Hey Descendents!
I usually wait until the end to post our rl news, but I'm so excited! Twisted and Her husband got the house that's only 15 minutes away! Yay! Happy Dance!
*Clears Throat*
And now, the chapter I promised...
Another week goes by...
T growls as he wipes the dust off of his shoulders, the smell of the catacombs still ripe in his nose as he sneaks past the frantic imps one final time before making his exit. Where the fuck was Hyades if she wasn't with the Rotten four, or the Crypt? He frowns as he makes his way past the danger signs.
Could she be at the strange house again? He dismisses the thought. She only went there at night. With nothing else he can think of, he starts searching for any sign. A singed rock, a long white and blue hair… Anything. After some searching, he finds a small bare foot print trail leading towards the shore.
With a sigh, he heads in that direction. What a pain in the ass.
And to think after all this time of avoiding her all it took was one crestfallen glance from Gil to have him hunting high and low for the MIA fire goddess. He shakes his head as he continues following the barefooted prints.
He was such a sucker when it came to Gil, and it wasn't funny. He wasn't dying to correct either. It was a conflicting feeling. But what wasn't lately? He rubs his scarred stomach. What the fuck had he been thinking? She could have stabbed him. He lets out a bark of laughter as he shakes his head. What was done was done, and he'd apparently thrown her off enough to get what he wanted in the process. Permission to chill.
He finds her sprawled out on a blanket, a good distance from the water, with her writing tools. T has to force himself to hold back a groan. He silently walks up behind her and climbs a post. He slowly crouches forward to block out her meager sun.
Hyades blinks at the slight change and looks out over the ocean at the grimy sky.
"It's dangerous to chill at places like this alone you know…" T frowns as he stands at full height and crosses his arms.
With a gasp Hyades rolls off the blanket and stands, facing T. "Gods. You scared me."
"Welcome to my world." T states dryly. "Who just hangs out at the beach by themselves?"
Hyades narrows her eyes as she looks the stranger over, "T?"
"Thats the fucking last time I assume you spend all you free time in a crypt." He hops down. "Sup?"
"Uh… Not much?" She frowns, "Um, why were you looking for me?"
"Uh because it's been three weeks since you've chilled with the sea three and they're all kinda drivin' me nuts… Ta be honest," He shifts awkwardly, "Well that, and ta uh, apologize, I guess, for ya know, tossin' yer ass down a well..."
"Apologize?" Hyades rolls her eyes, "Yeah right. You saved Mal and Uma's groups from getting burnt. If anything, I'm sorry for burning- Oh, did you get the box? I uh, I kind of figured you were avoiding me so I sent it with Gil."
"Oh I totes got the box, Gil is an excellent messenger. The well was different, I liked it."
Hyades shrugs, "Like I said in the letter, I couldn't figure out a way to say thanks, sorry, and glad to finally meet you." She wraps her arms behind her back, "So yeah, I made the well outta glass. Sorry if it's weird."
"How thoughtfully appropriate." T rubs his arm awkwardly. "Thank you."
"It's just kind of what I do. I don't get much good out of my fire, might as well do something nice with it when I can." Hyades sighs, "Ya know, trying to make up for stuff."
T shrugs, "Just try being you, you're the only one on the isle that can get away with it without a fuck ton of leg work, I say rock it."
Hyades shakes her head, shaking loose the knot holding her hair out of her face. "Easier said than done I guess."
"Maybe for you…" T shrugs again, "I find it pretty easy myself." He plops down in the sand.
The light breeze coming in off the ocean tosses her hair around. "Yeah well, no one knows anything about you." Hyades boldly points out, "Except that you don't like bullies apparently."
"Does anyone really like bullies?" T shrugs, "Besides, my path can't be yours, you don't get the luxury princess you glow like a billion candles on a bad day…Heritage. It can really bite you in the ass. Fact number two about me, I'm a whoreson, an urchin ya know? I get to roll low."
