ash's own usual brand of...

She felt it long before he cleared his throat. It was there, right there. Pressing. Warm. Electric. The bond between them pulsing like a second heartbeat in her chest. It didn't matter when her eyes were closed. She could still feel him looking at her, could still feel the way his restraint...

Every word that left Ash's mouth peeled back another layer of him that she hadn't even known existed. And gods, she felt all of it. His anger, his pain, the storm that was always brewing behind those emerald eyes. But she'd never known the shape of it. Never understood how how tightly it wound...

Vess leaned back on her hands, letting the sun soak into her golden hair as she tilted her head up towards the sky. Her expression was unreadable as she contemplated his question. Would they survive if they lost magic? She didn't answer right away. She let that question drift with the breeze...

“Okay,” She nodded softly, her lashes fluttering as she looked down at the river and then back at him. Her voice was quiet, but certain. “Forgive each other and start over.” She wanted it. She needed it. She didn’t want to spend her life living in the past, not when it was filled with nothing...

Vespera said nothing at first. Her eyes stayed locked onto the rushing water, but her thoughts had drifted far beyond the sound- back into herself, into that quiet little voice that never stopped whispering how ridiculous her dreams were. She imagined herself waking in a little cottage with a...

She had been good at reading people- when she bothered to try. Maybe Ash had been right about her observational skills... This time, she did bother. She noticed the way his shoulder's stiffened as he spoke, the subtle twitch of his jaw or how his gaze locked onto the flowing river instead of...