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Harry Hook is chaotic neutral (ง'̀-'́)ง (callemfishbait) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-10-23 17:53:00

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inactive: harry hook, inactive: mal bertha

WHO Hook and Mal
WHAT. snow, shennigans, and acting like two kids from the Isle
WHEN. this afternoon
WHERE. in the snow
WARNINGS. Swearing, antics, etc.
STATUS. on going

The trick with hunting prey was not to let them see you first.

That was also the trick of sneaking past drunk fathers who had nasty sharp hooks. Harry had gotten extremely good at sneaking in his life, something he was using to his advantage at the moment. Life in Goodland was ripping his mind apart lately. He had attachments, people he would fight for, and he knew that was a weakness. One several people on the Isle would exploit. Harry Hook had enemies. Be it adults that had tasted his hook when he protected children or be it rival gang members.

Harry had done his best to only be attached to Uma, Gil, and the crew back on the Isle.

You remove each person your enemy cares about. You make them lose every single person they turned to for comfort and strength.

He patted the snow together into a sphere shape between his gloves as he hid around the side of a cabin. His father's lessons seemed to overlay his thoughts a lot lately and it was probably because there was a version of the bastard in Goodland now. Except, well, sodding Killian didn't actually seem that bad. Harry winced as the snowball in his exploded between his fingers thanks to the pressure he had been applying.

You make sure your enemy has nowhere to land.

By Evil, if his actual father actually showed up? Harry would drive the man through with a sword before the Captain could harm Freddy, Aracely, or even Mal of all people. His father would try to steal Cleo and use her. Even Barry... Harry shook his gloves out as he scowled. When had he gotten so bloody attached to people? What was wrong with him? There were more names to the list of people he'd want to protect and that was wrong according to the Isle.

The sound of crunching caught his attention and he peered around the edge of the cabin. Perfect. Harry didn't make a sound as he pounced so he basically tackled Mal into a drift of snow. His arms went around her so she didn't have time to escape from the outcome of this fall. He got a face full of snow for his trouble as he also slammed into the snowdrift. Hope's suggestions for clothes had been well worth it, even if they weren't his normal style. Warmth was far more important then looking like a menacing pirate at the moment.

Take away your enemy's ability to laugh.

Harry rolled off of Mal and sank back into the snow as he burst out laughing. He pushed snow off of his face as he continued to laugh.

"Is there snow in Auradon or do ye have to go to Arendelle? Diz would love this... Actually, I can think of a pair of twins that would probably shiver in their wee boots before finally enjoying themselves in this here snow. But, ta be honest, I think Uma wouldn't know wut to do with this weather." His rambling words were a clear sign he was trying to keep his thoughts at bay.

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callemfishbait
2019-10-31 10:36 pm UTC (link)

Deal struck. Harry couldn't help grinning even more as Mal seemed to think she was definitely winning. The fact she was willing to kiss him so he didn't have to suffer magic was a strange thing. It made moths lurch about his stomach and he wasn't quite sure what to do with that feeling, so he did his best to just ignore.

No point in dwelling on things.

He snapped his teeth at her in a mocking way before shifting his stance to one primed for sprinting. Running through snow wasn't easy and Mal was going to learn. "Ready, Malsy," he crowed out.

"One, two, three- GO!" He took off the second the word go left his lips. Snow was kicked up around him as he did his best to put distance between him and the future Queen of Auradon. His lungs burned from the cold air he was inhaling, but there was actually a bit of a smile on his face. Harry wasn't used to just having fun for the sake of fun. This was fun. They were just two kids from the Isle that were racing for no reason at all. The prize was hardly malicious. No one's life was at stake.

Barry would be proud.

The young pirate let out a loud crow of laughter as he closed the last distance to the snow owl with a jump. His arms windmilled as he sailed through the air. His boots collided hard into the snow next to the snow creation. He thrust both arms up into the air as he whooped. He spun around to gloat at Mal because he was positive the purple-haired vixen was way behind him.

His heavy eyelinered eyes widened in surprise. "Oh shite-"

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ifonly
2019-11-01 10:41 pm UTC (link)

She couldn't focus too much on what the end result of the race would be - Mal had to push that from her mind and ready herself to run. Getting distracted by the thought of kissing Harry was ridiculous, anyway. It was just a silly, meaningless kiss that neither would enjoy, after all. As far as bets that Isle kids tended to make, it was a tame one.

