Hey Descendants!
There's a lot swirling around with the drop of the lastest in the Descendants verse. Lots of new things that could happen.
So we're super happy to have you here, continuing our story.
If you're interested, we've redone the beginning of We Wear the Mask. You've probably seen the mess of me removing some of the chapters. Well now we've reworked Wellwater Rescue, the first time all the mains from Isle of the lost are in the same chapter, into a four part intro.
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He leans back, head hanging behind him as he stares at the ceiling and groans.
The sound was as miserable as he felt.
It had been eight days.
Eight long-ass days.
Eight days of rejection.
Eight days of worry.
Eight days of- well, nothing good.
He fucking missed them.
He knew it had been a lot.
Like, so fucking much.
But they were their fucking friends.
He was done.
He looks back down at the table to his untouched food.
Done.
So fucking done with this waiting shit.
They were never going to leave their room if left to their own decisions.
Not that he could blame them, but they could at least invite them to stew in their misery.
Fear.
Not that he could blame them-
He'd nearly pissed himself when Evie had-
The cackle.
The blue blur.
Fuck, even just thinking about it still gave him goosebumps.
Still made him sick to his stomach.
He wasn't sure he'd ever gone this long without smoking green.
And the number of classes he'd bailed on-
He was shocked the big FGM wasn't living up his ass.
But-
That would probably mean living up the others' too.
He never would have guessed the headmistress could be this understanding of them- well, specifically him.
He'd spent every day since the incident out by the stables, vigilantly working on his archery and trusting Tuck to be on the lookout for him.
Most people probably wouldn't get it, but hawks, especially his, were so intuitive.
And Tuck?
Tuck would pick up on being something off way before he did.
He picks his head back up as he looks around the table at the others picking at their food.
He wasn't the only one-off.
Lonnie had joined him in bailing on class.
Which in and of itself was fucking crazy.
Still, she followed him out every time without fail.
Diligently practicing her swordplay.
Doug?
If he'd thought Lonnie skipping was fucking bizarre-
He'd been floored by Doug following suit.
He was never far from them, bent over book after book after book.
Literally throwing himself into self-imposed triage and first aid studies.
And Ben?
He frowns as he glances at the Prince, who was lackluster and picking at his breakfast.
He only showed up now and then, and each time he did manage to stop by, he always looked worse.
He was worried about him.
The way he opted to scour laws and schedule last-minute meetings with the council rather than showing up to class.
Or sleeping.
Or eating, apparently.
And, his eyes swing to the latest addition to their table.
Jane.
She'd just been sitting at their table since the incident- incidents?
Just quiet and clearly uncomfortable, like she was waiting for one of them to say something and boot her or some shit.
She never added to the conversation.
Fuck, he wasn't even sure she'd made so much as a squeak.
She just sat there, as concerned as the rest of them, staring at her food as she moved her fork around her plate, same as the rest of them.
He blows out a long, exaggerated breath.
Lonnie sighs before she eyes him, "Are you okay?"
"Are any of us?"
Lonnie gives a half-hearted shrug before she drops her attention back to her food with another sigh.
He pushes away his tray before he drops his head to the table with a thunk.
"Dude," Doug admonishes him, but his usual exasperation with his antics was nonexistent.
Fuck if he didn't miss it.
"Roy…" Ben starts but quickly trails off.
That was it.
He slams his hands on the table before his chair scrapes as he pushes back.
Done.
Ben's tone was the last straw.
He hops to his feet before he turns, ignoring the confused looks.
He walks back to the buffet, picks up a tray, and loads it before he heads out.
He's not surprised when he hears hurried footsteps behind him.
Curiosity or understanding?
Either way-
Done.
Roy could be so random on his best days.
On his worst?
He understood though. They were all at their worst right now.
All missing the group currently cutting them out of their lives.
He got it, but he also didn't.
It was the back and forth of the whole thing that hurt the most.
Wanting to give Evie space.
Wanting to be there to protect Evie.
Wanting Evie to want him to be there.
Not knowing if this was the group's Isle way of protecting them from the wrath of their parents or just their way of processing everything.
It hurt.
And hurt that he wasn't sure what to do about it.
His kiss had awakened her from a poisoned apple, but he had no idea how to help her now.
David suggested giving them time.
But Roy's sudden outburst and amount of food he piled on the tray before leaving-
They'd all exchange a quick glance and then jumped up to follow, abandoning their own untouched food.
