this is drowning

JACK

"Not if someone's on hand to throw healing water at me every now and then," Jack counters, and though the captain can and will absolutely sleep for another stack of hours given the chance, first things first. He gets to his feet slowly, testing his balance and rolling his shoulders as if to decide if anything is sore enough to warrant another drink of fountain water, before setting off for the cabinet. "I'll take a knife to it in the mornin'," he decides of his hair, snagging a tie from the edge of his desk to sweep it up into a loose top knot in the meantime.

"Anythin' else for her highness?" he drawls, the amusement plain in his tone as he gingerly leans down to open the trunk. Tossing a button-up shirt to Flora - it seems grey in the moonlight but the sun will reveal it to be a soft, sky blue, Jack drags on a pair of loose sweatpants while he's at it, before returning to his rifling through his liquor.

Something sweet comes in the form of a cherry liqueur, Jack frosting the glass with his magic before handing it back to Flora as he slouches back down onto the bed. He has opted for whiskey, as one might expect, wanting the burn in his throat in the hopes that it will warm him from the inside, filling all the spaces the void had been just a few hours ago.

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!