bottom line, we made it out the first time still in love and half alive
The Ark huffs a soft laugh at that, eyes narrowing with amusement as Jack's hand traces the corset’s structure. "I’m sure your fingers could be clever and quick if I needed them to be," she replies, voice low and easy, entirely confident in the claim.
When he suggests she’s already chosen what he would have, her smile shifts; small, satisfied, almost triumphant, as if having passed some little test she'd set for herself. She lets her fingertips drift through a heap of lingerie the tailor had been far too eager to present and far too flustered to survive, lace sliding between her fingers while she glances at Jack. With the tailor, she'd watched the his face go red and had enjoyed the sport of it, but with Jack, it was different.
When he stubs out the cigarette and starts gathering pieces, she watches him move, measuring nothing and everything at once. The items he selects earn a title of her head, and when he gestures her closer, she doesn’t hesitate. She crosses the space between them without pause, barefoot on the floor, and turns her back to him again. Her hands rise to gather her hair off her neck, holding it forward over one shoulder, baring the laces he’s just finished tying. She glances at him over her shoulder, mouth curving, eyes bright and daring. "Let’s see how fast you can do it."
When he suggests she’s already chosen what he would have, her smile shifts; small, satisfied, almost triumphant, as if having passed some little test she'd set for herself. She lets her fingertips drift through a heap of lingerie the tailor had been far too eager to present and far too flustered to survive, lace sliding between her fingers while she glances at Jack. With the tailor, she'd watched the his face go red and had enjoyed the sport of it, but with Jack, it was different.
When he stubs out the cigarette and starts gathering pieces, she watches him move, measuring nothing and everything at once. The items he selects earn a title of her head, and when he gestures her closer, she doesn’t hesitate. She crosses the space between them without pause, barefoot on the floor, and turns her back to him again. Her hands rise to gather her hair off her neck, holding it forward over one shoulder, baring the laces he’s just finished tying. She glances at him over her shoulder, mouth curving, eyes bright and daring. "Let’s see how fast you can do it."
we didn't die, but no guarantees this time, but fuck it lets do it again
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.
