it's fine to fake it 'till you make it
"Doesn't make it any less true," Safrin purrs. All around them, The Ark begins to reassert herself, and even if Jack's body feels less than sturdy, at least the ship beneath his feet will.
"If you ever need anything else—" her lips hug the word need though Jack's telepathy will feel the word want traced against the inside of his bones. "—you know where to find me."
Slyly the goddess straightens, stretching her arms luxuriously over her head. If she's at all disappointed in Jack's abilities or efforts, there's no trace of it in her thoughts. "Oh he will." She vows of Zenith, before a warm rush of spring air carries her form away, though Jack will feel the lingering imprint she's left on him for more than a few days to come.
~FIN
"If you ever need anything else—" her lips hug the word need though Jack's telepathy will feel the word want traced against the inside of his bones. "—you know where to find me."
Slyly the goddess straightens, stretching her arms luxuriously over her head. If she's at all disappointed in Jack's abilities or efforts, there's no trace of it in her thoughts. "Oh he will." She vows of Zenith, before a warm rush of spring air carries her form away, though Jack will feel the lingering imprint she's left on him for more than a few days to come.
~FIN
'till you do. 'till it's true.
