i see nothing better, i'll keep him forever, like a vendetta
The Ark holds Jack’s gaze, sea-bright eyes glittering as her smile turns wolfish. "Mmm. Must still be some infection left in you, I guess." One maroon brow bounces in challenge, though the salt-sweet air spilling through the open window briefly steals her attention. She draws it deep into her lungs, letting the familiar mixture of sea and morning settle through her with the same pleasure as warm water moving along her hull.
Leaning back, she combs her fingers through her damp hair and winds one maroon lock around them until it forms a loose spiral. "You know, I don’t even think he realized it was me." Amusement slips into her voice without lowering its volume, because whatever discretion surrounded Flora’s secret marriage is hardly The Ark’s responsibility. [sy]"I never gave him my name, and surely Flora would’ve said something if she knew I’d kissed her secret husband." She rolls her eyes before Jack can grant Kaisel any more flattering a label than he deserves. "Calling him a himbo gives him too much credit. He’s a boy scout in a man’s body, and even that’s a stretch." Boyish is the kindest description she has for him, though nothing about the word is complimentary in the waters of her mind.
The prospect of old crew returning draws a more approving hum from her. "All the more reason to throw a party once we’re settled." As Jack reaches for the coffee pot, The Ark nudges her cup forward to join his. "That I’d like to do alone," she admits of visiting Safrin. The shipwright is a practical matter, one where Jack’s presence belongs as naturally as her own. Appearing before the goddess is something else entirely, a challenge she wants to meet without her Captain standing beside her to tilt the encounter in her favour. "Unless you think that’s unwise?"
Leaning back, she combs her fingers through her damp hair and winds one maroon lock around them until it forms a loose spiral. "You know, I don’t even think he realized it was me." Amusement slips into her voice without lowering its volume, because whatever discretion surrounded Flora’s secret marriage is hardly The Ark’s responsibility. [sy]"I never gave him my name, and surely Flora would’ve said something if she knew I’d kissed her secret husband." She rolls her eyes before Jack can grant Kaisel any more flattering a label than he deserves. "Calling him a himbo gives him too much credit. He’s a boy scout in a man’s body, and even that’s a stretch." Boyish is the kindest description she has for him, though nothing about the word is complimentary in the waters of her mind.
The prospect of old crew returning draws a more approving hum from her. "All the more reason to throw a party once we’re settled." As Jack reaches for the coffee pot, The Ark nudges her cup forward to join his. "That I’d like to do alone," she admits of visiting Safrin. The shipwright is a practical matter, one where Jack’s presence belongs as naturally as her own. Appearing before the goddess is something else entirely, a challenge she wants to meet without her Captain standing beside her to tilt the encounter in her favour. "Unless you think that’s unwise?"
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.
