Safrin
Even as the interior of her shrine plays host to Jack's gale, Safrin's hair remains in perfect waves that frame her face and seem to stir only when the moment calls for it. It's a real shame he can't see the vivid contrast of blue and red the way she can, and had his thoughts not caressed all the right parts of her vanity, she might have taken the time for him to see her as she was seeing him.
But oh, he had made it all about her with the sort of violent promises and careless regard for anyone or anything that wasn't her, and with Ronin playing at being a good man, Deimos turning her down, and Sunjata needing TiMe, how she desperately, desperately had missed this.
"How very generous of you.." Safrin says at last, and it certainly sounds as though she is willing to play along. Release his cheek, Safrin presses her fingertip against one of his lips, now smeared with—sails flutter full of wind as a hull breaks through cerulean seas that sparkle with starlight—his blood. Coquettishly she considers it for a moment and—jack's hand runs along the wood of the Ark, and his bones will sing with safrin's laughter—then raises it just beneath his left eye. Making a—starlight swirlslike in the movie pulsing the way certain organs do when—small star there that will remain no matter how often—knuckles are made white with tension, clutching fresh sheets—Jack tries to wash it away. For a moment there will be—sweat that smell of the sea and hands as relentless as the waves—a singular flash of pain the likes of which Jack will never have felt before. But then it will all be—the ark slides sensually out of the water, silhouetted against the moon—over; only Safrin's smile will remain.
"Your ship aways, Captain."
Jack has been given
Ark (basic) | A ship that is able to fly only at night. Bright starry nights move her sails the fastest, whereas cloudy skies will feel like windless seas. Leaves a shimmer of starlight in her wake rather than ripples. Gracefully descends at dawn.
He's also been branded with a small star tattoo, beneath his left eye.
But oh, he had made it all about her with the sort of violent promises and careless regard for anyone or anything that wasn't her, and with Ronin playing at being a good man, Deimos turning her down, and Sunjata needing TiMe, how she desperately, desperately had missed this.
"How very generous of you.." Safrin says at last, and it certainly sounds as though she is willing to play along. Release his cheek, Safrin presses her fingertip against one of his lips, now smeared with—sails flutter full of wind as a hull breaks through cerulean seas that sparkle with starlight—his blood. Coquettishly she considers it for a moment and—jack's hand runs along the wood of the Ark, and his bones will sing with safrin's laughter—then raises it just beneath his left eye. Making a—starlight swirls
"Your ship aways, Captain."
Jack has been given
Ark (basic) | A ship that is able to fly only at night. Bright starry nights move her sails the fastest, whereas cloudy skies will feel like windless seas. Leaves a shimmer of starlight in her wake rather than ripples. Gracefully descends at dawn.
He's also been branded with a small star tattoo, beneath his left eye.
