Hey Descendants Peeps!
Dark here. Forewarning, I am pretty tipsy from my brother's amazing painkillers and Moscow Mules, so I apologize in advance if this chapter isn't as well edited as I usually aim for. If you see anything, please let me know when I am in better control of my facilities and I'll fix it. Until then, enjoy the second chapter today!
A few days later...
"Wicked dreams D." Evie flutters her fingers at Hyades, pouting once again as the other girl turns to leave. She really needed to do something about that girl's drab wardrobe. The whole day felt wasted because Deez refused to try anything on. She was growing frustrated with her constant refusal to try anything more than her toga. She'd offered to try to repurpose the robes what felt like several hundred times by now, but Deez would just blush and mumble how she only had a limited number. It broke her heart every damn time.
She calls a quick greeting to her mother as she leaves the bags full of makeup and finer clothing on the table. Her eyes drop to the plate left out for her, and the folded note that stated dinner was air and hopes that her figure would impress a fine prince one day.
Her stomach rumbles at the thought but she just takes the note and folds it prettily before pocketing it. She carefully washes the plate and dries it before putting it away. With a heavy sigh she carries the rest of her bags up to her room, regretting that she'd turned down Hyades' offered apple tart.
She hums a song to herself as she begins to put her new belongings away, the sound as sweet as honey- Until she opens her bathroom door.
"T?" Evie's eyes widen in horror at the crumpled figure on her floor, and the red stain on the repaired toilet seat. She falls to her knees beside T, fearing the worst when he doesn't answer. "Please be okay…" She takes a deep breath before she reaches out with a shaking hand to check T's pulse. She winces at how cold his skin is to the touch.
T groans, his eyes squinting tighter together as he pulls into a tighter ball. His body curling around Evie's seeking her warmth.
"Oh thank goodness." Evie whispers, pressing one hand over her heart as she smooths T's clothing with the one still at his throat. "This seems worse than normal T."
"New plant." T grimaces as his body seems to restrict before he starts shaking. "Wasn't ex-xspect-spectin this." He admits through chattering teeth.
Evie quickly pulls the semi plush towel down behind her and flings it out over T. Was that really the culprit behind T's mysterious illnesses? Plants? It kinda made sense, after all T had helped make the lip gloss that made men pass out. She grabs the other and quickly folds it into a pillow, "Here, lay your head on this. I'll be right back." she offers as she lays it close to T's head.
T half whines as he picks up his head for the offered towel, before he plops back down on it. "K-kay…"
Evie quickly stands and runs back into her room, destroying her prettily made bed as she yanks the thick comforter off, sending pillows tumbling to the floor. She runs back into the bathroom and tucks the bulky blanket around T. She grabs her water glass from the sink and fills it up as well as soaks a washcloth. Then she settles back on the ground at T's head. "Back." She whispers soothingly as she mops up T's clammy forehead with the cool cloth.
T lets out a breath of relief at the new sensation, but stays quiet as he curls back around her again. "D-did I g-get s-stuff on any-anything?"
"Nope." Evie lies easily, "Are you throwing up blood?" She was going to have to scrub the bathroom the moment she could get T into her bed and comfortable.
T nods weakly, dropping his eyes as he wiggles further into the blanket.
"I have a glass of water," Evie offers weakly, not really sure what else to do, "we should probably try to get some in you slowly."
"It-It's o-only g-gonna come b-back u-up." T whines in response.
"Well, you let me know when you feel like trying." Evie bites at her bottom lip before she stops herself with a quick press of her fingers. She hated seeing T in pain,and she never really knew what to do. The best she's done so far was be there for him, and do her best to keep him comfortable. And keep her word not to tell anyone.
T's eyes widen suddenly, before his body convulses and he's lurching to the toilet.
Evie quickly adjusts, helping T by holding his hood and hair out of his face. She was always surprised by how much hair T had. Though he kept his black hair pulled back and tightly bound in a braided bun, she could tell it must be long.
T groans and grimaces at the contents of his stomach in the bowl. The bright red mixing with the bile to make a light pink. He reaches up and flushes it, before plopping back onto the comforter exhausted, and panting from the exertion. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, accidentally smearing the blood across his cheek.
Evie gently helps him lay back down, resting his head on her lap as she takes up her cloth again and cleans away the sick. Once she's satisfied that all the bloody bile is gone she wrings it out over the tub and pours a small amount of water on it. "I was shopping with D, before I got home- Though I'm sure you already knew that." She offers him a pretty smile, and dabs off his sweat.
