Entry tags:

active: hope mikaelson, inactive: harry hook

WHO: harry hook and hope mikaelson
WHERE: it was supposed to be pizza, now who knows
WHEN: this afternoon
WARNINGS: tbd
SPOILERS? probably for D3

The town, or whatever this place was, dinnae look quite the same anymore. Everything was just off and he knew it wasn't because he had gotten drunk or something. This place was different. Bloody magic. A faint shudder went through him as he realized just how much magic was still affecting his life. He would never be free of the influence of that nasty stuff it seemed. What really got him though was the fact he had experienced freedom for a brief moment. A mere closing of his eyes and it was over. Harry had stepped off to the side to calm his mind and woke up to nearly heaving his innards out.

How was that fair?

He stood twisting on of his rings around on his finger as he waited for Hope. His gaze wasn't really focused on anything at his let his mind wander. Was his gorgeous idiot alright? Aye, probably was. Jay was most likely keeping Gil distracted, and while it might irritate him, he wanted Gilly-Boy to be happy. Evil knew that idiot was far too sunshine for the Isle. He had watched when Gil experienced fresh fruit for the first time and it had wrenched his bleeding heart. As long as his second mate was free of the Isle than he would do his best not to worry. Gil had Uma, she'd protect the huntsman's son.

A noise caught his attention and his kohl-rimmed eyes shifted just enough to take in the sight of Hope approaching him.

"I dinnae think yer pizza place is still about, wut with the town looking as it does now," he drawled out in his thick Scottish brogue. Harry knew how to speak like a proper gentleman, he just actively opted not to do so. "Also, hullo, don't ye looking ravishing today?" He flashed her one of his charismatic smiles that tended to make wenches on the Isle swoon. Harry Hook was a flirt down to his bones.

His attire didn't exactly fit in with the area, but he had managed to tone it down just a little. His red vest was back in his room, but he still wore his ripped tank top and clam digger pants. Bits of plaid showed through as patches in the leather of his pants. His trademark hook was clipped to one his many belts. He felt naked without a sword, but he hadn't had one on him when he found himself here. Harry was going to have to fix that at some point, but right now he wanted to gather more information about this place.

"I am following yer lead today," he winked at her. "Do wut ye will with me."