i see nothing better, i'll keep him forever, like a vendetta
Jack’s shadow falls across her first, and The Ark tips her face up with a fiendish grin hidden partly behind a new pair of sunglasses. "Mmm, you have, haven't you." Another generous sweep of her tongue catches the softened edge before it can escape, slow enough to make the excuse entirely unconvincing, and only then does she offer it up to him.
"Well, I couldn’t just let it drip everywhere," she replies, as though the obvious solution had not been to leave his ice cream untouched.
Twisting on the bench, she takes in the cleaner line of his jaw and the tousled length left around his shoulders, visibly pleased that the barber had understood the assignment. The Ark hooks one finger over the bridge of her sunglasses and draws them down just enough to look at him properly over the top. "Looks like things went well in there," she observes, grin widening. The haircut and shave speak for themselves, but an hour is a long time for Jack to spend anywhere without finding some other thread worth pulling.
"Well, I couldn’t just let it drip everywhere," she replies, as though the obvious solution had not been to leave his ice cream untouched.
Twisting on the bench, she takes in the cleaner line of his jaw and the tousled length left around his shoulders, visibly pleased that the barber had understood the assignment. The Ark hooks one finger over the bridge of her sunglasses and draws them down just enough to look at him properly over the top. "Looks like things went well in there," she observes, grin widening. The haircut and shave speak for themselves, but an hour is a long time for Jack to spend anywhere without finding some other thread worth pulling.
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.
