she feels stupid with every step she takes towards his house, like she should be strong enough to deal with her often fluctuating emotions on her own. but she still walks, the rain still pours, and she still presses the doorbell to his home when she arrives. is she supposed to come in this way? would throwing a stone at his window be better? would he even hear it through the rain? she considers turning back — she looks like a drowned rat, her hair and clothes soaked through. she might have been raised on the isle, but she at least has a sense of modesty and… no, no, this is stupid. harry hook, son of an esteemed navy admiral, will not want to deal with her, especially in such a weak state. the rain still lashes down hard against the stone driveway as aurora attempts to make a break for it, beginning to jog down the front steps of the house… but that’s when she hears the door open. she pauses at the bottom of the steps, awkwardly turning, and her muddy hues meet harry’s ocean eyes. for the longest time, aurora stands there with her lips parted as she begs some sort of sound to slip out, but by the time she manages to think something up, it’s pathetic. ‘ i… ’ her voice is barely audible over the rain; come on, aurora! ‘ i had to see you. ’ what is she doing? blowing her chances, that’s what… turn her down now, harry hook, it’ll save the heartbreak later down the line! FT. @rottncores
when the doorbell had first rang, he had thought he was hearing things at first. who would be out at night in this storm? still, he went to investigate and when he peeked out of the window he saw the back of aurora de bourbon’s head beginning to descend down the stairs. no, he didn’t want her to leave! he had to know why she had come or else it would keep him up at night wondering. quickly, he opens up the door before she can fully disappear into the darkness. it surprised him so much that she was here that all sense left him until she spoke up. she had to see him? why? these were questions he would ask inside out of the rain. even in the dim light flooding from the house, he could see that she was completely soaked from head to toe. no doubt she was shivering from the cold too. “ ye must be freezin’. come inside an we can talk. “ he sheds the hoodie he had been wearing in the house and walks down the steps to her, wrapping the dry clothing around her before beginning to usher her into the house. once they’ve both stepped over the threshold, he closes the door behind them then turns towards her. her clothes are dripping on the floor but that’s not what bothers him, it’s the fact that she might catch a cold from being in wet clothes. “ ye’re soakit tae th’ bone, blondie. mibbie ye can fit intae somethin’ o’ harriet’s or mine. wait here. “ harry doesn’t wait for her response and it doesn’t even cross his mind that he’s leaving a true villain kid alone in his house - his house full of expensive trinkets. he runs up the stairs to his room and grabs a t-shirt of his and sweatpants. they’ll be big on her but they’ll have to do. when he comes back, he presents the clothes to her with a soft smile. “ they’ll be a wee bit big but it’s better than catchin’ a cauld. thare’s a bathroom richt aroond th’ corner thare. “
