i see nothing better, i'll keep him forever, like a vendetta
Whatever has risen from the depths of The Ark’s mind devours her without mercy, dragging Jack’s name from her again and again until it is no longer confined to the cramped booth or the breath between them. Her siren power catches each broken cry and carries it outward over the sand, giving it impossible reach until the sound rolls across the beach like a summons. Heads turn along the paths and startled hels scatter into the sky, but there can be no mistaking who has wrung such a sound from her or whose name she is offering so shamelessly to Torchline.
Her fingers spread beneath Jack’s as he pins her hand to the ledge, accepting the pressure and the claim of it while the waters of her thoughts remain a violent, glittering churn. Sensation breaks through her in diminishing waves, each one leaving her looser against him until awareness begins filtering back through the chaos. The Arclight sharpens beyond the hatch, sunlight returning to the edges of the world as the leviathan sinks slowly beneath the surface again, sated for now.
The Ark relaxes by degrees, though satisfaction still hums through every part of her as she untangles her fingers from Jack’s newly cut hair. She gives the tousled strands one final, appraising tug before looking back at him with a thoroughly wicked smirk. "The length is good."
Her fingers spread beneath Jack’s as he pins her hand to the ledge, accepting the pressure and the claim of it while the waters of her thoughts remain a violent, glittering churn. Sensation breaks through her in diminishing waves, each one leaving her looser against him until awareness begins filtering back through the chaos. The Arclight sharpens beyond the hatch, sunlight returning to the edges of the world as the leviathan sinks slowly beneath the surface again, sated for now.
The Ark relaxes by degrees, though satisfaction still hums through every part of her as she untangles her fingers from Jack’s newly cut hair. She gives the tousled strands one final, appraising tug before looking back at him with a thoroughly wicked smirk. "The length is good."
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.
