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─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ❛ C'mere. ❜ Harley grabs his hand in one hand, and the nail polish brush in the other. She spreads out his fingers gently and with her other hand, sticks out her tongue from the corner of her mouth as she concentrates and begins painting his nails for him. ❛ Ya want the hook painted too? ❜

He was surprised when a complete womanly stranger grabbed his hand and began to paint his nails FOR him. After all the strange looks others had given him for it.

"You overthink the matter too much. The truth of the matter is... Sultan has (in his infinite childlike enthusiasm) decided that a collection of colorful sea stones is the absolute pinnacle of statecraft."

"... Your sultan sounds positively childish and aimless..." Hook scoffed, crossing his arms. "Sea stones is it? Does he mean sea glass? They tend to look like little pebbles in greens and such... But if its coral you want, I could get it, though it WILL dry out on land, still looks remarkable but all those colours disappear."

"Ariel!! Oh thank the sea!" He knelt down and brought her into his arms, hugging her tightly. "Good LORD lass, I thought that you-"

He sighed, pulling away and taking a deep breath. All this time worrying someone had taken her, if she'd wandered off too far, if she'd got hurt. Instead, she had been hiding and fallen asleep.

James placed his hand over his heart, letting the panicked parent adrenaline calm down.

She moves quickly to his side, snarling if anyone else dares get close. Examining him, examining what he just ate, and snarling as something about it smells off. Undetectable by his human noise, but to her nose, to a monstrous assassin like herself, she could smell the-

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Poison. Who handled or cooked your food today? ❞

Her golden eyes scan any others present, searching for guilt or smugness over the panic a suddenly sick captain should elicit from his crew.

Whoever did this was dying today.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ You're damn lucky I'm here, James. ❞

Hook coughed, letting out the last of his stomach as she glared at the crew, worry on most of their faces, not even the full crew was here, the rest were on shore leave.

"Smee... Breakfast..." He wheezed, struggling to catch his breath. "Not... Eaten... Since...."

He'd had some things to DRINK, its the only way he could think of someone poisoning him. Was there mutiny amongst the crew??? His blurred vision couldn't make out their faces. Surely not. Not long term members anyway... Did he have any enemies ashore that paid one off?

The kettle and tea tray are set down on the table and she starts to prepare the dried leaves to steep once the water reached the proper temperature.

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ I'm well. Running a kingdom is exhausting as always but... better now that I've had a good fifty years to get used to it. ❞

A soft laugh, as she then prepares the teacups and dressings for the tea. A bowl of sugar cubes set within easy reach, same with a small jar of honey and a tiny pitcher of cream. Placing Hook's cup in front of him with a gentle clink, then moving her own to sit in front of her.

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ The other high daemons keeps talking about having a... trial though. ❞

She shakes her head,

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ You would think that handling the Litch would've be enough to prove my title.... but they want me to prove it again. ❞

... She gives a sheepish smile after that, tapping on the side of the kettle as the crystals at it's base shift in color to indicate the temperature reached,

Hook seemed to be listening intently, a concerned look on his face as he noticed the stress that being in charge came with, he knew it all too well and he tutted, shaking his head in annoyance that people would want her to prove herself worthy.

"As long as you're eating well and resting," he reminded her as she attempted to shift the subject. "I can give my advice if need be."

He cleared his throat, watching the kettle and the crystals as she asked him about Smee and the crew.

"Hm? Oh yes, Smee is the same as always, the rest of the crew... Lets see..." He turned his teacup so the handle was facing his hand. "Just last week we sailed through a storm! Nearly lose one to the tide! Where was it....? Hmmm..."

He should be flattered that people talk about how skilled a Captain and sailor he was, he liked to think that he WAS the best cartographer, considering that he had travelled to places no one else had been and mapped them.... But then...

The lad's explanation made him curious, raising a brow at the fact that it seemed Milo was looking for something in particular.

“Than try we shall.” Either way, Alexander would give Hook a good time, the poor sod needed it with how stressed he tended to be as of late. The many times he’s spied on the pirate through his flames Hook seemed to be pissed at someone and red in the face from being in an argument. The man needed a good loving down.

Hook's hand ran up and down Alex's arm as he lay himself down more, thrilled by the kisses and attention he was being given. A little happy snicker came from his lips, followed by a few content and pleasured groans.

This was nice. VERY nice. Alex was surprisingly gentle as lips touched his body, Hook groaned again as kisses pressed against his collarbone, cheeks flushing as he bit his lip.