i see nothing better, i'll keep him forever, like a vendetta
The Ark arches a maroon brow over the rim of her cup, coy mischief brightening her expression."That’s twice this morning you’ve threatened me with a good time, Captain." A quiet laugh follows, softened against the coffee as she takes another sip, though the heat stirring through her thoughts suggests she has no intention of forgetting the offer.
When the server returns, The Ark orders a fish taco with extra lemon, then watches with open amusement as their attention catches on Jack a second time. Recognition has begun to settle over the table, edging caution into every glance directed their way, and the sight only deepens her smirk. It is satisfying to watch Torchline remember him in real time.
She hums her agreement when the conversation turns back to Flora, the name souring the pleasant current of the morning without quite spoiling it. Knowing how quickly the queen is likely to hear of their return gives The Ark some measure of when she might need to deal with her, especially when whatever understanding Jack has reached with Flora and Kaisel has no jurisdiction over her. Still, her attention drifts easily toward something far more welcome. Distance does little to weaken the awareness running through every board, mast, and deck she left behind in the harbour, and affection warms her smile as she feels the lightness of footsteps moving through her. "They do sound happy to be back," she murmurs. "They haven’t disembarked that quickly in a long time." Her focus stretches along the tether binding flesh to hull, counting the few remaining presences aboard before returning fully to Jack. "There are only a handful left onboard now."
Her sapphire gaze settles on him with quiet fondness. "And you," she adds, because he is every bit as welcome a sight in Kaiholo as she is, whatever trouble his return might eventually stir.
The Ark takes another drink before setting her cup down. "You’d be happy for me to visit Safrin about what we discussed?" she asks. She assumes the answer is yes, Safrin over any other herald or god, but it's best to check when mixing business, pleasure, and goddesses.
When the server returns, The Ark orders a fish taco with extra lemon, then watches with open amusement as their attention catches on Jack a second time. Recognition has begun to settle over the table, edging caution into every glance directed their way, and the sight only deepens her smirk. It is satisfying to watch Torchline remember him in real time.
She hums her agreement when the conversation turns back to Flora, the name souring the pleasant current of the morning without quite spoiling it. Knowing how quickly the queen is likely to hear of their return gives The Ark some measure of when she might need to deal with her, especially when whatever understanding Jack has reached with Flora and Kaisel has no jurisdiction over her. Still, her attention drifts easily toward something far more welcome. Distance does little to weaken the awareness running through every board, mast, and deck she left behind in the harbour, and affection warms her smile as she feels the lightness of footsteps moving through her. "They do sound happy to be back," she murmurs. "They haven’t disembarked that quickly in a long time." Her focus stretches along the tether binding flesh to hull, counting the few remaining presences aboard before returning fully to Jack. "There are only a handful left onboard now."
Her sapphire gaze settles on him with quiet fondness. "And you," she adds, because he is every bit as welcome a sight in Kaiholo as she is, whatever trouble his return might eventually stir.
The Ark takes another drink before setting her cup down. "You’d be happy for me to visit Safrin about what we discussed?" she asks. She assumes the answer is yes, Safrin over any other herald or god, but it's best to check when mixing business, pleasure, and goddesses.
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.