Thankfully Ben had taken Jane by the elbow, urging her to come with them.
At least one of them was thinking.
Or thinking about more than just getting to actually see their friends.
See them, not just leave food for them.
Because it was okay for them to need things too, right?
This felt like a need.
He bites his lip as he settles himself, resolved to see this completely through.
She shakes her head once they arrive at the door.
Roy had been so gung-ho about his intention to barge in.
Up until they were all facing the door.
Even Ben, the eventual king of Auradon, was frozen as he stared at the door.
She got it, she really did but-
She rolls her eyes before she pushes to the front and knocks on the door firmly.
She's not surprised when it's Jay who answers, albeit several moments later.
"Mornin'"
Jay's face lights up as he looks her over before he frowns and drops his head, "Hey Lonnie."
It hurt to see him so afraid.
Repentant.
Guilty.
Ashamed.
She shakes her head as she pats his shoulder but then walks past him, inviting herself in.
"Lonnie?" Carlos looks up from a stack of papers.
She smiles, "S'up."
Of course he was working on his school work. It was just so adorkably him.
"Ben?" She hears Jay say behind her.
"One oh One!" Roy calls out as he pushes past her.
She rolls her eyes as he drops the tray of food in her hands before he plops into a chair beside Carlos, but she can't help her smile at his enthusiasm.
"Roy, you're- I'm" Carlos looks around the room when Roy sweeps him into a tight hug.
She watches as Carlos sputters, clearly unsure what to do.
It was sweet.
And the happiest she'd seen Roy in forever.
She blinks.
Forever?
That seemed a bit dramatic-
But so fitting.
The VKs had become such an intricate part of her life.
She glances around the room. Actually, they all had.
Not being together like this?
It felt like she was missing part of herself.
"I fucking missed you!" Roy nuzzles against Carlos' hair, "I saw you log into CoD the other day, but you never sent me an invite, so I thought you just didn't want to be bothered."
"Oh. I'm sorry." Carlos grimaces as Roy sets him down on his feet, "That um, that was the day we played with Cobra Bubbles."
"What!?" Roy exclaims, "That scary special Ops fucker plays CoD? How did I not know this!? What's his tag!?"
She shakes her head before she turns to Doug. As much as she liked CoD, she didn't want to hear Roy go on yet another rant about it.
Doug, out of all of them, had taken the missing VKs the hardest.
It was hard to watch.
She hadn't seen him smile once.
Not even a ghost of one.
And getting him to talk?
He was almost as bad as Jane, their new little tag along.
"Evie?" He bites his lip in uncertainty, his arms coming up before he drops them back to his side.
Evie's lower lip trembles before she stands from her seat and walks into his automatic embrace, "You look upset." She whispers as she wraps her arms around him.
An unsure smile tugs at his lips, "I wasn't sure if-" He shakes his head, "Sorry, doesn't matter, I'm just happy to see you." His smile widens. "I was worried about you." He hugs her closer.
Someone was going to be stuck for a while.
She just wasn't sure which one.
"Hey Mal," Ben smiles as he pulls Jane further into the room.
Pulls. No matter how polite and gentlemanly Ben was guiding her, that was still a pull.
"Jane and I were worried and, well," He looks from Jane to Mal, "we wanted to check on you and everyone else."
Mal looks between the two of them, bewildered.
Like she didn't understand why they were there.
She blinks as she looks away, not sure what to do with the pang in her chest.
She turns to find Jay standing behind her.
"Oh." She looks up at him, her cheeks burning.
"I messed up, didn't I." He sighs as he shoves his hands into his pockets.
She tilts her head to the side, "Kinda." She shrugs before she steps closer to him and nudges his arm with her shoulder.
"I'm sorry." His arms move as if he were reaching for her, but drop to his sides again.
Much like Doug's had.
Again she shrugs, but then takes his wrist and pulls it around her shoulder, "Good." She nods, "You promised."
"I didn't run to the Isle." Jay frowns.
"You know what-" She looks up as she ducks under his shoulder to get closer to him, "That's fair, I wasn't very specific. So, to clarify, I meant ever."
Jay wraps her in a tight hug before he lets his forehead fall to her shoulder, "Noted. Not just the Isle, and not just leaving."
"Glad we could clear that up," She whispers against his hair before nuzzling him.
"I wanted to text you or call you." Jay shakes his head, "But, I- I didn't want you to get hurt. Whatever it was didn't go for Nani and David, but," one hand moves to cup the back of her head, "what if it goes for you?"