Hyades raises an eyebrow, "I'm not a princess."
"Mmhmm, and I'm not a pain in the ass to get to know." T rolls his eyes.
"Mmhmm" Hyades mocks, "So, whoreson, urchin, smart, don't like bullies, good at sneaking around, fearless, possibly concerned for the people you… like?"
"Possibly...What are you apart of Mal's gang or just wantin' a profile?" T chuckles
Hyades can't help the bright laughter, "No, I just like people and stories. I've found you interesting ever since Carlos told me about you and the twins."
T groans, "No, I'm not interesting. That wasn't interesting. That was a… a physical communication, and nothing more. Pretty boring shit really, when you think about it. Interesting is Evie and Dizzy together, or Mal and Mimi."
"You know, uninteresting people never have to say they're not interesting." She shrugs, "So there's that."
T pauses as he studies Hyades with a frown. "Really? I feel like it would be the opposite."
"Nope, uninteresting people usually try to sound or act interesting, or just flat out say that they are. But when you're just interesting, words can't really label you anymore."
"Uh huh, well I feel like there are still plenty of words that label me. Reckless-"
"Yep," Hyades crosses her arms in front of her chest, "You proved that one with the damn well."
"Yeah, well that one definitely won't be in the selfie reel or whatever." T mutters in agreement as he scratches the back of his head.
Hyades purses her lips to the side, "So… You're healed, back on the isle doing your 'T' thing, and are looking for me now because the wharf rats are driving you nuts?"
"Yeah that bout sums it up. Not right you switchin' up the routine like that, makes Uma think you hate her or she did something wrong or something. It's bad when I'm spendin' more time with one than the other… Same goes for you..."
"Why would I hate them?" Hyades asks in surprise, "I just figured they were busy."
"You can be a really hard bitch ta reach when ya want to be. Gil checked out your crypt twice in the last three weeks and you weren't there… Albeit he couldn't come at his normal times and he was upset he couldn't tell you that- And Uma gets just a bit testy when you don't spend any time with her. I know it's hard, but please meet her half way. She tries her damndest to work her schedule around seeing you, but Ursula is as cruel as ever… Gil and Harry had to pick up shifts to help out this month. Probably woulda been clearer if Gil had ever remembered to take this note with him, actually, but when it comes to you his head flies away, and reason with it." He explains before he pulls out a folded piece of crumpled paper and holds it out to her.
Hyades blinks as she walks forward and takes the note. She quickly reads it over, smiling when she recognizes Uma's smooth writing. "I started coming out here early last week hoping I'd catch them." Hyades sadly explains once she's finished. "I was worried, but I can't go to the docks to check on them, and Uma's told me how much she hates when Pain or Panic show up." She frowns as she resumes her seat on the blanket where she tucks the letter into a small bag made out of the same material as her dress.
"Well, you're lookin' at the new and improved messenger, no strings attached." T grins at her. "I can't take another week of them like this anyways." He teases. "So how often do you come out here?"
"Everyday for the past ten days. I try to get here in time to see the sun rise, but I usually leave around three. Except the days I go to school. Then I get here around noon and leave as the sun goes down."
"Heard." T nods in understanding. "They're stuck on doubles, so it's six am to two am til they're off it." He lets out a low whistle, "They still wanna make time to see you if you can swing it though."
Hyades stares longingly in the direction of the docks before a chill has her rubbing her arms, "I wish I could help." She shivers as she turns away. "But I can't go to the docks, let alone her mother's shop. And I'm definitely not going on the boat. They worked so hard for it." She sighs as she grabs a fresh tablet so she can write back.
"Yeah, that's what I figured was gonna happen." T plops down on the blanket, laying back to look up at the sky as he waits content for Hyades to finish her letter.
"Thank you for letting me know." Hyades looks up from her writing, a small smile turning the corners of her lips as she watches T soak up what little sun could make it through the thick clouds, "And for taking a letter back for me."
