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[hishook]

moving hook to my multi so i'll write him more. ♥

[hishook]

moving hook to my multi so i'll write him more. ♥

[hishook]

He glanced down at his hook then back to her, shaking his head a little with the desire to tell her it was fine. She hadn't anything to apologize for. It'd been a little over ten years since he lost it, something he was more than used to. Besides... the hook added to him. It had given him his name and his title. But before he could say that she was asking if everything was okay and he stiffened, tensing slightly at the question. Sure, yes. Everything was okay, but at the moment it felt opposite. At the moment he felt like his head was swimming from more than the motion of the boat rocking against subtle waves.

"It's... fine," he confesses after a moment, dark hues flicking over her expression then glancing towards the quarters where their son had disappeared to. He bites his tongue of the question there, but he can't help himself from wanting to ask. Would his son know? Would it be alright for his son to know that he was his father? Would that do more harm than good? He releases the hold on his tongue and speaks carefully, "I.. I wish I knew how to proceed from here, Eliza. I feel as though I'm at a loss. I never... I never expected to see you again."

her lips parted at the news of crowe's passing. she knew that it had to have been something awful. the man would have never given up his captainhood willingly. there was no retirement for a captain at sea, especially once of such pride and egotism. but she could read between the lines there. despite being seriously injured, james' loyalty would have had him at least trying to save his captain . . . if he was worth saving.

" i'm sorry about your hand, " she murmured, leaving it at that. " is . . . it okay now? is everything okay? "

[hishook]

i've been super into a different bastard man at the moment, but hook still has my heart. i'll write here soon. promise. ♥️

[hishook]

the wheel landed on hook! everyone rejoice!

[hishook]

i am not a fast RPer. 🧍

[hishook]

my wheel has not landed on hook today 😔

[hishook]

☆ put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. it's time to spread positivity!

🥹🥹🥹🥹 evie i love you so much, you know that?? you're one of my favorites too. every blog you make is just [chef's kiss].

[hishook]

"Crowe had not been as lucky in hearing those tempting vixens," he responded back and let sink in. She deserved to know that the man who chased her off the Jolly Roger was dead, long gone from this earth. "It happened months after you parted. I was made Captain while I laid bleeding from the arm absent of a hand and wrist." He straightened a little, head holding somewhat higher as he brought his hand and hook back behind him. He spoke again in a manner that would give away more than he wanted anyone, but her to know, "He suffered greatly in his death, I wasn't sure if it was blood loss or drowning that took him... but there was nothing I could've done."

Not that he had tried. He hadn't been able to help or get close enough and truly.. he hadn't wanted to. If he had moved his boat closer he would've succumbed as well to the sirens or so he told himself. The truth was that he hadn't wanted to save Crowe. Months prior to that the man had spoken words so harsh to the woman James loved that she left.. never to return. And now he had even more reason for the man to be dead. He had caused a rift that tore them apart and kept James from was not only Eliza but their son.

there was an ever present cloud of sadness hanging over her and this conversation. no matter how hard she tried to make it light, she knew that james had missed eleven years of their child's life. she had wanted him to be here for every part of it. through a long and exhausting labor, through sleepless nights, holding their son, watching him grow. she wanted him to be there and wondered what it might have been like if things had happened differently . . . but she had her reasons for not going back to the jolly roger, as much as that grief and pain sat in her chest.

her eyes flashed back to be present in the conversation with the flash of the hook, her eyebrows raising at the way he had lost his left hand. " i'm surprised you got through the sirens themselves, those tempting ladies, " she expressed with a quiet laugh, swallowing hard. " you're the captain now. which means that crowe is . . . "

[hishook]

“You’re one of them. You’re a pirate. You are!”

The loud exuberance of the woman was not the right timing for a place such as this. Hook had been quick to cease her by the arm, right hand wrapping around her bicep and pulling her into the alley nearest them. His eyes were dark with a frustrated anger, lip turning into a scowl as he released her arm with a slight push. His voice came out shortly after, hand falling onto the hilt of his sword. He'd been within the small village trying to locate a certain piece of treasure, if you will, that would benefit his crew in their current voyage. It was no place for pirates though and that was made clear by the few signs and wanted posters he saw about. He'd had his ship anchor down in a place that would most likely go unseen, but it was hard not to notice a ship of its size with sails as black as night. A skull and crossbones bared on its flag. He had entered the village from a place that would not be obvious he'd come ashore from the ship, Smee having come along with him but currently on his own hunt.

He was dressed well enough to appear as a noble, his hook even left upon the ship with a wooden hand strapped to his arm instead. A glove over the wood to hide just how false it was as it hung at his side. His coat and the gold stitching of it did not give off the appearance of a pirate and he felt it would be fine, but something about this blonde woman-- something about the way she peered at him was enough to make him anxious. He hadn't enjoyed that and had enjoyed it less when she seemed to click his out of place motions and the way he spoke to the seller they'd both been stood at.

Now as he and @bornofthedawn stood within the alley he knew he had to speak quickly before someone noticed what she said and about who, but from where they were it was hard to catch sight of them. So he spoke with a near growl of frustration, hissing his words, "You will bite your tongue and speak no further of such things." Perhaps he could've played it differently with grace and care, laughed it off, but he had been caught off guard, "You know not what you speak about and if you did you'd know better than to announce it so boldly."

[hishook]

that was in my queue for safe keeping--

[hishook]

The way she so smugly spoke in her teasing tone, the blade moving along his skin in slow stride to remove hair. It slipped over his pulse point and he shut his eyes, tongue darting out to lick over his lips. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but he also knew the woman wouldn't dare hurt him. Their bond was strong and this was a simple game they were suddenly playing. One that drew amusement from him.

"You make it sound like she had the pleasure of doing it more than once," he murmured out, humming a low sound as his thumb strokes her bare side again, "I don't even recall the woman's name nor anything beyond the color of her hair. It would surely bore you to hear the fineries that could come with that memory."

a smirk twisted on her lips as he physically reacted to her settling on his lap. she knew what she had here, but it didn't mean that she was immune to human feelings. the thought of him buried in the bosom of some blonde? it sent something through her core, something that warmed and turned a sickly shade of green. no, he was hers and she wanted to make it known and very clear.

" no, no, " she mused with a tilt of thick brunette curls. " tell me all about this blonde who used to sit in your lap and shave you . . . tell me about what spots she knew that'd make you squirm and whimper, " she hummed as the blade slid against his pulse point, one of the spots she knew he was weak.

[hishook]

i lied. 🧍

im gonna write on a different blog for the moment.

[hishook]

spinning a wheel on what i do and throwing some of it into the queue. 🥰

[hishook]

actually gonna go play some a.pex with kesl. will be around in a bit/later ♥

[hishook]

—  𝕋ℝ𝕆𝕌𝔹𝕃𝔼𝕄𝔸𝕂𝔼ℝ𝕊𝕋𝕄 ;   independent & private multimuse. ft. muses and verses in stranger things, gilmore girls, the hobbit & lotr, anime & more.   a study in survival, coping with trauma, living a double life, learning to grow.   troubled by birdie.   ( 32, cst, they / them )

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[hishook]

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