"Assuming I can't kick its ass, which ya know, not that full of myself, I'll figure it out 'til you come find me."
His breath hitches before his grip on her tightens.
"But, you wouldn't have to find me in the first place- If you took me with you when you run."
"Didn't run." Jay sighs as he pulls back enough to look at her, "I, well, we've been figuring some things out, but it's still, we were afraid to get you guys involved in case they didn't know you meant something to us. But-" His brow furrows as he bites his lip, "I've also been afraid of bothering you with, this." He gestures to the room and himself.
She shakes her head, "I know you're new to this whole friends thing, but, in the future I give you, all of you, permission to bother the shit outta me. Which honestly? Doubtful." She stands on her toes to bump her forehead against his.
"David and Nani said something like that too." Jay sighs as he looks around the room, "We pulled a fucking Deez." He shakes his head.
"She big on burrowing herself away too?"
"Oh, so much. Used to worry the shit-" Jay grimaces before his chin drops to his chest, "I am so sorry."
A small smile tugs at her lips, damn if he wasn't fucking adorable sometimes. "I forgive you-" She nudges his head with hers, "This time."
"I'll do my best to make sure there's not a next time."
"Good," She glances at her fellow HKs, "because honestly, I don't think we can do that again. We just didn't want to intrude, or be like-"
"Please, intrude next time." Jay shakes his head, "It's so hard to like-" He looks around the room, "I don't even understand what this was yet. I just know I don't like it. And it's hard to do anything when it feels like this."
She tilts her head to the side, "Do you trust Ben and the others?"
"Like everyone in this room?"
She nods.
Jay's brow furrows as he looks around the room carefully, his eyes only lingering on Jane before he sighs and looks back at her, "For the most part."
"Give me a minute?" She kisses his cheek before she rushes to Roy.
"Key to your room, give me." She holds out her hand, knowing she was grinning like an idiot when he drops it in her hand.
"N'joy?"
She pats his head before she rushes out of the room.
She was by no means a councilor.
But, it didn't take much to add two and two together.
And, who hadn't ever felt depressed?
Fuck knows she had.
Before meeting the VKs she'd felt it often.
It was hard being so good at swords and sports when you were rejected at every turn.
Judged.
Teased.
Taunted.
But her mom and brother, and occasionally her dad, always managed to pull her out of it.
Wallowing in it so wasn't the way to go.
And she knew Jay, at least she hoped she did, well enough to know that being active outside would be the best way to tug him out of it.
And where Jay went, the rest were sure to follow.
She quickly grabs Roy's bow and quiver before she rushes back to the room.
She grins at Jay's confused look, and with a confidence she usually didn't feel, winks.
"Roy," She calls out, "Catch."
"Fuck!" Roy shouts as he stands up and catches the quiver and bow as she tosses them to him, "Woman!"
She grabs an orange before she tosses it, "Shoot!"
Without even blinking, Roy drops the quiver, arrow already moving to the bow as he lines up the shot.
Before it even crests and starts to fall, the arrow pins it to the ceiling.
"What the fuck Lonnie?" Roy blinks before he turns to Carlos with wide eyes, "I got it, I got it. Sorry." He sets the bow on the table before he holds his hands up and looks around the room, "Sorry E, no one have a fit. Mal, no turning into a dragon, Jay, talk to your woman!"
Carlos blinks before he looks to Roy, the arrow, and back with wide eyes.
There were similar looks on Mal and Evie's faces.
Jane's too.
All clearly questioning what they all had just witnessed.
She ignores Doug's look of disapproval.
And smiles brightly when she sees the understanding dawn on Ben's features.
Jay was still just staring, "How... have you never... shot your bow in front of me?" He asks in awe.
"Parkour?" Roy rubs the back of his neck as he pauses his absurd jumping-
Which she was happy about since it was on a damn chair in an attempt to reach the arrow.
"Mal, you gonna take care of that?" Jay asks as he folds his arms over his chest.
Mal shakes her head, "Right." She casts a spell before both arrow and orange appear on the table.
She grins as she turns back to Jay and races over as the others crowd Roy to heap compliments on him.
Even Mal.
Unsurprisingly, Doug and Ben stay in the back to watch.
One with amusement, the other with exasperation.
"I get it. Roy's a badass." Jay grins as he pulls her to his side, "with a bow." He quickly adds.
