i see nothing better, i'll keep him forever, like a vendetta
The Ark leans away just enough to put Jack properly beneath her scrutiny, her spine curving while his arm remains firm around her waist. She studies him with narrowed eyes and exaggerated concentration, as though somewhere in the depths of her mind she possesses a catalogue of fashionable hairstyles rather than charts, currents, and every useful way to sink an enemy vessel. Each suggestion briefly reshapes him in her imagination until the sight of the last has a wolfish smile spreading across her face. "Not a buzzcut," she decides, sliding her fingers from his temples through the wet length of his hair. "I like having something to pull."
Her hand closes at the base of his skull to prove the point, tightening until his head tips back beneath it. The Ark follows the movement at once, stealing a kiss from his upturned mouth. When she draws back, wicked amusement gleams in her eyes. "Besides, Bassian might cry if he's peer-pressured into cutting all his off too."
Her hand closes at the base of his skull to prove the point, tightening until his head tips back beneath it. The Ark follows the movement at once, stealing a kiss from his upturned mouth. When she draws back, wicked amusement gleams in her eyes. "Besides, Bassian might cry if he's peer-pressured into cutting all his off too."
i see how this is gonna go, touch me and you'll never be alone
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.
