His reassurance is a little calming, to hear him say she’s safe there, and it breaks her heart in both a good and bad way that he even raises his hand and hook to show he means no harm, that he’s so gentle with her this time.
And then he speaks, and when she answers her voice is cold, truly cold, “No, I’ll end them myself.”
Oh no, she thinks, and then she voices it out loud, horrified, “No. No, no.” Because she’s the Light One here, she’s supposed to stay good, to balance him, she and Merlin have a while plan built on that, she bloody fought the first Dark One to prove she was strong enough to stay good. Electricity shows as she panics and immediately tries to keep a hold of her magic, it runs around her arm and her palms glow threateningly; she knows Hook has never been through that, a loss of magical control is an Emma special there, because she’s the mad one whose mind is kept together by magic, but at least he has seen some of the effects when Arthur has run her through.
What he hasn’t had the chance to see, however, it’s what calms her down beside passing out, and with a pained hiss she shakes her arm to stop the magic, hand visibly shaking, “Please, forgive me, but I need to touch you just for a moment, it will quiet my magic,” it’s a plea, but she’s already moving, her hand going to grasp his and her eyes falling shut. “Human warmth,” she only whispers to answer a question she expects him to ask, her emotions not as strong as her will to not hurt him.
The back and forth changes in her demeanor and voice sent his head spinning for a moment, his concern rising due to the unfamiliar reaction from Emma. He’s never seen her so ruthless and cold as she’d been in that quick moment, and it truly scared him a bit. That version of Emma would’ve been a force to be reckoned with, and someone he wouldn’t ever want after him; not that Light One Emma wasn’t any less dangerous, but she had a moral compass that held her back where he was certain that other version of her wouldn’t hesitate to strike someone down.
Even before Emma voiced her pleas, Hook moved forward, his hand reaching out in a need to help quell the electricity that snaked up her arm. Her hand in his, he could feel her magic spark across his skin, and it almost tickled more than anything else; it obviously wasn’t going to harm him in this state. Nodding his understanding, Hook wrapped his free arm around her waist, enveloping her further in his never ending warmth. The action had been instinctual, the need to protect her that arose as soon as he saw her bruises continuing to make him do things he normally wouldn’t. “Take all the warmth you need,” the Dark One insisted. He’d plenty of it after all; when he was merely human he’d always run warmer than most, and his powers only amplified it.
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