"But back to what I was saying, have you noticed how her toga is starting to fit her? Cause I'm concerned with how short it's getting. They were designed for her like six years ago- which clearly is so out of season, not to mention aren't fitting anymore…" She pouts, "And she's driving me me crazy with this whole not wanting to try anything else on- Like yes, I understand, she catches on fire. But that shouldn't stop her from looking her best." She sighs in frustration, but continues to care for T.
"R-right?" T nods in hazy understanding, clearly struggling to keep up with the conversation.
"Thank you." Evie smiles, "I am right."
"Us-usually." T agrees lazily as he curls back up around her. His body still shivering terribly from the chills he was experiencing.
"Maybe you should talk some sense into her." Evie teases as she gently tucks the comforter tighter are T, "She obviously listens to you."
"Tch," T flinches at the snort, "W-what D you b-been h-hangin' with?"
Evie laughs softly, "I suppose she is still headstrong most of the time." She sighs, "Still, I wish she would listen to me."
"M-me t-too." He agrees with a sniffle as he squirms his way further into the warmth. "W-would make m-my life e-easier."
"I think everyone can agree on that." Evie nods. Her brows furrow before she smooths them out. She needed to warm T up. He'd shown up at her house now dozens of times like this- but this was the first time he'd vomited blood and she couldn't remember the last time he had the chills this bad. And he was trying to tell her that plants did this to him? Why in Auradon would he put himself through such a thing? "Here, let's get you moved to my bed. The floor is freezing in here."
T's eyes widen slightly, before he shakes his head and burrows further into the blanket.
"Please T, you need to get warm."
"R-rug?" He asks from fully beneath the blanket.
Evie's eyes narrow, before she sighs. T usually just did what she instructed- In everything but this area. She wasn't sure why, but the boy seemed to loathe her bed. And she didn't really want to go through that argument again. "Fine, I'll make it up nice so it will be warm. I'll be right back."
"T-thank y-you." T mumbles sincerely from beneath the blanket.
"Of course." Evie hangs the cloth over the edge of the tub before she easily slides out from under T's head, leaving the folded towel in her place before she walks into her room.
With a little effort she manages to make up the rug with pillows and extra blankets. Like a little T nest. She walks over to her closet and pulls out the basin she'd taken to keeping there for days like this. She leaves it next to the rugbed as she enters the bathroom again. "To the rug with you sir." Evie playfully scolds as she kneels down beside T to help him move.
T doesn't complain as he allows her to help him up onto his shaky legs. "T-thanks." He wheezes as he plops into the nest and curls up into a ball.
"See, much warmer in here." Evie smiles as she flings the comforter out over him once again, tucking the shaking boy in.
T nods in agreement, his eyes narrowed in thought after he glances at her bare bed confused. Before he notices the pile he's on. "K-keep y-your b-blanket a-atleast."
"Oh hush you." Evie tuts, "I'm sleeping down here tonight. You need all the heat you can get." She wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, not with how sick he looked this time.
T blinks at her confused. "P-princ-cesses s-shouldn't sleep on t-the f-floor."
"I'm not, I'm sleeping on a rugbed," Evie smiles as she rubs her hand up and down T's back, "two completely different things."
T moans contently, his eyes closing in exhaustion. "I-if y-you s-say s-so…"
"I do… And I'm usually right." Evie winks as she continues to rub T's back, alternating between circles and lengths.
"U-usually." T smiles weakly in return, before his eyes drift shut again. His little purrs of contentment slowly shifting to gentle snores.
Evie's brow furrows again, but this time she's so worried that she doesn't correct herself. She empties her pockets, shoving her coins and folded paper to the side before she lays down beside her strange and mysterious friend. "You'll be okay… You're so strong… I know you'll pull through." She whispers as she continues to rub his back. A ghost of a smile pulls at her lips when he seems to responds by pulling in closer to her touch. At least that had changed. He used to spit and hiss like a cat.
Once a few hours pass with no sudden violent vomiting spells, Evie finally allows her own eyes to close. Her body curls protectively around T. "I promise I won't let you down." She whispers to him.
One of T's eyes slowly open before he lets out a low groan. The color blue was blinding, and everywhere. What the hell had happened? He felt like a boulder had struck him- Oh. He blinks both eyes open once he realizes he's in Evie's room. The blinding blue was her hair and blanket. He frowns as he slowly untangles himself from both, taking extra care to not wake her up. His eyes bounce from the bed to the floor in confusion; until pieces from the last few days finally click into place.
