Wickedest Desires Storybrooke | Tink & Hook
"Regina remembers?" Tink was surprised. She hadn’t expected the former queen to remember her previous life. No, not considering how loyal she was to the town’s Mayor. Then again, Tink had also been loyal - to some degree - towards the convent. It was like a game. A game to see how far they could go before their cover would be blown. Clearly Regina had been very good at playing, at least until Emma and Hook came to town. "I guess I wasn’t the only one in hiding." Somehow knowing that her friend had been walking with her memories intact was a small comfort. It would, however, have been ever more comforting if Tink had known about it sooner. She could have reached out to Regina and they could have worked together.
She listened to Hook’s humorous remarks about him always being alright. She didn’t quite believe it. Hook had always been good at charming people and lying while a smile was plastered on his face. He was a true pirate in that way. But all that time in Neverland and Tink had come to known that sometimes even Hook could fail with his attempts to lie. Still, she knew that if he didn’t confide in her then he had his reasons. And considering how much Tink had already played around with his trust today she decided not to push it. That was until he commented about being a one-handed pirate with a drinking problem. Who had said that? Surely Hook would never give himself such a nickname. He was a pirate, yes, but considering everything he’d gone through Tink wouldn’t call him exactly a drunk. Because if he had a problem with alcohol consumption…well in that case Tink had one too.
"You are a pirate just as much as I’m a fairy." She eyed the flask in his hand. After a moments hesitation she snatched it out of his hand and got up, walking over to the desk and placing it there. She looked back at Hook, leaning against the table. "A drinking problem might be overdoing it a little bit, though. I don’t think we can be judged on our alcohol consumption considering the situation we find ourselves in." She thought back at all those nights in Neverland when she would find comfort in Hook’s flask as they sat in her tree house in silence. "If anything, I think we might have the rum to thank for us making it this far, don’t you agree?"
In all his years in Neverland, Killian Jones had learned that a man- or anyone- should never let Pan's words get inside your head. The demon got off on twisting people's thoughts, manipulating them to think exactly as he wanted. Hook was no idiot; that was exactly what Pan had been trying to do, and even though he knew better he was falling for it. It had taken longer to sit with him, but that year in the Enchanted Forest had given him plenty of time to think. Thinking, unfortunately, about what Pan had said in that forest.
For quite a bit of time, the pirate had felt almost as if he was torn between being two different people. He could be the man of honor that his brother would have been proud of, or he could be the man who had survived this long through this much. The struggle between putting the two together seemed an impossible one to win. As Tinker Bell put it, though- he was a pirate. There was no going back to being the wide eyed Lieutenant he had once been. Before he could consider the flask more, she had snatched it from him, causing him to look after her curiously as she placed it on the desk.
"Aye," he agreed, deciding to push the darker thoughts to the back of his mind. After a moment, he flashed his trademark smirk. "We have rum to thank for a lot of things, if I'm not mistaken." That mischievous glint in his eyes told exactly what he was referring to- nights in Neverland that didn't get spoken of. He was anxious to get past where he had almost let the conversation go, and changing the topic might be better.