JACK
"I feel like I could sleep for another one," Jack mutters, his voice the same rough cadence Flora has heard the last time he'd awoken beside her. Scrubbing a hand across his face and rolling onto his back to risk a stretch, the leftover bruises on his body show as darker splotches in the moonlight streaming in from his windows, the captain's back arching as if to give more space for his magic to caress and cool him off. Relaxing at last, he blinks dozily up at the ceiling before his gaze slips back to Flora.
"It's the middle of the night," he says, answering her unspoken question. "Moon's still high." And gods it really would be nice to slip back into a slumber; his limbs are already starting to ache, feeling weighty with fatigue and over-exertion, but as ever, his mind is quicker to come around. "Drink?" he offers, slowly peeling himself up into a sitting position, raking a hand back through hair that has dried in unruly waves around his shoulders thanks to being damp.
Water, whiskey or whatever else he has in his liquor cabinet - it's up to Flora.
"It's the middle of the night," he says, answering her unspoken question. "Moon's still high." And gods it really would be nice to slip back into a slumber; his limbs are already starting to ache, feeling weighty with fatigue and over-exertion, but as ever, his mind is quicker to come around. "Drink?" he offers, slowly peeling himself up into a sitting position, raking a hand back through hair that has dried in unruly waves around his shoulders thanks to being damp.
Water, whiskey or whatever else he has in his liquor cabinet - it's up to Flora.
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
