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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2014 20:40:13 GMT
To hear someone say such things about Blue sparked up several different emotions in the fairy. Right now..she felt the same way. Damn Blue.. but there was still a twinge that maybe she shouldn't be so harsh. Shaking her head, she gave him a small grin. "You're absolutely right, Hook." She felt more free now than she ever had before.. Maybe it was because now she no longer had her virtue intact, and she knew what real bliss could be.
He told her that perhaps next time he could show her his ship.. It was better than what she could offer. "I was about to tell you that I could show you my tree house.. but i'm sure your ship is much more accommodating for such activities." Honestly, she was worried she'd get Hook up in to the tree house and it would fall right over should they get in to it heavily again. "Oh..." she blinked. "Your friend! The other pirate! I'm not so sure he'd be thrilled with the fairy who knocked him out being on the ship.." She was starting to feel a little guilty.
She was relieved when he wasn't upset that it was her first time. She hadn't known how he would have reacted..but he took it well..he even knew. She gave him a small nod at his question. "A little..but I think the rum helped ease the pain." Not to mention the pleasure definitely outweighed the pain.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 1, 2014 17:40:07 GMT
Rum? IT'S NOT A WEAPON; NOT IN THE TRADITIONAL SENSE She agreed with his words about not giving a damn about what this Blue Fairy thought. It was clear that Tinkerbell valued her opinion and yet, Hook was trying to convince her to let the woman be; that she did not need to conform to fairy norms. She should just be herself, whoever that was. She then spoke of her tree house, and Hook raised an eyebrow in intrigue.
"Treehouse eh?" He questioned with a smile. "Now this I must see." She was living in a treehouse?! How fitting for a fairy. "Alas, another theory that needs to be tested, regarding whether your treehouse is indeed more well suited for our rather vigorous activities compared to my ship." The last theory that had been tested as an oh so fun one. This one would be more enjoyable as well. "We'll have to explore that further," he added, and he was quite looking forward to it.
She then seemed to remember the current state of the Smee, realizing that she had knocked him unconscious. "Smee? He'll be fine," Hook reassured her. "He's probably made his way back on the ship. Lad didn't want to leave in the first place. He's a bit of a coward, but he's a loyal one." Meaning, that he would follow Hook, and accept any decision he made . . . or guest he entertained on the Jolly Roger.
She then assured him that the rum helped with the pain and he smirked at this, though it was at least good to hear that she didn't feel pain. Meant they could do this again soon. "Rum has a tendency to aid with all sorts of things," he stated confidently. "And often leads to rather, pleasurable outcomes." Like this. Lying next to her in the aftermath of their wonderful actions.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2014 14:33:45 GMT
He seemed amused when Tink mentioned her tree house. Not only amused, but curious to see if it would hold up with them ravaging each other inside of it. Her lips curved in to a smile, and she gently bit her bottom lip. "We seem to have a lot of theories to test. At least our time here won't be boring." She mused with a small laugh. "I've never been on a ship before, though.. It sounds exciting. You must have so many stories about the things you've seen, and the places you've been." It wasn't just 'pillow talk'. She was honestly interested in the things that he had done, and the things that he had seen.
Hook mentioned that the man she had knocked out was named Smee.. apparently it wasn't his first unconscious rodeo. She felt better knowing that he'd probably made his way back to the ship..at least he wasn't wandering around the island alone. "That's a relief.." she spoke with a soft sigh. "I don't think it's safe to explore this place by yourself..for anyone. That shadow that takes children from their homes.. that's not the most terrifying thing on the island." Perhaps it was the rum that was making her so open to talk.. to tell Hook everything she knew..otherwise, she probably wouldn't have said anything. She really didn't like speaking of the boy who practically ruled the island.
Tink's opinion of rum was vastly changed from what it had been before. Drinking wasn't something that she would have done while she was a fairy..but being human opened her mind to so many things already. Including, the pleasurable encounters that Hook had just spoke of. "I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't have drank from your flask.." she mused, thinking outloud. "Well, one thing would be that i'd have a whole dress.. now it's ripped!" She started to quietly laugh. "I don't suppose you have a needle and some thread on your ship?"
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 5, 2014 12:10:18 GMT
Rum? IT'S NOT A WEAPON; NOT IN THE TRADITIONAL SENSE He certainly agreed with that. It seemed that he found something here to entertain him after all: a woman. And not just any ordinary woman. "Aye, this is true," he replied, expressing his agreement with her. She went on to say that she had never been on a ship before, and that he must have many stories to share.
