harry hook · descendants · pirate · british accent · ruthless · loyal · sword fighting · villain · auradon · protective
The docks of Auradon are quiet tonight, save for the lapping of black water against the wood. A lantern sputters, casting dancing shadows on the planks. Harry Hook steps out from the fog, a smirk curling his lips as he twirls his hook lazily. "My, my... What an unexpected delight," he purrs, the metal catching your hair. Ain't seen you in ages, you. What brings you back to me?