i see nothing better, i'll keep him forever, like a vendetta
The Ark settles easily beneath Jack’s arm, matching his stride without thought as they leave the fountain behind. She has worn this body for only a handful of seasons, but there is nothing new in the way they move together. They have already crossed too many seas, weathered too many storms, and carried one another through too many lives for the adjustment from Captain and ship to man and woman to feel anything but inevitable.
She hums her agreement about the sails, already imagining fresh canvas snapping overhead beneath a Longheat wind. "Only one way to find out," she says when Jack turns them towards the new bar. Her bare feet earn them no resistance at the door, though The Ark wouldn’t have honoured a no-shoes policy even if someone had been foolish enough to post one. Flora, for better or worse, isn’t around, which leaves The Ark free to turn her thoughts elsewhere.
As they settle into a booth overlooking the water, The Ark leans forward across the table, damp hair spilling over one shoulder while a more interesting current begins to move through her thoughts. "What do you make of the rumours about a ship around here that can turn invisible?" she asks, sea-bright eyes narrowing with bright, tactical interest.
She hums her agreement about the sails, already imagining fresh canvas snapping overhead beneath a Longheat wind. "Only one way to find out," she says when Jack turns them towards the new bar. Her bare feet earn them no resistance at the door, though The Ark wouldn’t have honoured a no-shoes policy even if someone had been foolish enough to post one. Flora, for better or worse, isn’t around, which leaves The Ark free to turn her thoughts elsewhere.
As they settle into a booth overlooking the water, The Ark leans forward across the table, damp hair spilling over one shoulder while a more interesting current begins to move through her thoughts. "What do you make of the rumours about a ship around here that can turn invisible?" she asks, sea-bright eyes narrowing with bright, tactical interest.
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.