If there was one thing he was not short on, it was stories of adventure. It had been what appealed to Milah; what had made her want to go with him. "We can easily rectify you never having been on a ship before," he told her, a clear invitation for her to come to his ship and see it for herself.
"As far as the stories go . . . " He paused, the tip of his hook slowly grazing over her upper body, ensuring he did not pierce her flawless skin. "I would happily offer them to you, so far as you entertain me in return." He could entertain her with his stories . . . she could use her own skills to keep him entertained. It seemed like a good win-win situation. She expressed her relief in Smee being fine, and voiced her concern over it not being safe to explore this island on her own.
There was a shadow that took children it seemed . . . and that was not the most terrifying being on the island. This was not Hook's first time here. So he could take a guess as to who she was referring to. "You're talking about Pan, aren't you?" He assumed. Hook had met him years ago, when he'd come here with his brother. Pan had offered a cure for Liam, but he had conveniently left out the conditions of it . . . and it had cost his brother his life.
She vocalized her wonder as to what would have happened had she not drank from his flask, and he chuckled at the suggestion. "I'm certain you still would have found me irresistible," he told her arrogantly. "The rum was merely a catalyst for the inevitable." Because upon seeing her, he doubted he would have just walked away from her. It had been why he'd offered her a drink to begin with instead of just departing her company. She was -- is -- a beautiful woman, and how could Hook ever reject such a presence?
She then seemed to realize her town dress and Hook merely smiled proudly at this, unapologetic for his actions. "I may have extra garments in my ship," he suggested. "Though I prefer you as you are now," he told her, his eyes taking in the sight of her figure, trailing over every inch of her. "A shame to cover such beauty," he added, though obviously knew it was necessary . . . at least while others were around.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2014 4:25:58 GMT
Tinkerbell was going to step on the ship for the first time soon. It was a rather exciting prospect.. So far this had turned out to be a very exciting evening in all aspects. "I can't wait to see what it's like." It wasn't as free as flying..but it would be rather interesting to feel what it was like to float on top of the sea. When he told her he'd tell her stories, in exchange for her entertaining him, she felt that similar blush rising to her cheeks again. "I think I can arrange that," she shivered a little once more when she felt his hook gliding over her skin. She caught her bottom lip with her teeth and bit it gently as she gazed in to his eyes. How was she supposed to behave herself now? She had her first taste of pleasure, and now she felt as though she needed more...she'd wait for that, though. She had to pace herself..she was a human now.
When Tink had mentioned the boy, and the shadow, Hook knew exactly who he was speaking of. Pan. She slowly nodded, closing her eyes. "That's him..yes." Her eyes opened, and she peered from him beneath her lashes. "He's grown to trust me... I think that's why he allows me to live so easily." Her voice lowered to a whisper, so that only he could hear. "I don't trust him one little bit, though." Her eyes darted around, as though she were looking to make sure that they weren't being watched. "But I digress.." she mused, feeling better that no one was in sight. "You know of the boy I speak of.. so you know to be cautious." Pan was devious, and cruel.. she didn't want anything to happen to Hook or his crew.
The conversation went to something a little more lighter again, and he spoke of how she'd still find him irresistible even without the rum, and she quietly giggled. "I suppose I would," she teased. "It just might have been a little more slow going.." and a little more painful.
She was happy to hear that there were garments on the ship that she could wear.. but she did love her dress. It was the only thing she had from when she had been a fairy. Not to mention, she felt a little strange if she wasn't wearing something green.. But she wasn't one to be ungrateful. She would accept any clothing that was offered to her. Even though, as Hook admitted, he'd rather that she was unclothed at all times. "Don't worry, Hook.. chances are, you'll see me without clothing again.." To test theories, of course.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 6, 2014 11:50:37 GMT
Rum? IT'S NOT A WEAPON; NOT IN THE TRADITIONAL SENSE She further expressed her excitement of being on a ship, and then vocalized her ability to arrange his own personal entertainment. He merely smiled at that, for it was becoming increasingly clear that this would not be their only encounter together . . and along that train of not, not their only intimately shared encounter. "Finally. Something good was found on this bloody island," he said thinking aloud, referring to her of course. A good pastime, good company . . . yes. She was going to make his time here more bearable, until he found a way off. Which, he would not stop searching for.
The conversation about Pan was far less jovial, yet it was inevitable. It was the looming threat on this island; what was preventing them off of it. She told him that Pan had grown to trust her, and this intrigued him. "How did that come to happen?" He inquired. if Pan trusted her . . . then perhaps there was a way that they could use that to get off this island. Assuming that she too wanted to get out of Neverland. She admitted that the feeling was not mutual, that she didn't trust him. "Nor should you," he agreed, reaffirmed by his own past -- and recent -- experiences with Peter Pan.
