@isleads : [ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down.
MAJORITY OF THE TIME, harry didn’t seem to exist to james hook, which he was perfectly happy with. he was able to walk around like he owned the isle, feared by most and no one would dare question uma’s first mate, he felt top of the world whenever his father was ignoring him. however, the small time james hook took notice of his son, it was very obvious of the impact that it had on harry. he would tear him down, expose him as the boy trying to act like the big fearsome pirate he wanted to believe he was, that he just wanted his father’s approval but would never get it whilst he doesn’t have the guts to finally be a captain himself, the boy who seemed more than content being nothing more than uma’s lap dog. as much as harry tried acting like he didn’t care what his father thought, when you’re stuck on the isle with nowhere else to go, certain people’s opinions stick more than others.
TO THOSE WHO KNEW HARRY WELL, they could tell when james hook had been to see his son. it wasn’t because of the bruises that he would lie about, it was all about the body language. it was from the clenching of his jaw, the way he stood up a little straighter, the way he would reach for the hilt of his sword even if it wasn’t there, the way he was quick to anger and snapping at anyone who dared question him, the way he’d talk back to uma, or the way it’d eventually lead to him lashing out and getting violent. harry was a ticking time bomb whenever captain hook had been around and it wouldn’t be long till he completely blew up.
THE CREW NEVER KNEW WHAT TO DO WHEN HARRY SNAPPED BACK AT UMA. he was always the first to get at any of them for disrespecting their captain, that it was usually followed by an awkward pause before some poor unfortunate soul would be either brave or stupid enough to be very sarcastic in telling harry not to talk back to uma. but considering his mood, he could not just laugh it off like usual and it wasn’t all that surprising that the other pirate was on the floor clutching a bloody nose as harry stormed off out of the restaurant, always remembering to grab his own sword as he leaves. whenever he’s in this mood, he goes back to his apartment by the docks to hide, to unleash his anger without any casualties aside from the mess of broken furniture and the freedom to scream himself hoarse until he was done.
NOTHING IS SAFE FROM HIS WARPATH, coat thrown aside as anything he can find is slashed or pulled down or thrown aside. his father had a way of making harry see red, that he was almost grateful for the times he ignored him. yet the moment he feels the oh so familiar touch of uma’s hands against his forearms, he instantly freezes, dropping his sword and falling to his knees, breathing hard as his eyes were closed to avoid looking at the destruction, listening to the soothing sound of uma’s voice as she calmed him down, allowing him to completely relax into her as she holds him. only such gentle moments between them were reserved for privacy but it made him more grateful to have someone like uma to remind him that he didn’t have to be anything like his father.
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