her fight and fury's fiery, oh but she loves like sleep to the freezing
The Ark fixes Jack with a stare that is all predator’s patience and bright blue amusement, her mouth curling at one corner before she huffs a soft laugh beneath her breath. "I doubt it," she says, unconvinced that anything short of disaster could make him careless enough to truly start making mistakes.
At the mention of becoming a household name, she chuckles again, though there’s no vanity in it. Infamy has never mattered much to her for its own sake; she doesn’t need strangers turning her name over on their tongues to know what she is. But fear can be useful, and a reputation that opens doors or closes mouths has its place. With a brow raised, she rolls onto her side and slips from the bunk, entirely unbothered by her nakedness as she straightens amid the loose swath of red hair falling down her back. Her curves remain unapologetically on display as she glances down at Jack with a smirk. "When have you ever known me to be shy?"
She crosses to his desk with an easy sway of her hips and reaches for the tobacco again and begins to prepare another cigarette. Looking back over her shoulder, there’s a wicked curl to her lips, animosity banked beneath something far darker and more pleased in her eyes. "Who knows, indeed," she echoes before turning back to the cigarette between her fingers where her thoughts deep-sea dark and quietly hungry as she considers what Torchline might look like when its brightest figures return home.
~FIN
At the mention of becoming a household name, she chuckles again, though there’s no vanity in it. Infamy has never mattered much to her for its own sake; she doesn’t need strangers turning her name over on their tongues to know what she is. But fear can be useful, and a reputation that opens doors or closes mouths has its place. With a brow raised, she rolls onto her side and slips from the bunk, entirely unbothered by her nakedness as she straightens amid the loose swath of red hair falling down her back. Her curves remain unapologetically on display as she glances down at Jack with a smirk. "When have you ever known me to be shy?"
She crosses to his desk with an easy sway of her hips and reaches for the tobacco again and begins to prepare another cigarette. Looking back over her shoulder, there’s a wicked curl to her lips, animosity banked beneath something far darker and more pleased in her eyes. "Who knows, indeed," she echoes before turning back to the cigarette between her fingers where her thoughts deep-sea dark and quietly hungry as she considers what Torchline might look like when its brightest figures return home.
~FIN
sweet and right and merciful, all but washed in the tide of her breathing
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.
