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"What are you into little lass?"
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"So what's there to do in this little town."
I don’t know it depends what your into I guess.
"What are you into little lass?"
the stormy night [HOOK]
Emma found herself staring at him in mild surprise at his concern, even more so when he questioned her about magic. She didn’t know much about her abilities herself, Hook seemed to know even more about it. She found herself glancing at him a little more now, pursing her lips. “I’ve done a few things since then, yes. And Gold knows, he’s… He’s the one who showed me how to do some of the stuff.” She shrugged suddenly, choosing to bite her lip. “I don’t know what kinda magic it is, Hook. Does it look like I’m a professional in all this crap?”
She raised a brow. “Don’t play with me, Hook. You said you knew Lost Boys… That means you were in Neverland, right?” She knew some stuff at least.
"Rumpelstiltskin showed you." Images of the demons magic flashed before his eyes. The crocodile could not be trusted. He was a coward that hid behind his magic while doing unspeakable things to innocents. "Your a fool swan and that's something I never pegged you for. Accepting the help of the crocodile will only end badly." He can't be trusted. "Obviously you don't or you wouldn't be asking or accepting help from him."
"Once a long time ago. " He had been in Neverland more then once.
"What you've done cannot be undone."
"Now you finally know how it feels"
There's not a lot going on in Storybrooke
Why hello there, deary…
"For a man who's lover can't remember him you seem surprisingly chipper."
"So what's there to do in this little town."
It's been rather quiet in Storybrooke lately...
This usually means something bad is about to happen…
"Now I wonder what will happen don't you?"
And Susie knows her baby was a family man, But the world has got him down on his knees So she throws him at the wall, her kisses burn like fire, And suddenly he starts to believe He takes her in his arms and he doesn't know why, But he thinks that he begins to see
There's not a lot going on in Storybrooke
..trouble wise. Shall I stir some up?
In the pain, there is healing
the stormy night [HOOK]
She watched as emotions wrecked havoc on his face. Just as easily as he could read her, it was the same with him. But she could see even when he brushed it away, something else taking over that completely surprised her. “I’m… fine?” She peered at him curiously then, shifting upon the bench to face him, though her guarded posture did not let up. “I don’t really know what happened. She… She stuck her hand in my chest and I felt some sort of pain, but she couldn’t pull it out.” It had been a weird sensation. “I don’t know. I guess it has something to do with my magic or whatever, but…” Her eyes scrutinized him a bit longer, leaning forward close to look him in the eye, in case her avoided her. “Are you worried, Hook? Oh, geeze, I’m touched.”
"When did you even think of giving my son a… nickname?” She shook her head. “You haven’t even met him, and I don’t want you to either. You’re with Cora, and that means you’re unreliable and unsafe for my son.” She peered down at the curves of the bench before she sucked in a tired breath. “How old are you anyway?”
"Thank gods." but this put him on edge, had Cora taken Swans heart and even now there with them. Feeding Swan lies just as she had done to the sleeping Princess. "You have magic?" Magic was never good, cowards hid behind magic. The prof of that was in the crocodiles doing. He refused to fight until he knew he could not die. "what kind of magic? Have you done anything else since then Swan. Magic is a dangerous thing to have." He chose to ignore her last comment and just rolled his eyes. Now Swan would be even more on the crocodiles raider.. if he knew that was. "Who else knows about your magic?"
"I didn't think about it. Your a swan and he's your name the nickname doesn't reacquire much thought. " As much as he would like to deny it, that much was true. Cora was not safe company to have, especially fro Swans boy. "I'm 31 darling, how old do you think I am?"
Believe that a pirate can be a hero.
"i have acquired some more food from this realm. "
So it was all Neal’s fault? Turning quickly, Neal punched Hook right in the jaw out of anger and rage. “I was a child!” He yelled at the man now on the ground, “I lost my mother, my father, my home and everything I ever knew!” He rambled on, struggling to keep his foot from kicking Hook in the face. “I was a child! What did you really expect? For me to just say, ‘Killian, I love you! Thank you for saving me from the water, from the Lost Boys! Oh, by the way, it’s okay that my mother abandoned me to be with you! What’s done is done.’?! I mean really, did you just expect me to fall at your feet and accept that someone could love me?! At that point in my life, I had no one and I wanted no one!” He wiped his mouth, not paying attention to the people in the streets and in the shops, staring at the two. “You want me to say sorry? Well fine, I’m sorry! I’m sorry that I didn’t trust you, I’m sorry I never gave you a chance and I’m sorry that you wasted your effort on a failure and on a coward, because that’s what I am - I’m the son of coward and I am a coward.” He declared, raising his arms in surrender and defeat. Suddenly, two hundred years of emotions hit him in the face but he refused to let the pirate see him cry.
