Henry Mills/Jared Gilmore Imagines

Hooded

~ Henry Mills~

The reader meets a mysterious hooded figure.

Warnings: action, mentions of death and alcohol, pubs, jail, a little bit of violence, child neglect

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You never liked being alone.

It's probably because you were an only child in a lonely house. Your mother was kind and worked all day long selling the dresses at the market which she sewed at night in order to provide for you. So you were alone.

You father died young.

Alcohol poisoning.

But he was known as a horrible man around the Enchanted Forest. So, supposedly he was better off dead.

But if he was alive, at least you wouldn't be alone.

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You didn't drink anything alcoholic at the pub because you were afraid of falling down the same hole that your father fell down so many years ago.

But the public pub served beers left and right to those who paid and those who didn't. They just wanted everyone drunk so they could dig into their pockets and take their wallets.

You enjoyed going to the pub. It was the liveliest place you could think of.

The pirates enchanted you the most. They were in the corner laughing and drinking.

Then there were the lonely women in the corner, who were either unhappy with their husbands or their husbands were off to war or had been widowed.

Then there were young gamblers. They were always playing cards, never seemed to tire, and could hear change rattling from their pockets.

Suddenly, a rush of cold air hit your body.

You didn't loose focus on the people laughing and dancing and singing to no tune.

When suddenly a man sits on a chair next to you.

He has a hood on to shield his face, though I can see his defining features. Long nose. Dark brown eyes. Poofy brown hair. Beautiful, long lips that stretch into a smile upon seeing your face.

"Hi," he says.

He seems to be your age; a foolish teen trying to grab some attention.

"Hi," you respond.

"Come here often?" he asks.

You stare at him with blank eyes, "Uh....no?"

"Okay cool," he says, drumming his fingers on the table.

You wait a while longer, before you smile at him, "If this is your attempt at flirting, you, sir, are an epic failure,"

He laughs, "Epic failure? And I suppose you can do better,"

"I can,"

"Well. Let's see it then," he says.

"You really want me to try?" you ask.