call me chaos, call me divine

The Ark

Her smile comes slow, the kind that shows up the way a tide does once it’s already decided where it’s going. It isn’t kind, exactly, but it’s familiar; close enough to affection to pass for it, sharp enough to keep its teeth. "We figured it out," she says with a loose shrug, as though that explains the storms, the scars, the years it took to learn where the strain would hold and where it wouldn’t for them both. Her gaze drifts over him, lingering in the way of someone who has always known his balance, his tells, the way he sets himself before committing to motion.

The smile tilts, crooked now, indulgent. "You took to flying much faster," she adds, brows lifting faintly, but of course that was no surprise given what a seasoned sailor he'd been by that point. "That was an upgrade I definitely didn't expect." There’s genuine surprise there, a ripple of it, quickly smoothed by a small laugh. Something pulls at her attention then, and her eyes slide away, unfocused, sensing rather than seeing. She shifts her shoulders, a subtle roll, and wrinkles her nose with quiet amusement. "The wind’s...everywhere, up here," she notes. "Tickles in places I’m not used to."

Her attention settles back on Jack easily, gaze narrowing just a touch as he calls her love. The look she gives him is catlike, knowing, pleased. She tips her head, studying him with deliberate patience, and tsks softly, mock-cholding but intimate all the same. "You’ve never been nervous talking to me before," she says, voice low and smooth as water along her keel.

Her touch is like a tempest, her whisper is a breeze,
but when she has a temper, she'll bring you to your knees

Code stolen from Queen Sky