Readying herself, she took off once he spoke the word "go" as well, doing her best to trudge through the snow and finding it more difficult than she could've imagined. Glaring ahead as Harry took a promising lead, she let a little growl escape her lips as she forced herself to run harder, faster. She had talked a big game and wanted so badly to back it up with results - that and she would never hear the end of it from him. She would be on her death bed, he would come to see her, "remember that time I beat you at the snow race?" No way, wasn't happening.

Biting her lip, she felt a bit of guilt but it was only momentary as Harry's lead increased. Eyes glowing green, she said a bit breathlessly, "Feet of mine, slow but true, please go faster out of the blue." Green sparkles descended onto her booted feet and suddenly she was flying, making up the distance between them - but too late. Harry was at the owl and already gloating. Mal didn't have time to be annoyed, however, as her feet didn't seem to want to stop or slow down. Tumbling towards him, trying to keep her balance, all was lost when she hit a slick patch of snow - maybe a sheet of ice underneath it - and slipped, slamming right into him and knocking him back into the snow.

Laying on top of him, she caught her breath, hands resting against his chest. She looked up at him, cheeks flushed from what she would claim was the race, not the position they found themselves in. It was likely a little bit of both. Her eyes met his and she swallowed, forgetting how to move for a moment - that was weird. Any other time being this close to Harry, her body would've rejected it and immediately done everything it could to get the hell away from him - like a reverse magnet; but as she fought to fill her burning lungs with air again, she couldn't find that urge in her this time.

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callemfishbait
2019-11-04 12:09 am UTC (link)

The impact was a bit more painful than when he had tackled her earlier. Harry grunted in mild pain as he wrapped his arms around her waist to stop her from rolling away into more danger. Well that and from shifting in such a way he'd actually get injured.

He was ready to scold her for whatever stunt she had just pulled, but Harry didn't quite get the words past his lips as he stared at her in surprise. His chest rose and fell quickly as he the cold air bit at his slightly warm face. Uma would have been laughing her ass off at this scene, most likely.

"If ye wanted to get me in this position," he drawled out with a sneer, "Ye could have just asked." He flashed her a grin. Without thinking he shifted a hand from her waist up to the side of her face. He cupped her cheek as he leaned up just a little bit to cover her lips with his own. Harry had never had problems using things like a kiss as a weapon of sorts. A way to get what he wanted. This kiss? This kiss was oddly tender compared to his normal behavior. When he finally pulled away he was sure she was going to slap him or some such.

"There, now ye dinnae have to ruin yer lovely locks."

The storm that was often in his eyes was calmer now as he smiled at her with an honest smile. "Ye suck at running in the snow, Malsy. Maybe we should go in soon, aye? Get something warm ta drink. I can only handle so much of the cold. No matter how delightful the company."

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ifonly
2019-11-04 03:53 am UTC (link)

The color in her face grew from a flush to a full-on blush, something undeniable - though she would certainly try. It took her a moment to regain her composure, to snark back at his comments, "If I wanted you in this position, I'd have to be out of my mind." For some reason, the sharpness that was usually found in any retort toward Harry wasn't there this time. It was dull and soft, more akin to a butter knife. There was a panic rising up inside her at the realization that she didn't actually mind this. What the hell was going on?

In her flustered state, Mal had almost forgotten about the deal they'd struck - until he lifted a hand to her cheek and leaned in. Watching his hand out of the corner of her eye, they widened when his lips touched hers. It hadn't been at all what she was expecting - not that she had thought about it enough to be expecting anything, of course; but she had pictured a quick peck or something silly, sloppy, and gross. One to get it over with or one to annoy her. The tenderness in it was another shock to her system.

Once again, it took her a moment to get out of her own head and the result of that surprised even her as she found herself kissing him back. Just a reflex, like something hitting your knee in just the right spot and making your leg kick. Uncontrollable, unstoppable. It really wasn't her own doing.

When he pulled away, she simply stared back down at him again, blinking a couple of times before swallowing hard and allowing her eyes to dart elsewhere. "Yeah, well. Deal's a deal." Pursing her lips together, she was grateful that he kept talking and suggested going inside to warm up. It gave her something else to focus on besides how...not terrible the kiss turned out to be - and most importantly, how different it felt with Harry than with Ben. That was something that was going away in the vault of her mind, never to be brought out again.

Nodding and unable not to smile back at him just a little bit, despite wanting to scowl instead, Mal forced herself up and off of him with a groan, brushing the snow off herself and once more reaching out her hand to help him up. "Hot chocolate with a ton of marshmallows sounds really good right about now."

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