"If there was a way off this island, would you take it?" He asked, curious to find out whether she was content here, or not. From the way she spoke of Pan, it seemed like she feared him. And rightfully so. Hook himself felt threatened by the boy because he owned this entire place. Controlled it, and thus, them. And well, Hook didn't do well with authority figures. He was after all, a pirate. "I know," he told her, though he did appreciate the warning. It seemed to be something else they had in common. "He is not one to be trifled with, hence the reason I am determined to find a way out of Neverland," he told her in a low voice. Pan's spies -- those damn Lost Boys -- could be anywhere.
She agreed that she would find him so -- though perhaps she was just humoring him. Either way, he was rather enjoying the playful mood created between them. "Well then it is fortunate that such was not the case. Sometimes I don't like to move slow," he told her. Especially with how quickly things had heated up and intensified between them. He had to admit that it had been a rather good pace. Tinkerbell assured him that he would see her without clothing again and he raised an eyebrow in intrigue, clearly looking forward to the prospect of an unclad Tink. "Most excellent," he stated, vocalizing his thoughts. "For it is quite a pleasurable vision, I must say. One that I will take full advantage of." After how good this had been, how could he not?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2014 15:12:36 GMT
He spoke of her as something good that had come from being trapped in Neverland. Honestly, she felt the same. She'd been living there, as contently as possible, but the company on the island wasn't exactly prime choice. "I'm glad you find my company so enjoyable." She hadn't been thinking of what things would be like once he left Neverland, which would likely happen. It wasn't exactly a magnificent spot to live in for normal people. Not with the craziness happening.
Speaking of which, he had asked her how Pan came to trust her. It was a very easy tale to tell. "It's because I stay out of his way and mind my own business. I keep to my side of the island, and he keeps to his." Pan likely thought that she still had magic.. but she didn't. She wouldn't tell anyone that she couldn't use pixie dust anymore. Just because she wasn't a fairy anymore, it didn't mean that she couldn't use magic.. The problem was that she didn't believe in herself enough to do so. "It's the only way I've stayed safe the whole time I've been here. You'll be safe, too.. I'll keep him and his shadow away from you while I can until you can find a way off the island." As far as trusting Pan went, he wouldn't have to worry that she and the boy would suddenly become allies. "The trick is to never trust anyone completely," she confided. It was true.. she didn't trust anyone..she couldn't..not anymore.
She knew that Hook and his crew weren't going to stay. Why would he? It was a horrible place.. The only thing that made it worth while was the fact that she never aged. "I don't think so.." she told him in a soft tone. "This is where I belong. I've been sent here for a reason.. maybe it's to watch over Pan and the boys that he takes to keep him in line. But I'd feel horrible if I left and he was here to his own devices. He has no conscience...i'm the closest thing he has to a voice of reason when he needs advice. It sounds horrible, and completely idiotic, but i'm needed here. At least for now." She was no longer a fairy..but if there was anything she could do to help anyone - especially the lost boys - she would do it. She listened to him speak of how he needed to find a way off the island.. how he was determined to do it. A feeling in the pit of Tink's stomach made her feel almost sick.. she could have blamed the rum, but she knew that wasn't the problem.
Although the conversation took another lighthearted turn, Tink was still feeling uneasy. Still though, she managed to smile at his words. "I'll be counting on it," she mused. "What...what would happen if I told you that I could help you off the island?" She didn't want him to leave.. he was the best thing that had happened here.. but she also couldn't bring herself to be selfish. She'd be safe, yes..but how long would Hook and his crew be protected? "Would you leave right away?"
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 28, 2014 17:28:49 GMT
Rum? IT'S NOT A WEAPON; NOT IN THE TRADITIONAL SENSE Tinkerbell began to explain that she kept to her own business and steered clear of his. That certainly seemed like a decent arrangement, and though Hook never willingly got in Pan's way, one had to constantly walk on eggshells on this island and the pirate had enough of it. He had come here for one purpose and now that he had achieved that, he was ready to go back. "And you don't tire of all this? Of having him in constant control?" Ever since, well, Hook became a pirate, he could not stand authority. The whole essence of piracy was freedom and doing what you wanted, how you wanted and when you wanted. Besides, his experience with Pan in the past hadn't exactly been pleasant.
