[Training] you tell me I'm walkin' on water

JACK

No sooner has Jack unleashed his bolt of lightning when he's forgotten all about it in favour of the crimson flowers Vesper has unintentionally gifted him, the captain slouching back against the rail to tug at his coat and shirt and examine the damage done by the... darkness that had spilled from the boy in a way his shadows had never quite managed.

At the sound of knees hitting the deck and a hacking cough, there's already fresh static crackling around Jack's body and burning in his eyes, though as he realises Vesper is calling a halt to their little spar - that what he'd done hadn't even been intentional - it blinks back out again. "No need to waste good mageglass," he grunts, peeling blood-sticky fabric away from the raw punctures against his skin.

"Fuck'd you learn how to do that?" he wants to know, levering himself upright and ignoring the way his breath rattles in his chest and his hands want to start shaking.

When he crosses the deck, it's with slow and careful steps, Jack holding out a hand for the boy, not that he thinks he'll actually be much help in getting him upright. "'Fraid we ain't in Torchline now. No healin' water on tap."

when I look at something, I see it for what it could be
when I look at something, I see how it ends

Code stolen from Queen Sky