Wickedest Desires: Captain Hook and Tinker Bell -- all members welcome.
Hook seemed to be off in his own little word. He was distant, his feet moving more out of habit rather than because he was listening to the music. At least that was Tink’s assumption based on the vacant look in his eyes. She continued moving, staying quiet as she took in the moment of peace. Living in this town, or any other place she had spent time at for that matter, didn’t offer many of these moments. So perhaps the witch had done them all a favor when hosting this event. Tink certainly felt a lot calmer now than she had before the ball. Then again that might also be because she knew that Hook had a weapon close at hand if there was need for defense.
His voice snapped Tink back to reality, realizing that she too had gone off to her own little world. Quite a pair they were in that way. Her eyes sought out his as her mind registered the compliment. He liked her in tightly fitting clothes. Not really that big of a surprise. If Tink could recall correctly, there had even been a time when he’d preferred her without any clothes at all. She gave a sly smile, almost commenting at it when he spoke again. Her smile vanished, sensing the change in his tone as his words suggested that he was about to compliment her again. Her eyes remained locked with his as she waited for him to finish his sentence.
A small jolt made its way through her body, barely noticeable but still there, and Tink frowned just as she started hearing the gasps around them and Hook asking what was going on. She turned, snaking herself out of his grasp. Her hand slid down from Hook’s shoulder along his arm, coming to rest on his forearm as she looked around them.
People were looking at each other, murmuring some words of confusion. Some looked at their dance partner with adoration while some moved away from each other, their eyes desperately scanning for something or someone. Tink recognized that look. It was the look of someone who was looking for a loved one. Mulan hurried past them, her face serious as she moved between all the bodies and spoke out two names - Aurora and Philip - in a half-shout.
Tink gasped, her fingers digging into Hook’s arm as she turned to face him. “The curse.” She realized that what she’d felt a few moments ago must have been the curse being lifted. Everyone else probably had felt a much stronger wave crash through them since they’d actually had all their memories restored rather than Tink who’d only felt as if Faye had given up trying to break through.
She breathed out, relieved, before letting her gaze find Hook’s again. “The curse is broken.”
"I don't think it's broken..." The nefarious pirate captain said. Keeping his gaze locked carefully on each and every one of the guests the brunette male noticed a sense of confusion before the general panic set in. "Where are we? What's going on?" One person screamed from behind the pair that were dancing. Across the room Regina stood stoically against a wall, a book of fairytale clenched tightly between her hands. He wouldn't have really thought anything of it if it weren't for the amount of people staring at her like they wished she was dead. As much as Captain Hook would have enjoyed jumping on the bandwagon of accusing the beautiful queen there wasn't a chance that Regina would have done this.
No the brunette beauty that stood motionless against the wall with her face clearly stricken in fear could not have been behind the incident. She was smarter than this, far more clever in the way that she manipulated people. Had this curse been cast by her things wouldn't have been so easily broken. Not to mention the fact that the one thing Regina Mills wanted more than anything on earth -- her son Henry -- would have been right beside her during this curse. That wasn't the case, he had been left in the care of Emma during the entire thing so the notion that Regina was behind what may just be far worse than the previous curse that lasted 28 years was ridiculous to the dark headed man.
"Regina couldn't have done this, how do these people not understand that had she done this she'd be happy right now?" Perhaps it was the mindset of a person that had previously identified as a villain that was able to understand another with an equally as dark soul. Or perhaps it was just simple common sense that led him directly to the Wicked Witch. But did these people even know that they had been cursed by the Wicked Witch or know who she was? Reluctantly Hook's hands released their tight grip on Tinker Bell's waist, his mind now swimming with a million and one questions as to what in the world he and the petite pixie were witnessing. "What's the last thing anyone here remembers?" The dark headed man asked the crowed of confused individuals.