Tink chuckled, shaking her head as Hook tied her hands behind her back, she couldnât count how many times the pair had tried to capture each other and now here they were, joking. She tilted her head to watch him, raising one eyebrow at the pirate as they moved toward the castle together. She pushed her body against his, brushing the smile off her face as they got closer. âWhen I want your hand on my body I wonât be leading you to my waist, Captain.â She murmured in reply, shooting him a look.
Tink kept her head high as they got closer, her spine straight and each footstep as graceful as the last. It was amazing that someone so messy could be so regal. She had built it into herself, along with her thunderous voice and her unbreakable spirit. She had to delude herself into believing that she was what she was, otherwise she would have quit a long time ago. âYou know what I mean. Despite your hook against my neck I donât completely trust you, dear. Betray me in here and your next death wonât be quite as swift as last time.â
She didnât flinch when he tightened his grip, nor did she quiver under the cool steel of his hook against her skin. She simply gritted her teeth and wore the same mask of nonchalance her pretty face always carried. As the doors opened, she watched the soldiers, their faces tainted with a madness she knew she could find within herself if she dug deep enough. Feeling Hookâs lips against her ear, she pulled her head forward and brought it back to connect with his face, knowing sheâd held back slightly but hit him hard enough to convince the men in front of her that she hated him.
When the doors slid closed, Tink swallowed and moved along with the soldiers and Hook until they were brought into a room cloaked with darkness. The soldiers closed the door behind them, mumbling something about Maleficent being on her way. She couldnât see a thing for a long time and afraid of speaking without being heard, Tink ran her fingertips slowly over Hookâs. She flinched as the room suddenly lit up with candles, even the dull glow startling to her blue eyes.
"Well, well." A cool voice chilled from up ahead, Maleficent sitting like stone in her throne.Â
"Oh, I wouldn't 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. He'd 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 'angrily' 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. "Bitch..." 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 couldn't 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. "Maleficent." 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. "I've brought you a gift." 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. "And I thought you betrayed me, Hook." 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. "And how are you, Tinkerbell?"Â
"Well, well." A cool voice chilled from up ahead, Maleficent sitting like stone in her throne.Â