bottom line, we made it out the first time still in love and half alive
As Jack shifts, she follows without thinking, rolling partly onto her side so they fit together more easily, though she remains thoroughly tangled with him. One leg stays hooked high around his waist and hip, keeping him close, while her arms wind comfortably around his shoulders and back. Her fingers drift lazily through his hair, combing and twisting without purpose, savouring the texture of it beneath her touch.
When his smile brushes her skin, she grins up at the ceiling, radiant and unguarded. Warmth spills through the waters of her mind in slow, luminous tides, no longer storm-tossed but glowing and expansive. The frost ring around them goes unnoticed; she feels only the steady press of him, the weight and heat of his body against hers.
"For as cocky as you've made me," she says lightly, a breath of laughter in her voice, "not even I would claim to know much after just one time." Her tone is teasing, bright again in the aftermath, though softer at the edges. She curls closer, arms tightening just slightly around him, holding him close. [asy]"Much more practice is required."
For now, though, she is utterly sated in a way she does not yet have language for. The satisfaction settles deep and sure inside her, a fullness that feels less like conquest and more like completion. Gratitude hums quietly through her thoughts; not dramatic or loud, but steady and sincere. He has taken care of her, as he always has, whether with tools and timber or with patient hands and steady guidance. Her love for him glows vast and uncomplicated, something whole and resplendent that exists nowhere else in all of Caido in quite this form.
When his smile brushes her skin, she grins up at the ceiling, radiant and unguarded. Warmth spills through the waters of her mind in slow, luminous tides, no longer storm-tossed but glowing and expansive. The frost ring around them goes unnoticed; she feels only the steady press of him, the weight and heat of his body against hers.
"For as cocky as you've made me," she says lightly, a breath of laughter in her voice, "not even I would claim to know much after just one time." Her tone is teasing, bright again in the aftermath, though softer at the edges. She curls closer, arms tightening just slightly around him, holding him close. [asy]"Much more practice is required."
For now, though, she is utterly sated in a way she does not yet have language for. The satisfaction settles deep and sure inside her, a fullness that feels less like conquest and more like completion. Gratitude hums quietly through her thoughts; not dramatic or loud, but steady and sincere. He has taken care of her, as he always has, whether with tools and timber or with patient hands and steady guidance. Her love for him glows vast and uncomplicated, something whole and resplendent that exists nowhere else in all of Caido in quite this form.
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.
