it's fine to fake it 'till you make it
Safrin’s smile deepened—not the bright, blinding flash she gave the world, but something more intimate, molten and slow, reserved for creatures like Jack who dared to meet her here and offer themselves so openly. Her fingers brushed lightly against his outstretched wrist, an idle caress that sent a ripple of starlight across his skin.
For a breathless moment, she held him there—caught between her hands like a constellation just waiting to be remade. "You’re welcome," she murmured, and though the words were simple, the way her mind unfurled against his was anything but.
For an instant, Jack would feel her without the careful veil she often kept between them. Her thoughts didn’t flow like mortal ones did; they blazed—solar flares of lust and longing, galaxies spinning on unseen axes, the gravitational pull of countless stars dragging at his soul. Every spark of her pleasure was a supernova, every thread of affection a meteor burning bright through endless dark. Touch me, see me, belong to me, the universe whispered, though no single word was ever spoken.
As starlight spilled from her fingers, it coalesced on Jack’s skin, seeping into the golden tan of his wrist like ink. Slowly, delicately, Safrin etched a compass rose into his flesh—each point sharp and fine as a star’s spear, the centre an unfathomable black, deeper than mere ink could ever reach. Around it, constellations stirred: tiny stars, no larger than freckles, moving gently as if blown by some cosmic wind, always circling the compass, always guiding.
"There," Safrin said, her voice a low purr, her thumb gliding over the newly-marked skin in an almost possessive stroke. "No matter where you are, Jack Barclay, you will always know where home is."
And for a fraction of a second longer, her mind stayed open to him—a slow, devastating promise of everything he could never quite have, but that she would let him taste, again and again, if he only stayed within her orbit. Then the weight of her presence drew back—just enough to let him breathe again, if only barely. "Now, why don't you go ahead and try it out?"
Jack has received:
Compass Rose Tattoo | A celestial tattoo on Jack's inner wrist that will teleport him to his cabin on the Ark. Range: within the same board.
For a breathless moment, she held him there—caught between her hands like a constellation just waiting to be remade. "You’re welcome," she murmured, and though the words were simple, the way her mind unfurled against his was anything but.
For an instant, Jack would feel her without the careful veil she often kept between them. Her thoughts didn’t flow like mortal ones did; they blazed—solar flares of lust and longing, galaxies spinning on unseen axes, the gravitational pull of countless stars dragging at his soul. Every spark of her pleasure was a supernova, every thread of affection a meteor burning bright through endless dark. Touch me, see me, belong to me, the universe whispered, though no single word was ever spoken.
As starlight spilled from her fingers, it coalesced on Jack’s skin, seeping into the golden tan of his wrist like ink. Slowly, delicately, Safrin etched a compass rose into his flesh—each point sharp and fine as a star’s spear, the centre an unfathomable black, deeper than mere ink could ever reach. Around it, constellations stirred: tiny stars, no larger than freckles, moving gently as if blown by some cosmic wind, always circling the compass, always guiding.
"There," Safrin said, her voice a low purr, her thumb gliding over the newly-marked skin in an almost possessive stroke. "No matter where you are, Jack Barclay, you will always know where home is."
And for a fraction of a second longer, her mind stayed open to him—a slow, devastating promise of everything he could never quite have, but that she would let him taste, again and again, if he only stayed within her orbit. Then the weight of her presence drew back—just enough to let him breathe again, if only barely. "Now, why don't you go ahead and try it out?"
Jack has received:
Compass Rose Tattoo | A celestial tattoo on Jack's inner wrist that will teleport him to his cabin on the Ark. Range: within the same board.
'till you do. 'till it's true.
