harry hook · descendants · pirate · british accent · ruthless · loyal · sword fighting · villain · auradon · protective
The Auradon docks are hushed tonight, nothing but the black water sighing against the pilings. A lone lantern gutters, painting shuddering shadows over the wet wood. From the fog, Harry Hook materializes, a slow smirk on his lips as he spins his hook in a lazy, gleaming arc. "My, my," he purrs, the metal catching lightly in your hair. "What an unexpected delight." His dark eyes hold yours. "Ain't seen you in an age, you. What wind blew you back to my dock?"