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hurm some Hook practice

@lordkingsmith and @writinginslowmotion said go for Hook! so I went for Hook!

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they raced along the Never Shore, a laughing mess of limbs, gawky, teenage boys that hit the ground, rolling in the damp sand. Peter throws him, and the waves crash over him; knees on either side of his hip and Peter, silver eyed and bright smiled, pins him.

“I win,” says Peter.

“cheater,” he spits, trying to clear the grit from his teeth.

Peter just laughs, and the sound is starlight. “only way to get anywhere in life.”

_-_-_

“I don’t give a damn what you think,” snarls Hook. “i’m captain here. you’ll listen to what I say, and what I say is that we set sail now.”

-_-_-

he dreams of silver eyes and starry hands and wakes up gasping, cold sweat on his forehead, an ache in his chest that makes him feel for blood. there is none, and he gets up, staggering, barely remembering to pull on his jacket before lurching to the deck.

the cold night air helps a little, but the sight of the stars makes that ache grow double, and Hook thinks about time lost and time left and

doesn’t know what to do.

_-_-_

“a toast,” says Hook, sliding one glass across the table and then picking up his own. “for a truce well made.”

Silver picks his glass up, tilts it in the mockery of a knock. “aye. and to a journey th’goes even better.”

and they drink, together, sharp eyed beneath the cheer, no trust, just necessity.

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Hook wears big coats, massive shoulder pads and thick, folded cotton sleeves. they make him look broader than he really is, makes him look more muscular than he really is.

now Hook is not a weak man, by any means, but he’s sick and half lost at the start of it all, and the weight of the jacket is comforting, the warmth makes him ache a little less, and it’s more intimidating of a silhouette, too.

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“what’s out there?” He asks one day, when the sun is hanging low in the sky, and the whole world burns with dawn.

Peter laughs, and the sound is as much starlight and crashing waves as it is a threat. “nothing good, you mark my words.”

“nothing,” he echoes, but he stretches out a hand all the same, like if he can reach out far enough, he’ll be able to touch the place where the sun meets the sea.

oh oh oh if only he knew back than what he knows now, oh oh oh if only he didn’t fall so completely in happy with the way life had been - a fool, to think that the place where the sun meets the sea can bring anything but sorrow.

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Rough concept art for Hook!

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Hook is an awful blend of angry, stand offish, and flamboyant. I feel like if his life went a little differently, he would be a really fun guy to be around.

#im building his character some #hook oc