bottom line, we made it out the first time still in love and half alive
The Ark doesn’t answer right away, though the quiet satisfaction of the meeting lingers beneath her thoughts. It isn’t smugness—there’s too much she doesn’t yet know, too much she felt rather than understood—but there’s a definite sense of having stepped into something larger and not been swallowed by it. Her gaze drifts briefly toward Jack, the faint lift of her brow carrying a trace of that thought. "You think she's immortal too?" She asks lightly, wondering if the Blackfox, like Jack, had decided already that one lifetime wasn't enough to properly set up their various ventures.
His comment draws a soft laugh from her, and she tips her head slightly as she considers the question, her attention shifting outward to the stretch of Kaiholo ahead. Lanternlight flickers across weathered wood and stone, the quieter hum of the port at night settling into something more selective, more intentional. "I want to drink in the sort of place where the men aren’t stupid," she says after a moment, glancing back at him with a small lift of her brows. She didn't want the loud, fumbling kind that mistake bluster for power, not the sort who grab and jeer and think themselves dangerous for it, but the ones who know better, who move with purpose, who might actually be worth Jack's attention for the right reasons instead of the wrong ones.
His comment draws a soft laugh from her, and she tips her head slightly as she considers the question, her attention shifting outward to the stretch of Kaiholo ahead. Lanternlight flickers across weathered wood and stone, the quieter hum of the port at night settling into something more selective, more intentional. "I want to drink in the sort of place where the men aren’t stupid," she says after a moment, glancing back at him with a small lift of her brows. She didn't want the loud, fumbling kind that mistake bluster for power, not the sort who grab and jeer and think themselves dangerous for it, but the ones who know better, who move with purpose, who might actually be worth Jack's attention for the right reasons instead of the wrong ones.
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.