"Yeah man, no sweat off my back." T covers his eyes as he checks their surroundings, before he lays back down.
Hyades sits back in thought with her forefinger gently grazing her thumbnail on both hands. "So… Question."
"Sup?"
"Why aren't you in a gang?"
"I don't have time for the politics." T responds after several heartbeats.
"Is that really what you tell yourself?" Hyades asks with a little frustrated glare.
T swallows as he slowly sits up and studies her, "What do you think I should be saying?"
"Well, I was hoping for the truth." Hyades rolls her eyes, "You obviously have time to be in a gang if you have time to track me down, and magically be in the right place at the right time to send us down a well."
"Maybe I'm just good at what I do? You ever think of that?" T plops back on the ground. "And I told you the truth, I hate politics."
"Yep. You're good at finding and following people. Which takes time. You're obviously not doing it for anyone but yourself, which means you have the time for this… Hobby? And the thing is, I'm sure all the gangs would want you to join and nothing would change for you, except you'd make reports. So it's not a time thing. It's something else." Hyades shrugs as she draws her knees up to her chest, "I just want to know what."
"Oh that's what you want to know?" T lets out a relieved sigh, "That's easy, you're interesting to me… All of the people I follow interest me, except for the ones that don't- but need to be watched anyways… If that makes any sense."
Hyades tilts her head to the side, "Wow… That's kind of how I feel, except the following people that need to be followed."
"Always knew you were different." T leans his head back lazily stretching his neck, "And not just in the obvious way."
Hyades laughs, but slowly grows somber, "So then, why isn't anyone forcing you to join a gang?"
"Imma nobody. They know nothing about me, what would it really benefit to have me in their gang?"
"Uh… The fact that you're sneaky and can gather information on anyone?" Hyades shakes her head, "I just set things on fire, a tad bit obvious."
"Yeah, which is way cooler by the way…" T comments off handedly. "I love setting shit on fire… I just know better." He adds dryly.
"My point is, anyone can do what I do. Matches, two sticks, two stones. Boom, fire."
"One, what you do would take a lot more than just fire and sticks, trust me, and two, and probably more importantly my point is the whole isle is lucky that it's you that got the fire weilding…" T shrugs.
"Gil said that too." Hyades sighs.
"Well Gil is a smart kid, you should listen to him more often." T adds dryly.
Hyades can't help but smile, "I'm glad you see that in him, most people don't."
"Gil is a fucking genius for managing to keep such a bright outlook in this place… It's fucking refreshing compared to all the doom and gloom from the rest of them… Not that I can blame anyone. But life can be pretty fucking awesome even in this shit hole and not enough people can see that…" T responds his voice growing softer. "I try to live every day to it's fullest. Learn as much as possible, hang out with who I can, when I can...You know that type of shit."
"Hmm… I like that." Hyades shifts so she can write, though she grabs a different tablet.
"How many of those things do you travel around with, christ…" T shakes his head. "Ten have to weigh as much as you do."
"Um, I try to keep a few blank ones, and I have a few I write notes on, this one I just write down things I like." She bounces her finger around, counting the stones, "Eleven."
"What a pain in the ass." T closes his eyes, "What do all your notebooks wharf out of existence?"
"I caught too many on fire," Hyades frowns, "so now I write in stone."
"Huh… eleven? At all times?" T shakes his head, "You must be a demigod." He teases.
Hyades smiles, "Yeah, sometimes it's kinda cool."
"You'd think it would only be cool…" T's eyes study her, "But not the way you wear it… It sucks doesn't it? Not fitting in on an isle full of misfits?"
"Most of the misfits don't belong here." Hyades sighs.
"Never said they did, just happen to be where they are."
"Hopefully not forever." Hyades pats her notes.
"Not forever, just til we die." T corrects her.
"Well that was dark."
"Usually." T shrugs. "But no less true. We're Auradon's glorified dumpster."