She nods, "And you added him to your trust circle, right?"
Jay narrows his eyes, "Yeah? I mean, I let the pup go with him to London once, so he's been there. More firmly now."
A slow smile curves her lips, "So, will you come with me for a bit?"
Jay blinks, "Like, leave everyone here, in the room?"
She nods, "It's not like Roy's going to leave Carlos any time soon. Ever really, if you tell him it's okay to stay."
"I uh-" Jay bites his lip as he looks around the room, clearly torn.
"It'll only be for like an hour or two."
He takes a deep breath, "You swear it's not a big deal asking someone to stay?"
She tilts her head to the side before she nods. "I swear."
His brow furrows as he stares at her for a long moment before he takes another deep breath, nods, and walks over to Ben.
"Can I ask for a favor?"
"Of course." He smiles.
Jay nods before he turns to the rest of the room, "Actually, it's a favor from all of you."
Everyone turns to look at him in confusion, but no one questions him either.
"Would you all be okay just, staying here until we come back?"
"Fuck yeah!" Roy grins before he grabs Carlos's hand and pulls him to the couch.
"Yes!" Doug agrees eagerly before he blushes and turns to Evie, "As long as it's okay with Evie, I mean."
Evie smiles before she nods emphatically, reaching to take his hand and squeeze it.
Ben grins as he pulls Mal into his shoulder, "Easiest favor I've ever been asked."
Jane looks around, befuddled before her eyes land on Jay. She blushes and looks down.
"Is that a yes?" Jay asks as he rubs the back of his neck.
Jane looks around the room again, confused before her eyes widen and she nods.
"Thanks guys. It makes it easier." Jay bites his lip as he turns to her.
She smiles encouragingly. "Thank you." She breathes softly.
Jay shrugs, "David said I need to get better at asking for help." He grimaces as he turns and stares at the door, "So yeah, um, might need a little help." He admits softly as he looks back at the room.
She grins as she takes his hand and lightly tugs, "Between the two of us, we got this."
He shakes his head as he opens the door, "With you, I think I got this." He stares back at everyone as his grip on her hand tightens.
It melts her heart like nothing else.
She'd never got the expression before.
But she was pretty sure that's what summed up her feelings.
Heart melting.
"That's okay, I can know it for you right now."
He does his best not to smile as the door shuts, not wanting to give the others the wrong impression.
He hadn't been sure what she'd been thinking when she'd all but demanded Roy's keys.
He'd just thought it was cute Roy didn't even question it. It spoke volumes about the trust between the two.
He eyes Roy, who was still apologizing to Mal for shooting off an arrow in their room and promising he never did stupid shit like that around Carlos.
Though he could tell by the mirth in Mal's eyes she was just enjoying him groveling at this point.
His wicked princess.
God, if it wasn't nice to see her.
Watch the twitch of her lips as Roy continued talking about how he was always super responsible when it came to her pup.
He'd missed her so much.
Missed them.
It had been so hard without them.
Hard to know they were simmering with fear and worry, afraid coming would be too intrusive to them.
He knew how much they liked to keep things to their chests.
But, he smiles, apparently, somehow, at some point, they-
He, Doug, Roy, and apparently Jane,
-had managed to put a chink in that armor.
He felt honored.
Accepted.
Trusted.
And it meant the world to him.
To have earned it, their trust.
Especially Jay's.
He'd never met anyone so protective, so vigilant about the care and safety of those he deemed his.
If he didn't think it would end badly, he'd kiss Lonnie for her quick thinking.
He knew depression when he saw it.
Had seen it in the mirror enough to recognize it.
And it was more than clear to him his friends were depressed.
He could kick himself for not coming sooner. He'd just been so concerned that they hadn't wanted company he never even considered their need for it.
He felt so remiss.
Like a shitty friend.
And a worse boyfriend.
Had the whole eight days been like this?
He bites his lip.
He could only hope it hadn't been-
But he knew better.
Never again.
God forbid anything of this sort ever happen again, but if it did?
He'd be here.
He was sure they all would be.
It had hurt all of them.
Worried them.
Had the pack thought they didn't care.
He stiffens at the intrusive thought.
Shit.
Had they thought that?
Something so far from the truth- but easily misinterpreted due to lack of communication?
He bites his lip as his eyes drift back to Roy, so grateful for his impulsiveness at breakfast.
And Lonnie?
He never would have thought about that.
