CLOSED STARTER / @believedin
"Lady Tink...” The call of the name was only just audible as he spoke though it was enunciated perfectly clearly. There was simply no telling who was listening in the foliage of Neverland, and Hook loathed the idea of some unassuming boy, spy of peter or hapless member of his crew coming upon the clandestine meeting. Hook raised, he peeled back some overhanging leaves and branches, entering the secluded grove-like area, stepping forward though keeping his wits about him for he was all too familiar with the games.
“A pity, if you do not materialise soon enough I might find myself desiring to cast such a fine object to the pools for the mermaids to bicker over as a fine treasure...” he teased, hand slipping inside the deep pocket of his coat to grasp upon the jewelled dagger he had secured as a token for Tinkerbell.













