it's fine to fake it 'till you make it
Dulling the cosmic impact of her thoughts so that her celestial nature would twinkle against Jack's telepathy rather than bombard it, Safrin extends a hand toward the captain, beckoning him closer. "Aren't the stars beautiful?" The heavens, whether aglow from the dream or simply awakened after LongNight, burst around them in a magnificent display. At that moment, without need for command, The Ark lifted off from the sea, soaring higher with an effortless grace.
Safrin's gaze, mischievous and inviting, never wavered from Jack's face. As she spoke, her hand moved languidly to caress the side of his jaw, a delicate yet deliberate touch that traced the strong line of his cheek, imparting a pulse of crisp starfire directly into his bones which would leave him feeling light and strong all at once. Her eyes roved appreciatively over him—the way his features caught the dying light, the subtle strength in his stance, and the greedy sort of fealty she knew he harboured for her.
"Jack…" Safrin began again, her voice soft and husky, as if every word was dipped in moonlight. The subtle flicker in her eyes deepened, and she drew a slow breath that seemed to suspend time. Maybe it even did. "Tell me," she purred, her tone both inviting and tantalizing, "what is your price for another child?" The cosmos of her mind briefly opened to him, the galactic spiderwebbing strata revealing the need for another demigod to take Seren's place.
Safrin's gaze, mischievous and inviting, never wavered from Jack's face. As she spoke, her hand moved languidly to caress the side of his jaw, a delicate yet deliberate touch that traced the strong line of his cheek, imparting a pulse of crisp starfire directly into his bones which would leave him feeling light and strong all at once. Her eyes roved appreciatively over him—the way his features caught the dying light, the subtle strength in his stance, and the greedy sort of fealty she knew he harboured for her.
"Jack…" Safrin began again, her voice soft and husky, as if every word was dipped in moonlight. The subtle flicker in her eyes deepened, and she drew a slow breath that seemed to suspend time. Maybe it even did. "Tell me," she purred, her tone both inviting and tantalizing, "what is your price for another child?" The cosmos of her mind briefly opened to him, the galactic spiderwebbing strata revealing the need for another demigod to take Seren's place.
'till you do. 'till it's true.