Showcasing Roy's skill at the bow to put Jay at ease with leaving the others, if only for a few hours.
He knew from personal experience the best way to deal with depression was to distract yourself from it.
And being stuck in one place for several days surely hadn't done anything for them. At least nothing good.
And sure, he and the others had dropped off food to make sure they were eating, but- None of them stopped to make sure they were actually eating.
Did they feel abandoned?
His heart aches at the thought as an unpleasant knot settles in his gut.
He closes his eyes against the thoughts.
No.
There was no way Jay would've trusted them to look after the pack if he thought they were going to abandon them.
Even in the worst place-
His friends, the VKs.
-never ceased to amaze him.
He blinks when he finds someone standing next to him.
"Space head." Mal greets him amusement clear in her emerald gaze.
He grins, "Very much so."
A smile tugs at her lips for the briefest moment, "S'up with the face?" She nudges him. "I- I can't promise that I can protect you, but I'll damn well do my best. I mean, we took out my mother, right? Fucking Jafar took his own sad ass out. But, EQ, and Cruella-" She bites her lip, "Should be easier to deal with if they show up again, now that we know they're here. Which, seriously, bitch move attackin' like they did."
"Wait, what?" He blinks at the question and then sudden leap in topic.
Mal shifts her gaze to the window as she bites her lip, "Your face- It was all scrunched, and you only do that when… So I just thought-" She frowns as she holds one arm to her looking unsure.
"The face was me worried that you guys might have felt abandoned by us," he quickly explains, "Except I realized that Jay would not have left us to stay here while he was gone if he thought that."
"Oh." She blinks up at him in surprise.
Like the thought had never even crossed her mind.
"I mean," She shrugs, "Not really where our minds were at. Still aren't. Ya'll are too stupid to know what's good for you."
"Oh yeah?" He covers his smile with a hand, "And just what do you think would be good for us then?"
"Staying away from us."
He drops his hand from his face, uncaring if she saw the smile as he takes both of her hands in his, "Here's the thing about that. We tried to stay away, to give you the space we thought you needed when you, any of you, never texted or called us back. And this was our limit."
A one-time limit.
Because never again would he leave her or any of them to stew this long.
It didn't seem like any of them would.
"Oh," She rolls her lip between her teeth before she looks at the floor.
"To be fully upfront, I doubt I will ever be able to give you more than a day without you expressly telling me you need space in the future."
She glances up at him, "You don't have to do that."
"You're right. I don't."
Except he did.
"But, I want to. Actually, need might be the more accurate word here." He gently brushes strands of her hair out of her face with one hand.
She closes her mouth, shifting as her eyes land on the floor. "This is why you're all stupid."
He chuckles, "If caring about you and your pack is stupid, then yes," He shrugs, "I'm a complete idiot."
She glares up at him, "It's not funny." She frowns, "They hit them first. There's no guarantee that's who they're going to-" She closes her eyes before she looks away. "You're all asking to be oranges."
He sighs, "I'm sorry, Mal, I'm not laughing at the situation. I know how serious it is." He caresses her jaw before he cups her chin, "I just, you can't ask us to not care about you. Not want to help. We're all in this together-"
"But you don't have to be."
"You don't have to be either." He points out tonelessly, "But you would never abandon Carlos, Evie, or Jay." His voice softens as he shakes his head, "So what makes you think we can?"
She chews on her lip before she looks away. "You guys-" She frowns, "We could get you hurt." She breathes, her self-loathing nearly tangible.
"I could get you just as hurt." He gently tilts her head back, "I'm certainly not making any friends, and there is always a danger as a leader. You know that. Lonnie could get Jay hurt. She's the daughter of two world-famous generals."
She shifts, "But it wouldn't be your parents doing it."
"Hurt is hurt, Mal, and who does the hurting isn't something either one of us, or anyone else for that matter, can control."
It hurt more than he could say that she was agonizing over this.
Agonizing over something no one could control.
"All we can do is have each other's backs and be here, striving to do the right thing."
"But-" She closes her mouth, studying him for a moment.
"Besides," He adds when she doesn't continue, "they're not your parents anymore."
"They won't see it that way," Her eyes drift to Evie before they flit to Carlos, glassy and full of fear. "EQ and Cruella at least. Jafar is as useless as he's always been, and fuck knows about mo-" She stiffens.
"What's wrong?" He asks as he pulls her closer.
