time to roll the dice, you know i'm the type
"You’re telling me," she huffs softly, and though she'd known just how easily flesh could yield and snap, she simply hadn't expected her own to do the same.
The cold air that flurries through the cabin barely registers to her; she does not flinch from it or try to interpret it. She has never waited to be invited to take what she wants, and she doesn't start now. If she needs him close, she takes him close and lets him decide how to hold her in return. When his arms come around her, when his fingers slip through her hair with a familiarity that is almost reverent, her own hands tighten, not fragile but possessive, as though staking claim to something that is already hers. The softness in her embrace sharpens, not withdrawing but honing as she commits to the idea of survival.
The Ark draws in a slow breath and straightens in Jack's arms, chin lifting slightly as she studies his face. A crooked smirk that curves her mouth carries both challenge and resolve as she says, "train me. Train me the way you train." Her eyes search his, intent and unblinking. "I think I could’ve stopped that bottle. I think I could do a lot more if I knew how."
The cold air that flurries through the cabin barely registers to her; she does not flinch from it or try to interpret it. She has never waited to be invited to take what she wants, and she doesn't start now. If she needs him close, she takes him close and lets him decide how to hold her in return. When his arms come around her, when his fingers slip through her hair with a familiarity that is almost reverent, her own hands tighten, not fragile but possessive, as though staking claim to something that is already hers. The softness in her embrace sharpens, not withdrawing but honing as she commits to the idea of survival.
The Ark draws in a slow breath and straightens in Jack's arms, chin lifting slightly as she studies his face. A crooked smirk that curves her mouth carries both challenge and resolve as she says, "train me. Train me the way you train." Her eyes search his, intent and unblinking. "I think I could’ve stopped that bottle. I think I could do a lot more if I knew how."
time to risk my life, not afraid to die, i'm a straight up villain
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.
