JACK
For the first time in a long, long while, even the crew are aware that their captain is very much Not Fine. Jack had been able to down enough healing water to slouch down into the deep, cool depths where the Ark has been brought into harbour, so he isn't plastered in red and purple and grime any longer. But fuck if he isn't still a state to behold, even after the second vial of water, which was just about enough to get him to his cabin.
And he's been there since, peeling the wet clothes from his body and sitting, for a time, at the edge of his bunk to simply breathe, as if all might right itself with enough air in his lungs. He couldn't summon even a wisp of it himself, not if his life depended on it; all the magic that lurks in his blood feels distant and out of reach, such that when someone taps at his door, it's a complete shock.
His head snaps up quick enough to make him dizzy, Jack pinching at the bridge of his nose and rising uneasily to his feet. "I'm busy," he grates out, recognising nothing of Flora's thoughts in the shellshock of pain (and the majority of his HP disappearing). Just in case it's someone who doesn't take no for an answer, the captain gets a towel around his waist and a knife in his hand, ready for a scuffle.
...Well. Ready for something.
And he's been there since, peeling the wet clothes from his body and sitting, for a time, at the edge of his bunk to simply breathe, as if all might right itself with enough air in his lungs. He couldn't summon even a wisp of it himself, not if his life depended on it; all the magic that lurks in his blood feels distant and out of reach, such that when someone taps at his door, it's a complete shock.
His head snaps up quick enough to make him dizzy, Jack pinching at the bridge of his nose and rising uneasily to his feet. "I'm busy," he grates out, recognising nothing of Flora's thoughts in the shellshock of pain (and the majority of his HP disappearing). Just in case it's someone who doesn't take no for an answer, the captain gets a towel around his waist and a knife in his hand, ready for a scuffle.
...Well. Ready for something.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
