furya's heart's

Soul mark (Riddick)

He must have realized what I was doing, because he leaned forward, his head very close to my jugular. I heard the inhale, and my face flamed uncomfortably, as I realized he was scenting me. For fuck's sake! He acts like an animal. A predator. I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth, trying to ignore the scent of masculinity, sweat, cloves, blood, and steel.

My fingers finally un-knotted the blasted blindfold, and it fell away. He straightened up, looking me in the eye, causing to suck in a breath, mystified.

"There's moonlight in your eyes," I barely spoke above a whisper as a hand came up to trace just above his cheekbone, " beautiful." His head leaned into the touch, as my hand moved from under his eye to cup the side of his face. He eyed me with a calculative look in his eyes, breaking me from my trance. "Sorry," I muttered before pulling my had away to grab the goggles in my pocket and fastening them around his head as gently as I could. "I'll get this bit out now." My hands slid behind hid head, unclasping the latch as he spat the bit out. My hands moved to rub the tenseness from his jaws. He gave a low grumbling groan.

"Oh, you're such a good girl, aren't you, babygirl?" My eyes widened as the words fell from his lips.

Oh, fuck. I started to fall backwards, but he tightened his thighs around my hips, keeping me in a tenuous balancing act. A hand shot forward and grabbed his shirt, using that to pull myself up.

"Please let me go." I murmured, now upright. His legs relaxed.

"You scared of me?" He asked. I looked up to his goggled eyes.

"Yes." I all but whispered. "But not for the same reason everybody else is." He tilted his head, curiosity evident in his face. I backed away. "I should probably go now." I mumbled, face heating up as I turned to leave.

A chuckle froze me in place. "See you soon, babygirl." I almost tripped on my way out, trying to put as much distance as I could between us.

Riddick

 This is becoming interesting. I listened to the others shuffling around outside, talking about something here and there. I was hardly paying attention to them as I listened for her. The woman who murmured the words over my heart like she was in a trance. She was scurrying around, introducing herself as 'just Belle'. Belle, huh? Cute. And she was cute. Timid, yet bitter about something. She didn't seem to be afraid of me until I said something. Seemed sad, too. Like my words hurt her somehow.

"Hey, your shirt's ripped." A kid's voice. "Cool tattoo. What's it say? Can hardly make it out."

"Not a tattoo. It's a soul mark." She almost grunted.

"A what?" A woman's voice broke in.

"Look. When that ship took off from wherever it did, I didn't come on by normal means." Belle admitted.

"Stow away?" The ship's acting captain accused.

"Not voluntarily." The tiny woman grumbled. "One minute, I was going out to get the mail during this weird storm. Got out there, no noise. Not from the rain, not from anything else in the city. Couldn't see but a few inches in front of my face. Then, this white hot pain engulfs me, and I can't see or hear smell anything. Just as sudden as it starts, it stops and I'm in there trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Interplanetary transport isn't a thing except for science fiction where I'm from." She paused. "But where I'm from, you find your soul mate," she practically sneered those two words as if they left a bad taste in her mouth, "by the first words they say to you. Usually, the words show up when your soul mate comes into existence. So if your other half is already born, you're born with yours. They get theirs when you're born." I cocked my head to the side.

Soul mates? That little thing is my other half? I snorted. And she doesn't seem to hold much faith in it.

"Being soul marked to someone doesn't mean anything special, though. You can still cheat on your marked. Can still hurt them. Can even kill them. Being marked doesn't equate to happy ever after." She answered my musings unintentionally.

"But what's it say?" The kid's voice again.

"That, dear Jack, is between my soul mate and me." She answered.

"I've heard anomalies happen in thunder storms." Captain offered, almost as a consolation.

"Just my luck." My marked grumbled in discontent.

"Let's go see if we can find you another shirt, huh?" That exotic accented woman murmured, probably ushering my little woman off to help her cover my mark. The others followed, hoping to find water.

I like the ring of that. My woman. Could get used to that. I popped my arms out of their sockets to pull my arms above my head to slide the chain of my cuffs through the break in the beams, popping them back into place. Just gotta get her liking the idea, then I'm set. Of course, if she doesn't there's no real loss. I smirked at the thought, grabbing the welding torch to cut through my chains. Now to get the fuck outta here.