"Thank you for that, lass," he stated when she assured him she would keep him and his crewmen safe. "We've survived for quite some time thus far. But any assurance would be beneficial. Should you wish to seek shelter on my ship, then consider it done." Though she said she had a treehouse, he still offered the Jolly Roger as a shelter for her, even if it just offered a change of scenery. She then told hi that the trick was not to ever trust anyone. "Aye. I learned that the first time I came here, many years ago." Pan had told him the partial truth about the water, yet had conveniently left out the most important detail. And it had cost him his brother's life.
She then went on to say that his was where she belonged; that she served as a conscience to Pan and looked out for the other boys. "This does not seem like a befitting place for you, love, but should you feel you need to stay, that is your own choice." Though he didn't know her well, she was still a woman. One who offered him aid and so hearing that she felt the need to remain here . . . well, Hook wondered if he could convince her otherwise. "Don't you fear Pan will suddenly turn on you? That he will no longer tolerate a voice of reason?" Wasn't she in constant fear of that? This place held so much trickery and deceit and could easily lead a person to madness.
But perhaps her reasons for staying, was what indeed made her a fairy. She didn't stop being one just because she lost her magic. Being a fairy surely extended to what was in a person's heart, and their desire to help others . . . just as she was doing here. She then asked him a question that was quite easy to answer. "Aye," he confirmed almost immediately. "I have unfinished business I must attend to and so if you know a way off this cursed place, I would be quite appreciative if you would tell me." Did she know of a way?
Hook knew it was dangerous to hope for such a thing, but after having searched for a way of this island for quite some time . . . he was indeed desperate. "And I would still say that you should come with me," he added, continuing to place the invitation there. But if she knew a way off this place, yet had not left . . . then it did indeed mean she was staying willingly, and that perhaps she really had no intention of leaving.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2014 14:06:29 GMT
He asked her questions that she wouldn't normally answer.. but Hook was far from being a stranger at this point, so she decided that it was safe to answer. "I do tire of it from time to time..but it's the same as the place I came from. One person, controlling every move that everyone else made. At least here, with Pan, i'm not judged." The fairies all had to answer to Blue.. they were under strict rules. At least these boys had no rules..they were free. Granted, she didn't condone any of it, but at least the Lost Boys were happy. "Kingdoms are ruled by tyrants, the fairies are ruled by blue.. This is just the same as anywhere else I've been." She gave him a light shrug.
She gave him a nod when he thanked her. There was no need to do so though.. she wasn't about to let any harm come to the pirates. She was a fairy.. it was in her blood to keep people safe. Especially him. He then offered her safety on his ship. She enjoyed her tree house, but she had to admit that a change of scenery might do her some good for a little while. "Thank you, Hook. You're very kind. I keep getting more and more glad that I didn't kill you earlier." She teased with a small grin. He had mentioned that he had been here before, several years ago. This explained how he had known of Pan. "You were here?" She asked with a curious quirk of her brow. "Were you a lost boy?" Was it possible that she had just met someone who had braved Neverland and had gotten away? She was now most intrigued.
He had been right. The place wasn't befitting for her.. or anyone for that matter. Aside, apparently, for pre-pubescent runaway boys. Still though, she couldn't bring herself to leave. What was out there for her? Why would she want to leave the island where she'd never grow old, and never die? It was the closest thing she could get to being a fairy again. "I do worry that one day he'll grow tired of me, yes.. but in that case he'd likely banish me to another part of an island. I'm no threat to him, and he knows it. At least, he thinks it." She gave him a confident grin. "Don't you worry Captain. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it." She hoped that it never would come to that, though..because honestly? She wasn't sure she'd be safe from him if he turned.
"It just so happens that I do have a way off of the island. It's not exactly something I should be giving to just anyone, though." There were two vials of pixie dust left. She had one, and the other was given to a girl named Wendy. She lifted the vial from the necklace that she wore, pulling it over her head, and she held it out to him. "There are only a couple of sprinkles, but it's very potent. You can either spread it on your ship to make it fly, or sprinkle it in the ocean to create another portal. Like your bean. The kicker is.. You have to think happy thoughts for it to work." She searched his eyes, wondering if the man had any happy thoughts left. He seemed as though he had seen pain..much pain in his life.
He mentioned to her that he thought that she should leave with him, and it made her lips curve in to a warm smile. "It's not every day a pirate asks me to run away with him," she teased. "It really is tempting.. but I'm afraid I have some unfinished business too." She leaned forward, and gently kissed his lips, suddenly feeling a burst of..whatever that was that she had felt before the two of them engaged in their sexual activities earlier. "If the circumstances were different, Captain Hook.. I'd run away with you in a heart beat." But right now..they were ships passing in the night, so to speak. At least until he was ready to leave.