He bites his lip before taking a deep breath and slowly starts picking up the pillows around Evie, before he hesitantly starts bringing them back to the bed as if it were on fire. He fluffs them as best he can before he walks back to Evie. He gingerly collects her, holding her in his arms like the princess she was. He carefully carries her to the big bed, placing her gently before he covers her with her comforter. Once his hands leave her he jumps away from the bed as if it had bitten him.
He takes a deep breath as he looks around the room, and starts picking it up- Not sure what mess he made, versus the state it was in when he arrived.
When he gets to the change, and folded note on the edge of the rug. He can't help but let his curiosity get the best of him now that he could finally read. And looks from the bed to the note to the bed again, before he gently opens it. His eyes reading the note carefully as his face shifted into a scowl.
The Evil Queen expected Evie to live off air and hopes, huh? He growls lowly to himself, crumpling the note before he shoves it in his pocket. He finds her wallet and slips the cash and change into it, before he places it next to her bed.
When was the last time she had eaten?
He scowls all over again, before he heads for the window and climbs his way down. The least he could do was make sure she had food.
"Evie?" T pokes at the girl in question from as far away from the bed as he could manage.
"Hmm?" Evie slowly blinks up at T, "Oh… T… I must have fallen asleep- Are you okay?" Her brow furrows when she notices she's in her bed.
T nods, and shrugs. "Thanks to you-" He holds up a brown bag with grease stains coating the bottom. "Again." He shifts in discomfort.
"I'm glad." Evie smiles prettily as she sits up, but her growling stomach betrays her as the scent of warm, fried food envelops her. With a frown she covers her stomach, "Traitor." She grumbles, blushing at how loud the sound had been.
"Please eat. It's better warm." T looks around for a place to put down the bag before setting it on her nightstand. He all but jumps back from the mattress before he goes and leans against the wall.
"It smells wonderful." Evie slides out from under her blankets, uncaring that her clothes were rumpled from being slept in, or that her hair wasn't perfectly in place. She sits on the edge of her bed and breathes the scent of the bag in. Her mouth waters.
"It's my favorite." T admits with a shrug. "Your mom left this morning- So I figured it wouldn't smell by the time she got back…"
Evie looks to T in horror, blush clear on her cheeks before she drops her eyes.
T at least has the decency to look away. "I was pickin' up and found the note…"
"It's okay… I uh… I just-" Evie looks from her hands to the bag before she sighs and looks up at T.
"Just eat." T shrugs. "Just wanted you to know… That I got you too." His ears heat up with his own blush.
Evie tilts her head to the side. It made her oddly happy to hear T parrot her earlier words back to her, even though she'd said them when she'd thought he was asleep, "Thanks T."
"No problem." He states, not moving more than to cross his arms.
"Oh, right." Evie turns back to the bag and slowly opens it, "What is it?" She asks as she reaches in an pulls out a small golden strip that was still warm.
"Fries and clam strips." T offers with a smile. "Only food on the isle worth payin' for."
Evie's eyes widen, "You paid for this?" She blushes as her stomach roars again.
T looks down. "Well- I don't pay for it… But if I had too, it's the only thing worth it."
Unable to wait any longer, Evie pops the strip into her mouth. After a few bites her eyes light up, "It's amazing." She praises from behind her hand.
"It's just me ya know, ya can just scarf it for all I care… I'll stick around ta talk after."
Evie blinks. Scarf it? She looks back to the bag and pulls out a fry. With a small shrug she pops it into her mouth, "It's too good to eat like Jay." She teases, again from behind her hand.
T can't help his snort. "I get it. Kid's a fucking animal."
Evie nods, but falls into silence as she quickly, while also somehow still daintily, polishes off the bag of food.
"Here-" T holds out his hand for the bag. "I'll get rid of it."
"Thank you so much T." Evie smiles as she passes him the bag, "I can't tell you how much I enjoyed that."
He crumples the bag and sticks it in one of his pockets. "It's some fuckin' dope shit right?" He smiles at her.
"You sure know how to pick a mark." Evie agrees as she stands and stretches, "Jay would be proud."
T smiles at the thought, before he sobers slightly. "I uh- How-" He sighs and looks away, "Does that happen often?"
Evie pauses mid stretch with her arms above her head, "I uh-" She lets her arms fall to her sides, "Some times." She shrugs casually, though the question left her feeling anything but.