Hook just took the punch, didn't even try and avoid it. There were so any bitter words he could spit out, but what's the point. He to had been a child at one point. But everyone grows up. He had offered the boy a home more then once despite what his second in command had though. He wasn't going to play these games with bealfire, he wasn't going to care f the boy hated him. He needed revenge, with revenge came peace. Milah would finally be at peace. So Hook got up ignoring the boy. It's the best he could, he didn't want to feel anything. Dusting himself off. "I told you once before, you have the sea in your veins. You also have Milah's blood running through you. Take what you from that but she was no coward and you were her son."
I know the man I am is not who I should be. The Devil take my hand says, "Child come with me." My body shivers and aches. I can't break free. Why do the things I hate come so naturally?
the stormy night [HOOK]
"Obviously." She snorted with amusement, though not entirely genuine or sweet either, but something sarcastic. "Because gentlemen love grabbing women by their feet and dragging them across the floor. Bravo, Hook." She clapped her hands together, and with a shake of her head, curls of blond fell around her shoulders. "But I’m fine. I think I can survive the cold. I mean, it’s not like Cora trying to rip out my heart again, is it?"
"Cut the crap." She gave him a subtle glare, watching with vague interest as he leaned his head back and took in a deep breath. Emma would be lying if she said her gaze didn’t linger a little longer than it should have. When he finally came out with what she assumed was bothering him, she found herself confused. "Cygnet? …You mean Henry?" Her brow furrowed then, a part of her concerned with why Hook was questioning her about something so personal involving her son. The little nickname he gave Henry was a little affectionate, and strangely enough, she didn’t try to correct him. "Why does it matter to you?" she said suddenly, a sharpness to her tone. She didn’t want to tell him, scared to, knew that if she even brought up Neal’s name she’d go back to thinking about how he was here, what she was going to do now that he was. "Neal." She said it before she could stop herself, cursing in her mind at how unbelievable stupid she was. "His name’s Neal."
"Come on love, you were attacking me with a sword. If I had not been dragging you by the foot then I would be doing something taht would have been lets say more...messy" He spent taht battle joking around with her, if he had fought her properly using the 300 years plus experience then the out come would have been very different. Not to discredit her victory, she was a survivor much like him but when it came to sword fights he just had the upper hand... he tried to rip out your heart? " Images of the light going out in Milah's own eyes flashed in his mind. Her final words had been on love and he never got the chance to repeat them. She died before he could have told her he loved her. Murdered not died. Died would imply it was a natural death and the witch had attempted to do the same to Emma? His wrist burned with the lost of his hand remembering these memories. "Are you okay Emma?...How if she tried..how?" He attempted to keep his voice even as always but he sounded of edge even to his own ears.
"Yes Henry the little Cygnet." So he was Bealfires boy. Hook decided to keep it to himself for now till a time he had something to gain. Beside it wasn't his place. "Never mind I thought he was someone I knew... He reminded me of someone I knew." He shrugged. "Old age must be catching up to me."
"i have acquired some more food from this realm. "
Neal wanted to hit him now, “Really? Hook, the man that was always for giving little boys away? Shocking.” Neal rolled his eyes at the man, not buying it. “Whatever Hook. I don’t care what you or Emma do, just leave Henry out of it.” It sounded like a threat, and the look of Neal’s face told the pirate that he meant it. Before he turned, he added, “This is me, willingly walking away from you this time.” By the time the door opened, everyone in the dinner had been staring at the two men. One was a pirate and the other a stranger. With a ding, Neal stepped outside.
"I'm not always giving little boys away Neal." Hook found it easier saying the name Neal. Bealfire was making him things he shouldn't if he wanted to skin the crocodile. If he wanted to be finally be able to rest."I am not doing anything to the boy. I am not involving him in anything either." In truth he had yet to meet the boy Emma had fought so hard to return to. "You walked away from me last time Bealfire." He used his real name this time. Calling after him. "I put all my men's life at risk for you, I was willing to give up everything for you! My revenge . all I have known since the day your mother died. All of it for you but you turned your back on me twice. Reminding me what I was all about."
Captain Killian “Hook” Jones + Rumplestiltskin aboard the Jolly Roger