#jollyhook

—–    @jollyhook​​ said :       ❛ I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve ❜

           "   like the cards you’ve got shoved up there ?   ”     keen eyes ,   and sharp as a blade is captain hook’s eldest .   the eyes of a hawk peering across the table at her father ,   glancing every once in awhile at the cards held between gently pinched fingers .   she doesn’t know many games with cards ,   but she’s an expert in the ones she does know .   dark brows raise up high as she looks pointedly at her father’s coat sleeves .     “   fork ‘em over ,   ye right bastard .   ”

“ i will do what it takes to survive. ”  @jollyhook​

          “   well it’s just a bit too late for that ,   isn’t it ?   ”     the bitterness spreads across her palate ,   thick like molasses ,   tainted by a lost childhood that she can never get back .   his reluctance to be a father had been abundantly clear to her ,   even as a small child ,   barely understanding where she was or what had happened to her mother .   she barely knew the man who was her father ,   and she made herself scarce when he was around ;   she cleaned up her own scraped knees ,   stitched her own clothes ,   and only cried alone and under the covers at night .   she breathes in and heaves a sigh ,   pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration .     “   i don’t suppose you suddenly want to fix it ,   do you ?   ”

she cannot lie.    she knows that the only time she’s ever manipulated to get her way was likely a fluke, a one time thing.    a miracle if she’s ever seen one before.    but now that stories of the lost princess having been returned back to corona were spreading, she’s been met with questions that seemed to overwhelm her to no end.    what was it like?   were you really there for eighteen years?    certainly you were allowed outside, weren’t you?   and everything of the like had been thrown her way, to the point where her head begins to spin.    by now, such questions shouldn’t bother her much, but it’s questions like this where a simple white lie would prove most difficult to answer, where the truth would lead to a long winded explanation of the events of her life.    

the new princess’ lips purse lightly, gently, in thought as she lets a beat pass.    as if the moment of silence she let sit between them was meant to be something more of anticipation than her silently debating with herself.    “well, i don’t suppose i’d be surprised if some details became a bit exaggerated in other’s retellings.”    although she hasn’t heard many of those, if they even exist.   “although i suppose it couldn’t hurt to tell you which details you may have heard are the truth, and which aren’t.”