bottom line, we made it out the first time still in love and half alive
The Ark steps into him without hesitation, arms sliding up around his neck as though that is where they belong, leaning her weight fully into the half-embrace until it becomes something steadier. His promise settles inside her without resistance. There is not a single splinter of doubt in her; when he says no fire will burn her like that again, she accepts it as law.
Her mouth grows crooked at the mention of Murphy, and she lets out a low, amused chuckle. "I’ve felt what he gets up to in his cabin," she replies dryly, shrugging one shoulder. "And it feels the same." There is no judgment in it, only observation. Heat is heat and she knows its rhythm against her boards. But then she remembers what Jack said earlier, about assuming she already knew, and her expression shifts. She eases back just enough to look up at him properly, her hands still resting loosely behind his neck. "If there’s somewhere I can go...somewhere you could send me to learn, I would." She holds his gaze as she says it, not ashamed of the admission. Whatever holes were in her, now that she had the hands to do it herself, she could patch them if only someone could point them out.
Her mouth grows crooked at the mention of Murphy, and she lets out a low, amused chuckle. "I’ve felt what he gets up to in his cabin," she replies dryly, shrugging one shoulder. "And it feels the same." There is no judgment in it, only observation. Heat is heat and she knows its rhythm against her boards. But then she remembers what Jack said earlier, about assuming she already knew, and her expression shifts. She eases back just enough to look up at him properly, her hands still resting loosely behind his neck. "If there’s somewhere I can go...somewhere you could send me to learn, I would." She holds his gaze as she says it, not ashamed of the admission. Whatever holes were in her, now that she had the hands to do it herself, she could patch them if only someone could point them out.
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.
