Safrin
For the next few days or even weeks, the kinetic embrace of Safrin's touch will linger just on the tip of Jack's tongue. It will be a shimmer out of the corner of his eye, an itch he can't quite reach, a sneeze that never comes: the whisper of everything he had held in his hand, if only for a second, just outside of his reach.
"I'll do just that." Safrin grins over the rim of her goblet. "A pleasure doing business with you, Jack." She purrs.
However long the captain chooses to remain in her waking dream is entirely up to him. Rising from her seat, the goddess flashes him a coy smile over one shoulder before she descends down into the turquoise pool, the water immediately dissolving the lace over her gown.
The following morning the Ark's crew will all agree that they had a suspiciously good sleep, with several having found themselves fighting to slip back into the sorts of dreams that required a change of sheets come sunrise.
~FIN
"I'll do just that." Safrin grins over the rim of her goblet. "A pleasure doing business with you, Jack." She purrs.
However long the captain chooses to remain in her waking dream is entirely up to him. Rising from her seat, the goddess flashes him a coy smile over one shoulder before she descends down into the turquoise pool, the water immediately dissolving the lace over her gown.
The following morning the Ark's crew will all agree that they had a suspiciously good sleep, with several having found themselves fighting to slip back into the sorts of dreams that required a change of sheets come sunrise.
~FIN