She shakes her head before she ducks into his shoulder, but the look of apprehension and fear was already seared into him.
As if her shaking wouldn't have been enough of an indicator.
He gives a quick glance around the room before he walks her to the bathroom, snatching up one of the throw blankets on their way.
He doesn't close the door completely, knowing the separation might cause her anxiety, but he quickly tucks her into the blanket before setting her on the counter.
Her quiet acceptance as she clung to the blanket only makes his concern worse.
"Mal?" He asks, nearly begging her to talk to him with just her name.
"What if they get her out."
Her out?
His eyes widen.
Oh.
What if the three were only here now, trying to free Maleficent.
"I mean, the first time-" She closes her eyes tightly. "Was a fluke. And we actually could see her. She wasn't shadow fighting..."
He pulls her into a hug, cupping the back of her head with one hand as he stares over her shoulder into the mirror.
He wanted to tell her it couldn't happen.
Tell her she was safe.
Promise he wouldn't let anything happen to her.
Anything else.
But the 'else' was the problem.
"Would… Would you feel better seeing where she's being held?" He asks, watching the way his face pales before he closes his eyes and nuzzles his face against her neck.
He didn't want her anywhere near Maleficent, tiny lizard in a magical fish tank or not.
The woman had caused her so much grief.
Anguish.
How much Mal had truly suffered because of Maleficent, he was certain he'd never fully know.
She's silent for a moment before her arms hesitantly wrap around him. "I…" Another shiver, "Am I allowed?" She whispers. "People are already so scared of us… I don't want to make it worse."
He slowly nods, not trusting his voice to be strong for her.
It was something he and his father had already talked about. The inevitable 'when'.
The time when Mal or Jay would ask to see Maleficent for themselves. See that it was different.
Maleficent escaped from the barrier, but her new prison was not the barrier.
And she did not have her magic.
Her lashes flutter against his neck.
No doubt blinking away the burn of the tears threatening to fall.
"You're allowed to see her. Anyone in your pack is." He runs his hand through her hair, "we just have to go with someone."
She pulls back, head quirked to the side before she nods slowly. "You're sure?"
"Yes." He presses his forehead to hers, "Would, would you feel better going after Jay gets back?"
"P-" She sighs, "Please?" She finishes.
If it weren't for the situation, her uncertainty with the word would've made him smile.
"Of course." He presses a kiss to her cheek, "We'll go the moment he and Lonnie return." He takes a deep breath before he straightens up. "Okay?"
"Thank you." She whispers softly.
He smiles as he pulls her into his arms. "Anything to help."
Anything for her.
"Should I get you back to the others?" He asks softly as he presses another kiss to her cheek, "Though, I would like permission to continue holding you like this."
She shakes her head before she lets out a sigh and clings to him tighter, "Roy's got them. I just-"
The level of trust in that statement took his breath away.
"Need a minute."
He turns and perches on the countertop with her still firmly in his arms, "Take all the time you need."
Awwwwwwwwwwwww!
This chapter was one of my faves.
The HKz snapping was just beautiful even if they were hesitant to knock on the door.
And fuck just so much happened in this chapter, but I think my fave part was when Lonnie threw that orange.
I mean Roy is Robin's kid and they've never seen him shoot. It just felt like the perfect opportunity for us to showcase his skills. Also random as fuck but just throwing this out there, after over throwing King John… What do you think happened to Sherwood? - Dark to keep or not to keep that is the question…
God, I love writing. This chapter seriously reminded me of that after what, seven writing days straight of, fuck-me, editing. Cause seriously, just, ugh. On top of more ugh. On top of even more angry mmmms. Darks even caught me not breathing several times out of boredom… How that happens, fuck if I know. That's the level I'm at. Yeah, I know. But apparently my brain thinks passing the fuck out is more interesting than this bull shit. Seriously yo. This is how much I loathe editing.
But, ya know, for the scene and whatever.
What did you think on,
Roy's PoV?
Doug's PoV?
Lonnie's PoV?
Ben's?
JFC wasn't the scene between Mal and Ben fucking painful?
Fave Quote:
"What the fuck Lonnie?" Roy blinks before he turns to Carlos with wide eyes, "I got it, I got it. Sorry." He puts his bow on the table before he holds his hands up and looks around the room, "Sorry E, no one have a fit. Mal, no turning into a dragon, Jay, talk to your woman!"
What was yours?
Much love and appreciation,
-Twisted