#amaeranthos

@hiisfire​ said: i need a bigger dick

LARA CROFT,   become who you’re meant to be.

@amaeranthos​ asked  :  "I'm here - I'm here, now." (Jack. :3c)

(   my muse is tortured /  accepting !!  )

       Pain  explodes  behind  her  eyelids,  drifting  between  consciousness  and  unconsciousness.  .Jacqueline  fights  to  stay  awake,  afraid  that  if  she  closes  her  eyes  for  too  long,  she  won’t  wake  up  again;  but  everything  hurts.  It  hurts  to  move,  hurts  to  breathe—bruises  decorate  her  ribcage,  left  eye  is  swollen  near  shut,  lips  are  chapped  and  bloody  and  she  can  taste  the  metallic  tang  of  copper  on  her  tongue.  She  lays  curled  up  on  the  rotting  wood  floor,  ankles  and  wrists  bound  so  tight  she’d  lost  circulation  some  time  ago.  Blood  coats  the  ropes  around  her  wrists  from  struggling  until  they  are  raw.  She’s  put  up  all  the  fight  she  can  muster  these  last  seven  days,  but  it  has  taken  its  toll.  She  shivers,  shakes,  flinches  at  every  sound.  She’s  cold;  so  very  cold.  Throat  is  raw  and  parched—she  needs  water,  food.  They’ve  kept  her  alive,  only  barely.  Weakness  seeps  into  her  bones.

       For  one  terrifying  moment,  Jacqueline  believes  she  is  going  to  die  here  in  the  brig  of  this  ship  that  isn’t  her  father’s.  The  only  solace  to  come  from  it  would  be  that  she  didn’t  give  away  the  whereabouts  of  the  Pearl.  If  she  dies  tonight,  she  dies  knowing  she  didn’t  betray  her  father.  But  even  that  doesn’t  bring  very  much  comfort.  She  wants  to  go  home.

       The  lull  of  the  ship  as  it  sails  the  waters  is  enough  to  bring  her  to  the  brink  of  sleep,  but  a  sudden  influx  of  voices  followed  by  the  iron  clang  of  the  brig  opening  has  all  of  Jacqueline’s  defenses  raised  once  more.  Again?  She  thinks,  fear  creeping  up  her  spine.  She  expects  it  to  be  the  enemy  again,  come  for  another  round  of  “interrogation”.  Jacqueline  wills  herself  to  put  on  a  brave  face,  despite  the  pain  and  fear  coursing  through  her.  Adrenaline  is  all  she  has  left.  The  intrinsic  need  for  survival  pushing  her  to  fight  with  everything  she  has  left.  

       Jack,  we  found  her!  Was  that  Gibbs?  

       Oh.  The  world  tips  on  its  axis.  She  feels  sick.  Out  of  the  only  eye  that  isn’t  swollen,  she  sees  someone  rush  her  and  it  takes  everything  in  her  to  push  herself  backwards,  trying  to  get  away.  No,  no,  no!  her  mind  screams,  unaware  that  the  words  come  out  muttered  and  frightened.  A  hand  brushes  through  her  wet  hair  and  she  flinches  back.  

       Shhhh,  it’s  okay,  love.  I’m  here—I’m  here  now.

       Jacqueline  can  barely  make  sense  of  it.  She  feels  so  tired.  So,  so,  tired.  Someone  steps  around  her  and  soon  enough  her  hands  and  feet  are  cut  free  of  their  ropes.  She  barely  registers  when  Jack  picks  her  up,  wrapping  her  in  his  coat.  The  familiar  scent  of  rum  and  seawater  and  the  beating  of  his  heart  beneath  her  ear  finally  make  her  realise  that  she’s  safe;  that  Jack  is  there,  come  to  take  her  home.  A  bloody  and  bruised  hand  latches  onto  his  vest  and  she  promptly  buries  her  face  against  his  shirt—a  sob  wracks  through  her.  

       She  hasn’t  felt  this  vulnerable  or  scared  since  she  was  a  child,  but  the  emotional  relief  that  comes  with  being  rescued  doesn’t  stop  the  tears  from  flowing.  Jacqueline  cries  as  she’s  carried  out  of  the  brig.  

in which the ancient alien tries cup noodles for the first time.

she's eying the cup on the table cautiously, iridescent eyes slowly blinking as she watches steam rise from the instant noodles with a sliver of a pout. this was far from what she meant when she first signaled to gene that she was beginning to grow hungry. she stirs the chopsticks around in the cup with an almost childish delay: playing with her so-called food instead of consuming it. she's much more accustomed to food being heartier, fresher, and often still very much screaming.

( it added to the taste ).

the alien woman eyes slowly turn to her companion, only to find him too busy slurping down the contents of his own cup to concern himself with her discontentment. eventually, he feels her staring and when given an annoyed huff, he only shrugs back. she's on the verge of wordlessly whining in protest, something that feels so utterly unlike her ( but this entire dynamic with him has always been very unlike her, hasn't it? )

before she can give a proper response, gene does the unexpected: he swiftly leans forward, stealing a kiss before leaning back into place with a satisfied grin. he's back to eating his sodium-ridden food like what he did seconds prior hadn't even happened. she's left to sit quietly, weighing the moment and what it meant. if i eat this cardboard considered noodles.... with every passing second, her pupils begin to dilate like a cat, will that please him? will i get more kisses?

without any hesitation, she finally snatches the cup from the table and downs all of its contents in one, clean gulp - indifferent to gene's multiple shouts for her to ' eat it like a normal person! '. with a snap of her fingers, the now empty cup is gone in a shower of sparkles before she takes his cup and easily downs that too. ' hey! i was- ' but his annoyed grumbling is cut off the moment she slides onto his lap, now flustered stutters as she begins to lean in close. it's so close that she can almost taste the noodles and beer from his breath alone. so close that her tongue swipes against his lips when it slithers out before licking her lips in anticipation.

her gaze flickers from his eyes to his lips, wondering how he would taste if she bit down on them. honestly, it truly didn't matter where...just as long as she could have him. she wants gene in a raw, primal way - it's felt in the way her nails dig into the skin of his thighs. in the way she claims him in the small, possessive ways she's able to since she can't have want she truly desires: his body, his heart, everything, fully part of her.