The Ark
The Ark gives a small nod at first, shoulders settling like canvas pulled too tight, and then her brow lifts. "Nearby?" The word rolls once in her mouth as her head tips, just enough to bare her throat. "You’re really going to leave me nearby, Jack?" There’s something warm in it, inviting, but the water underneath shifts, a reminder of what happens when distance is misjudged, a small with teeth.
When he speaks of ruling, she hums low in her chest and dips her chin again. "Too many lines tied to it," she says before shrugging, careless as a loosened knot. "Plenty of power to be had without taking on the crown. Maybe that's a better lesson for Vesper to learn, rather than whatever it is he's playing at."
Jack's laugh draws one from her in return, softer, and when he lets her hand go she doesn’t reach to reclaim it. Instead she turns, fingers closing around the rum bottle at his side, lifting it to her lips. The burn makes her breathe in through her nose, pleased, and she swallows before lowering it again. "If you’re not sleeping anyway," she says, glancing back at him over the rim of the bottle, "we might as well put the hours to use."
Her smile turns feline, slow and bright. "Want to introduce me properly to the crew?" She tilts her head, listening past the cabin walls, to boots shifting, to voices that rise and fall without settling. "They feel like they’re readying for weather," she adds lightly. "Fussying around on the decks, like a storm's about to break."
When he speaks of ruling, she hums low in her chest and dips her chin again. "Too many lines tied to it," she says before shrugging, careless as a loosened knot. "Plenty of power to be had without taking on the crown. Maybe that's a better lesson for Vesper to learn, rather than whatever it is he's playing at."
Jack's laugh draws one from her in return, softer, and when he lets her hand go she doesn’t reach to reclaim it. Instead she turns, fingers closing around the rum bottle at his side, lifting it to her lips. The burn makes her breathe in through her nose, pleased, and she swallows before lowering it again. "If you’re not sleeping anyway," she says, glancing back at him over the rim of the bottle, "we might as well put the hours to use."
Her smile turns feline, slow and bright. "Want to introduce me properly to the crew?" She tilts her head, listening past the cabin walls, to boots shifting, to voices that rise and fall without settling. "They feel like they’re readying for weather," she adds lightly. "Fussying around on the decks, like a storm's about to break."
Her touch is like a tempest, her whisper is a breeze,
but when she has a temper, she'll bring you to your knees
but when she has a temper, she'll bring you to your knees
Code stolen from Queen Sky
Siren's Wake | After she leaves a space, traces of her presence linger briefly: a faint scent of salt, the sound of distant water, a restless feeling in the chest. People rarely notice it consciously.
