Riddick fic
Chronicles of Riddick drabble for meme.
She didn’t hate Imam. He did his best with her. Jack wanted more than what he was willing to give her, wanted to head to the stars that shimmered through the atmosphere, a poor imitation of silver eyes.
Even after everything, after the mercs and the slavers and the desperate bid for freedom that landed her in Crematoria, she didn’t hate Imam. She didn’t even want to hate him.
Not like she wanted to hate Riddick. Hating him should be so easy-she wouldn’t have ended up in fucking Crematoria if she wasn’t searching for fucking Riddick.
And yet.
She didn’t hate Imam. He did his best with her. Jack wanted more than what he was willing to give her, wanted to head to the stars that shimmered through the atmosphere, a poor imitation of silver eyes.
Even after everything, after the mercs and the slavers and the desperate bid for freedom that landed her in Crematoria, she didn’t hate Imam. She didn’t even want to hate him.
Not like she wanted to hate Riddick. Hating him should be so easy-she wouldn’t have ended up in fucking Crematoria if she wasn’t searching for fucking Riddick.
And yet.