T drops his eyes as he shifts in discomfort "No judgment… Just, I know how much it sucks ta go without- So ya know… How often do you want something dropped off?"
"You don't have to do that-"
T turns and gives her such a blank look it startles her. "So everyday then?"
"No, it doesn't happen that often."
T glances around her room, before he opens her closet and walks in. He comes out several moments later with a light pink top with princess scrolled over it. "Never seen you wear this."
"I can rock anything…" Evie starts off strong, "But, I don't particularly like that top, no."
"Figured." T nods, before he walks over to the window. "Here." He folds the shirt, "You ever want food just hang this from your window." He offers as he hands her the shirt. "That way no one else has to know."
Evie looks down at the shirt in her hands. T was giving her the option to never go to bed hungry again, to not have to sit in the dark and listen to her stomach growl as it ate itself. With nothing to distract her but her mother's harsh words about her figure. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know how to thank him. And right now she was afraid to look back up with her eyes tearing up.
"If you don't start usin' it- I'mma jus' bring food everyday and someones bound to notice." T shrugs after he shifts in discomfort. "Not fair that you always clean up after me and I don't do shit for you…"
"I will-" Evie admits as she tries to blink away her tears. She throws her arms around T, hugging his side as she buried her face into his shoulder, "I'll let you know."
T freezes, before he hesitantly hugs her back and pats her shoulder in an awkward attempt to soothe her. "Thank you…" He sighs in relief. "Just thank you." He hugs her tighter for the briefest moment before he steps back.
"Sorry-" Evie steps back, quickly wiping at her eyes with the pink top that was her new cry for help. "I-"
"Doesn't have to be that shirt- I'll come to any obviously- If you think the same one is too obvious." T interrupts her as he looks away from her tear filled eyes with a twist in his gut.
Evie nods, still dabbing at her eyes. "Thank you." She says, trying to keep her emotions from her voice.
"Don't- Wish I'd noticed something sooner." T frowns. "But I don't always know what to look for and don't usually involve your OV's..."
Evie shakes her head, "It's not your fault… None of us…" She shuts her eyes against her mother's harsh judgments, "I know I have it better than most-"
"Don't- Being starved is fucking awful E- Can't try ta downplay what I already know…" T counters with a pout. "To feel your insides eating themselves-It's a different kind of torture."
Evie nods, "It's certainly not pleasant."
T nods in understanding. "I'll let you have some peace…" He pushes off the wall and heads to the window.
"T?"
"Sup?" He asks actually turning back to look at her.
"Thank you…" Evie smiles before she continues, "for this," she gestures lightly with the top in her hand, "and for trusting me."
"It's a two way street E…" T pulls open the window and pulls himself out. "Don't sweat it. Just wish I coulda helped out sooner." He adds with a grumble. "But better late than never. See you later E." He waves before he scales down the rest of her house and slips into the shadows.
Evie waves out the window for a long moment before she closes it. It felt good, feeling like T was starting to really trust her. She couldn't pinpoint exactly when she'd come to trust him, but she did. It was strange. Good, but strange.
Her brow furrows as concern once more creeps into her mind. T had been throwing up blood. That wasn't good, and even now she had no idea how T was already up and moving around. She was sure the boy had been knocking on death's door that first night. This time seemed so much worse than all the others. She had wanted to ask him about it for so long- But feared pushing him might make him stop coming all together.
Maybe she could check the library for medical books. Medicine wasn't her forte, though she knew enough about sewing to stitch a wound, and her bandages were always fashionable. But when it came to internal issues she was left completely clueless. At first she thought boys got periods too- But she had recently learned that wasn't the case. So did that really mean all those times he'd come to her it was because of an herb? Could herbs really do that?
She shakes her head. She already knew the answer. Her eyes stray to the little wrist bag she always wore. THe only thing she kept in it was the lip balm Carlos and T had created for her. Carlos said T initially brought several plants for them to work with, each one nastier than the last. So wouldn't that mean it would be different every time instead of what usually happened? Or was he lying, getting worse and didn't want to worry her? She chews her bottom lip nervously.
She wished she had someone to talk about this with, besides the boy himself.
It scared her to think she could be the only thing between T living or dying.
So what did you guys think about this chapter? Any one squee? Or catch the feels?
What would you do in Evie's position? Are you surprised by the EQ's treatment of her? Don't you wish at this point the isle actually had phones and the internet?
Are you annoyed with T? Or are you guys starting to understand why he's so secretive? Would you be the same?
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