i see nothing better, i'll keep him forever, like a vendetta
The Ark chuckles beneath her breath, though superstition immediately tightens a faint current through her thoughts. "She hasn’t said yes yet. Don’t jinx it." Safrin may have little reason to refuse what she intends to ask, but captains and sailors have never survived by speaking too confidently of favourable winds before they arrive, and The Ark is as susceptible to that instinct as any vessel ever launched.
She hums her agreement around another bite of taco, taking her time with the last of it before drawing the lemon from her fingertips with her tongue. The brightness of it sings across her mouth, sharp enough to leave her pleasantly awake and comfortably full by the time she drains the rest of her coffee. Their server approaches again with nerves showing plainly in every careful step, only to announce that the meal has already been taken care of and there will be no charge. The Ark’s gaze lifts to Jack, the colour of sunlit shallows gleaming with amusement as one maroon brow rises. "Well, well," she murmurs, a satisfied smirk spreading across her lips. "How about that." Pushing her plate back, she'll wipe her hands a final time on her napkin before sliding on her boots now that both they and she were completely dry. "Shall we?"
She hums her agreement around another bite of taco, taking her time with the last of it before drawing the lemon from her fingertips with her tongue. The brightness of it sings across her mouth, sharp enough to leave her pleasantly awake and comfortably full by the time she drains the rest of her coffee. Their server approaches again with nerves showing plainly in every careful step, only to announce that the meal has already been taken care of and there will be no charge. The Ark’s gaze lifts to Jack, the colour of sunlit shallows gleaming with amusement as one maroon brow rises. "Well, well," she murmurs, a satisfied smirk spreading across her lips. "How about that." Pushing her plate back, she'll wipe her hands a final time on her napkin before sliding on her boots now that both they and she were completely dry. "Shall we?"
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.
