I miss the misery

JACK

"Good for Torchline." To no one's surprise, Jack doesn't glance at the flask let alone reach for it, and that alone might be an indication to Flora that he's shut himself out of her mind deliberately. He'll deal with his bruises and scrapes in his own time (and with his own liquor rather than any magical healing water). Lingering by the brazier for long enough to ensure the torch has caught, the Captain twists it this way and that until the flame crackles bright and radiant, a tiny twin to the enormous brazier that spawned it.

Feeling suddenly very thirsty and with embers still trying unsuccessfully to eat at the centuries old marble beneath his feet, Jack rests the torch in a nearby bracket meant for a sconce, once upon a time, and pushes up the sleeve that hasn't been attacked by his own magic. The compass rose tattoo, inky and threaded with celestial magic, glints on his wrist like something fresh and new despite him having had it for some time, and he's just grabbing the torch in preparation to get the hell out of dodge when his name hits the air.

"What, Flora?" he snaps automatically without looking at her, heading instead to the window he'd spilled in from, leaning out to see whether he can spot The Ark.

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!