i see nothing better, i'll keep him forever, like a vendetta
The Ark’s laugh comes softly while she is still catching her breath, and she lets herself settle back into Jack’s hold rather than immediately trying to straighten. She can see little more than the edge of his face from the corner of her vision, but his warmth surrounds her completely, and the waters of her mind stretch smooth and endless toward the horizon in answer.
When she finally lifts her hands from the counter, a pale saltwater print remains in the stained wood, shaped perfectly around her palm and interrupted only by Jack's ring that she wore. The sight earns a private curl of satisfaction before she pulls her pants back into place and runs both hands through her hair, fluffing the disordered maroon lengths around her shoulders. "Felt sturdy enough to me," she sighs contentedly, unaware that later that day the booth will be declared the perfect hideout by a pair of twins who'd chased a crab inside.
Accepting Jack’s offered hands, The Ark lets him boost her through the serving hatch and lands lightly on the other side. She stretches both arms high above her head, her whole body lengthening through the delicious pull of thoroughly used muscles, before slipping back against his side and threading her arm through his. "While I was in the market, I saw a woman wearing the most gorgeous leather." The memory spills obligingly into the waters between their thoughts, showing Jack a rich brown dress shaped close through the waist by a corseted bodice, the leather supple enough to move rather than merely wrap around its wearer. "She said it was ursur?" The Ark’s brows draw together slightly over the unfamiliar word. What she knows of Halo’s enormous white predators has all come second-hand, and none of it has included whether they make particularly good dresses.
When she finally lifts her hands from the counter, a pale saltwater print remains in the stained wood, shaped perfectly around her palm and interrupted only by Jack's ring that she wore. The sight earns a private curl of satisfaction before she pulls her pants back into place and runs both hands through her hair, fluffing the disordered maroon lengths around her shoulders. "Felt sturdy enough to me," she sighs contentedly, unaware that later that day the booth will be declared the perfect hideout by a pair of twins who'd chased a crab inside.
Accepting Jack’s offered hands, The Ark lets him boost her through the serving hatch and lands lightly on the other side. She stretches both arms high above her head, her whole body lengthening through the delicious pull of thoroughly used muscles, before slipping back against his side and threading her arm through his. "While I was in the market, I saw a woman wearing the most gorgeous leather." The memory spills obligingly into the waters between their thoughts, showing Jack a rich brown dress shaped close through the waist by a corseted bodice, the leather supple enough to move rather than merely wrap around its wearer. "She said it was ursur?" The Ark’s brows draw together slightly over the unfamiliar word. What she knows of Halo’s enormous white predators has all come second-hand, and none of it has included whether they make particularly good dresses.
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.