"Unless the King changes his mind."
"Fat chance of that happening." T scoffs. "He barely pays attention as is. When's the last time you actually saw an Auradon guard? Those bitches bounced."
Hyades frowns, "It's still worth a try." She purses her lips, "Yensid said I could make a difference."
"Hey man, may the odds be in your favor if that's been your goal with your articles." T nods, "Yensid?" T narrows his eyes, where had he seen that name before? He chews his lip. "He's a teacher right?"
Hyades nods, "He's a wizard from Auradon that chose to come over here to teach."
T sits up and studies Hyades carefully, "Wait, your tellin' me people actually did, chose to come here on purpose?"
"Yensid's the only one I know of. He didn't agree with the King's decree, and when the OVs started having kids he decided to help out by teaching." Hyades picks up stone tablet after stone tablet as if looking for something, "He's very wise, and my favorite teacher. Carlos' too."
T's eyes narrow in thought, as he looks out into the ocean. "Huh… Well, that's different…Didn't even know we had a hero, but that house where I can hear and see nothing makes a lot more sense now… And it must've been Carlos that mentioned him... "
"Probably. Carlos and Yensid spend hours talking science." Hyades rolls her eyes as she gets back to work on her letter to Uma, Harry and Gil.
"Ah…" T lays back on the blanket, content to be finished with their conversation.
Hyades stylus stops, "Thanks." she says quietly before she starts writing again.
"Nothin' you need to be thanking me for princess." T shrugs, taking the time to survey their surroundings again before he settles.
"Sometimes it's just nice to talk," Hyades smiles as she props her chin up on one hand, "or hang out."
"Yeah, it really fucking is." T remarks tonelessly. "Loneliness is one hell of bitch to overcome by yourself…" He adds darkly. "Speakin' of which, why do you do it? Isolate yourself on purpose that is? I'm curious?"
Hyades bites her lip as she slowly lifts the stylus from the stone, "I guess it's mostly because, when I'm upset, it's hard for me to even think when I'm around others. So I go back to my crypt so I can calm down and think."
"Oh… I get that… I do the same thing to an extent…"
"I get that I stay away longer than everyone thinks I should. I'm not doing it to be mean or make anyone worry, or punish anyone." Gil's words still stung, "I just-" She shakes her head in frustration.
"Hey man, it took me three and a half months to talk to you… I get it… but the longer you wait the harder it gets to come back from that isolation… Aren't you ever worried about getting lost in it?"
"I haven't yet. I usually just lose track of time and then get caught up in a cycle."
"Been there too…" T chuckles. "A lot actually. It's how I first ran into Jay, Gil, and Carlos…They all kinda helped break me from my cycle..."
Hyades smiles, "Gil and Harry usually pull me out. Jay too. They're the braver of the bunch."
"Your dad is fucking serious business, you can't blame the others for not sniffing you out…"
"I know." Hyades all to quickly agrees as she absently rubs her hands, "And I don't. Most of the time I don't even like being there, so how in the world could I blame them."
"Huh…" T closes his eyes, "You need to find a different place to bugger off to then. I have several stashes around the isle that I crash at..."
Hyades chuckles, "Me too. Though my places are less city-ish and more outside-ish."
"Fair enough." T nods, "An' good ta know next time I have to hunt you down." He grins at her.
"I feel like you just issued a challenge." Hyades grins back.
"I'm starting to discover that I have quite the competitive streak." T responds simply, "I'm pretty confident in my skills, are you?"
"I guess we'll just have to see."
"Sounds like it." T smiles smugly, "An ain't like anyone else is volunteering to play messenger."
Hi again,
There you guys have it, T and Hyades second meeting, but very first real conversation. Why did we add this? We really felt like these two would have been fast friends, once we really nailed down Deez personality and quirks, so on this write through we wanted to add their first real conversation, the one that started it all. Buckle up, we've learned these two can be quite the troublemakers.
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