Hey Descendants!

Sorry for getting this out a day late. I promise to post another to make up for it. Twisted and I are in the same room again, so I know we'll be getting a lot of writing done today :)


A few days later...

T was perched on top the railing of Uma's ship, tucked in the shadows quietly scratching Shrimpy under her chin. The name was ironic now, she'd grown into a rather fat, lazy animal; but that was to be expected with how much the Captain and First Mate spoiled the thing when they thought no one was looking. He couldn't blame them. She was affectionate, loyal too.

Gil had been put on sentinel duty, while the rest of his crew gathered in the Fish and Chips. Honestly, he didn't know why Uma insisted on putting him in the rotation. Gil was a sweet kid. Totally observant he was not. At this point he was pretty sure Uma just enjoyed any excuse to punish the poor bastard.

"Hey T! T!" Gil shouts as he runs down the dock towards him, holding a box high over his head. "I got somethin' for ya!"

T turns to the gentle giant with a raised brow. And that. Kid just yelled across the damn ship. "Gil." He greets, as he studies the other boy cautiously.

"Here. I was told to give this to you when I saw you." Gil explains as he places the box down next to T. "So I ran back so I could see ya and give it to ya."

T shakes his head. "You're on sentry duty tonight." He reprimands Gil softly. "I'm starting to think you just like Uma yelling at you." He adds as he studies the other boy, not wanting to acknowledge the package at the feet at the moment. He'd been haunting the docks since Harry had pulled him to the Fish and Chips, and hitting up Mals terf during daylight hours.

"Sometimes." Gil snorts. "But seriously. Deez makes great food, so I wanted ta make sure ya got it quick like. That's what she gives me sometimes. Like this." He pulls out an apple tart and takes a large bite out of it.

T gives a dry chuckle. "Well, thank you for-" He gestures to the box. "But ya gotta remember Uma should be your number one concern. If she finds out you weren't here you're going to get in trouble, again."

Gil's mouth drops open for a second. "Oh yeah. Oops."" He turns on the spot and stares hard at the gangplank.

T can't help the snort. Why? Why did Uma do this to him? It was almost painful. Though admittedly, he had to envy the kid's constant state. It was hard to always stay so pleasant on the island, and Gil seemed to do so with ease.

"Ya gonna open it?" Gil asks after a few moments of staring, unblinking at the entrance to the ship.

T drops his eyes to the package. He wasn't exactly sure what feeling this was as it sunk in the pit of his stomach. "Later."

Gil pouts and shoves his hands in his pockets.

T smiles at Gil's silent disapproval before he turns his attention to the clouds. He had not planned for this at all. He'd been certain he was going to be incinerated when he chose to make the jump. Instead, he'd ended up in some weird gray area where he couldn't find himself talking to anyone who'd stayed at the well that night. Open displays of kindness were one of the big no no's of the island… He felt awful for putting them in that position. He wasn't sure how positive Mal reacted to the sign of weakness from her group.

"So, how is Hyades?" T breaks the silence after three hours without a word spoke between each other.

Gil shrugs. "I think I made her sad. Uma'll smack me good if she finds out." He says without looking away from his duty.

T lifts his brow. "I doubt you made her sad Gil." He shakes his head.

"You didn' see her. She was all like, can you give this to T the next time you see him, and I was like, oh yeah, I can do that. And she smiled and gave me the sour apple tart thing." Gil smiles and smacks his lips. "Then she asked if you hung out at the docks a lot. And I was like yeah, he's there a lot. Then she asked if anyone told ya that she never goes to the docks and I told her yeah, and then she looked sad, and I got confused. But she told me to make sure you got that, so I hurried cause I hoped it would make her happy."

T groans, wouldn't have taken her much to figure out he was dodging her.

He turns his attention back to the package and sighs as he pushes himself off the railing. "You didn't make her sad Gil." He repeats with a soft frown as he pads over to the box.

Gil huffs. "Her face got all scrunched up, and her lips did the frown thing. That's a sad face." He explains as he uses his fingers to pull down the corner of his lips.

"I didn't say she wasn't sad. I just said you didn't make her feel that way." He explains as he gently punches the other boys arm.

"But there weren't no one else there, it had to be me, and Uma gets mad at people that make Hyades upset. She says it's cause she don't want her ship to catch on fire." Gil admits as he scuffs a boot on the deck.

Yeah that was the reason. The demigod never set foot on the docks, so there was no way the ship was in any threat of being destroyed from wherever Hyades blew her lid. T rolls his eyes.

He wasn't really sure why Hyades was sad, but he was pretty sure it had to do with him. He rubs the back of his neck nervously. Fuck. He turns to the package and picks it up to rest it on a crate. He takes a deep breath before slowly opening it. Maybe it would offer a clue to why she was upset. He slowly reaches into the box and pulls out a cloth wrapped item. He studies it before he slowly unwraps it. When he gets to the center though, anxiety fills him.

He studies the small glass well in his palm for a long time, unsure what to think. "Huh." He frowns.

"Oh cool." Gil chortles. "I like when she makes glass too. She made me a cat once." He frowns. "Junior broke it."

T frowns. Jesus the twins were such pricks. "Why a cat?" Why was it always cats with this kid?

"At the party when we was kids, I never got to keep my baddi bag." Gil shrugs. "Deez was talkin' about the one she got and I was like I wish I got a cat, cause the cats were cute. Then she made me one." He grins as his cat twines around his legs, bumping roughly against him with her gerth. "And then I got Shrimpy."

T nods. That sounded right. However he wasn't sure why the fuck Hyades would make him a well. Was it a reminder? What was he supposed to do with it? He sighs as he notices a stone and pulls it out. His eyes scan over the words, as if he could actually understand, before he puts it back in the box too. Yeah. So helpful. This didn't answer if she knew anything or not. He sighs as he shuts the box. Dammit. He walks back over and pulls himself up on the railing. "She say why she made me a well?"

"She said she wanted ta thank you." Gil shrugs, "She really wasn't happy 'bout feeling forced to chose, but she'd have felt way worse if everyone got hurt."

"Ah." T nods, "I'll tell her thanks the next time i see her."

"So you're not gonna avoid her no more."

"I'd like to point out that since the two of us have never met in person, it's hardly avoiding her." T pouts as he looks up to cloudy sky.

"Are you tryin' to not meet her?" Gil asks.

"At first I was just trying to heal... Then I was dicking around and ran into Harry… And it's just kind of turned into an awkward mess I never wanted…" T explains with a sigh.

"Ah." Gil nods as he leans against the railing, "I know how much you hate those… Maybe the two of us can go meet her together?"

"Nah, man I'll figure out." T shrugs with an appreciative smile. "Though I appreciate the offer."

"So what did her note say?"

"Oh you know," T waves his hand "The typical Hyades stuff." He shrugs, "So, how's your latest carving coming man? Is it helpin' to keep ya outta trouble?"

Gil can't help the grin that lights up his face, "I'm try'in ta figure out how to make a shell for Hyades, like Uma's."

T smiles, "That's really cool, I'm sure Uma would appreciate the fuck outta Hyades wearing that."

"I didn't think about that." Gil pouts, "I don't want to get her in more trouble with Uma and Mal." He sighs as he takes the chunk of wood and carving knife from his pocket.

"It'll be safer for her to walk around if people think she's claimed." T shrugs, "You can't help it if you just happen to be awesome at making shit from wood. I'd say make it and give it to her, just ya know give her a heads up what it might come across as."

Gil thinks about it for a minute before he nods his head. "That's a good idea, thanks man."


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