"Oh, I wouldnāt dare." he lied jokingly, he could betray Tinkerbell and there was always the possibility that he would but that was for him to think about and debate, nothing concerning her. She must have known how futile it was threatening him. It would all depend on who benefits him the most. Heād miss their banter though if he did end up doing the worst, there was always the temptation of going back to where he belonged, with the villains, brooding and angry.
Growling quietly, he tasted the steely blood in his mouth. Spitting to the side, he āangrilyā brought his hook across her cheek, the back of the steel curve slapping against her face. Doing the same as her, just enough to be convincing. āBitchā¦ā Hook muttered quietly, some of this acting coming perhaps a little too naturally to him.
Being shut inside a pitch black room was not pleasant, as much as he wanted to move he could barely find the courage to step any further. Running his thumb over the back of her hand, even he couldnāt hide that he was growing more anxious.
The candles that lined either side of the hall sputtered to life and at the end of the room, perched gracefully on an ebony throne was the witch herself. āMaleficent.ā he greeted warmly with a bow of his head. Walking himself and Tink closer he pushed her to her knees in front of the witch. āIāve brought you a gift.ā smiling up at her, his confidence returning slightly.
The room fell silent while she overlooked the two of them, piecing together what could have happened, observing, watching.Ā "And I thought you betrayed me, Hook."Ā her voice smooth and low, calm and cool, Hook simply gave her another smile, saying nothing about his loyalties. Her attention snapped to Tinkerbell, looking almost hungrily towards the girl.Ā "And how are you, Tinkerbell?"Ā
"Well, well." A cool voice chilled from up ahead, Maleficent sitting like stone in her throne.Ā
There were no promises with Hook. There wasn't an idiot on the island that would trust such a man. But survival instincts were a built in predisposition which the pixie possessed in her very bones and understood with more depth than she thought anyone would. Peter didn't know how to survive; he flounced around the place like he owned it but that was merely a childish foolishness that she and the pirate had lost a long, long time ago. However much she understood such a dog-eat-dog attitude, Tink still held a candle for Hook, one still burning in harsh winds. She wanted him on her side. She did. Tink played along, pretending as though she didn't anticipate a million situations at once. She had a mind that worked like machinery. Smooth. Fluid. She was prepared for anything.
Tink hissed as the steel met her face, closing her eyes for a moment as a sadistic smile graced her face. She met the eyes of the soldiers, tongue swiping quickly over her lips as she tilted her head to look at Hook. "My apologies." She breathed against his cheek, chuckling a deep sort of chuckle, a sound rooted in madness as they walked along the soldiers. The way they looked at them, it was inherently obvious that these men had seen such behaviour commonly. They had seen women with eyes dipped in madness, men with viciousness grown into them. How, she wondered, did she make them this way.
Tink had wanted to hold onto Hook, remain in that moment of tiny comfort for as long as possible but the lights came on they were forced into action. The pair of them were almost too good in their roles and Tink had to remind herself that they weren't exactly acting here. This was who she was; feral, maddened and Hook was as dangerous as the sharpness in his voice. No one was acting. Alliance did not make two people sane. They had simply grown used to each other's crazy.
Maleficent looked at Tinkerbell like she was meal. She had been looking for her, she had wanted her in the same way that she had Peter. Fifty years ago Tink had just about escaped Maleficent's clutches only moments before turning into her human form. She despised the witch, everything about her made the fairy's skin crawl. She was the reason her mind was deformed. She was the reason Tink had turned to darkness. Cut Tink and she didn't bleed, she oozed. That was on Maleficent. "Splendid," She replied cooly, "long time no see."
Maleficent laughed, nodding in her head in agreement but saying not much else. A crow sat on her shoulder, pecking at her horns. "I don't know what you expect me to do with her," Maleficent spoke after a while. "I was expecting a war, not a surrender."
"Now, now. No one said anything about surrendering!" Tink chimed, her voice high and soft like satin, but edged with something harder. "What this prick fails to realise is that he's brought me right to your doorstep and I will have your head by the time this conversation ends."