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Post by Killian Jones on Jan 3, 2015 15:03:06 GMT
Rum? IT'S NOT A WEAPON; NOT IN THE TRADITIONAL SENSE Tinkerbell spoke of how she tired of it at times, but that she was accustomed to authority, be it here or elsewhere. "Part of the joys that a pirate's life offers is not having to answer to anyone; defying any form of authority." It had been what prompted his rebellion against the crown. And while he held rank . . . it was different. He didn't bother his men with legalities. He gave them the freedom their lives offered and only gave command when it came to navigation and making decisions regarding who was permitted on board his ship. Just as they respected his brother's authority, they now followed him. He supposed that had a great deal to do with their loyalty.
"Pity you have not yet experienced that freedom," he added, using the dull side of his hook to trail down her cheek as he gave her a bit of a smile. It certainly sounded like she needed that sort of liberation, yet still felt bound here . . . a mindset that wasn't going to be so easy to sway. He gave a slight chuckle when she expressed his gladness in not having killed him earlier. "As am I," he said in agreement, not having been fearful of her at the time, especially since they had started a conversation while she had the dagger at his throat. Hell, she had even questioned his lack of concern for it at the time.
She then questioned his words, confirming that he had been here, inquiring as to whether he had been a lost boy. That certainly would have been the most logical reason, but it was so far from the truth. "Not quite," he said ambiguously. He forced a smile on his lips as he looked at her. "That is a story for another time, love," he answered, dismissing the topic entirely. There were very few who knew of his brother and he was not about to explain a journey that had cost him Liam's life. Not yet anyway. Fortunately, their conversation was progressing nicely which allowed him to evade that subject.
"I just hope that should that happen, you will be able to find a way off this island." And that she would not be banished here for an eternity for that, was the ultimate curse indeed. Particularly if she fell out of the good graces of Pan. At least it was good to hear the boy wouldn't kill her or anything of the sort. But in certain conditions, he wondered if death was a welcome alternative . . . for there were fates far worse than death. She seemed confident and capable enough though; certainly not a woman who played into the whole damsel in distress role. So he would not doubt her. If she was certain, then he supposed he would have to accept that, despite his attempts to convince her to join him on the Jolly Roger.
Her way off the island intrigued him as he listened, and watch her, reveal the vial of fairy dust, even admitting that it was not something she should be giving just anyone. It was such a precious commodity . . . and despite Killian's selfishness, he felt almost reluctant to take it. Instead, he just eyed the bottle, listening to her explanation. The catch of it being that he had to think happy thoughts sounded far easier said than done. Was killing a man for vengeance counted as a happy thought? He certainly hoped so, because it was all he had. "Perhaps you should be at my side then," he said, flirtatiously, adding playfulness to diminish the seriousness of the topic. "For I certainly was feeling rather euphoric with you just now." He knew that happiness and pleasure were two entirely different things, but he was just engaging in flirtations, unsure of how much time they had left together and he found himself quite enjoying her company. Not just for the physical pleasure it brought him, but for the conversation as well. He knew that he could not use humor to evade the topic though, as he grew slightly more serious upon her offering of the fairy dust. "Taking it may put you at a grand disadvantage, Tink." For once, he was considering her well fare above his own. She said she didn't have any magic left in her, yet it seemed that she was doing something to him to make him act this way . . . whatever it was. Her words saying that she couldn't leave just yet were indeed a little disappointing, but he could understand that. After all, they each had their own missions they were to fulfill. Hers was here, just like his was not. He closed his eyes as she lightly kissed his lips, basking in the brief embrace. When she pulled away, she spoke of how if things were different, she would have left with him. He slowly opened his eyes, a soft smile on his lips. "In another life then, perhaps," he told her. For he too, did not just offer anyone a ride aboard the Jolly Roger. Something about her compelled him to do so.
"My offer will stand for as long as I am here, should you change your mind." Which, he hoped she did but he also knew that it didn't seem likely. He then leaned toward her, lightly kissing her lips again before speaking against them. "And I will have to use what time we have wisely, in attempt to do so," he said teasingly, but not lacking truth. Taking advantage of their close proximity, he kissed her once more, before reluctantly pulling away, aware that they couldn't stay in this position forever. "Come then. Let me show you my ship," he offered, his voice filled with a mix of suggestiveness as well as rational reason for taking her there as they had previously discussed.
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