Heya Descendants long time no talk.

Sorry about the lack of posting, Dark and I have been hella busy.

Thank you again to everyone responding to our stories, your comments are no joke, the things that get us through the week. (Besides actually getting to write of course ;) ) We know it's been a minute, so without further ado...


A few hours later…

Harry grins as he jumps down from the sheer cliff edge onto the first of the boulders that lined the 'secret' path to the little hideaway. This was so much easier than rowing the dang dingy over, though he'd sooner be keelhauled and drowned than ever admit that to Uma. And not just because of her wrath either. Honestly, in a way he couldn't explain, it helped remind him that despite everything she did to earn his respect and admiration, she was still human.

The sound of a flute makes him smile again as he jumps down to the sandy beach. Of course Gil was here, and the notes floating in the air were the only evidence he needed to know the two weren't busy with their sword work.

Ah, to be free of Ursula.

"Hiya." He greets as he rounds a thick, gnarled palm tree. He grips it with one hand and holds himself swaying next to it as he watches the two laying out on the beach.

"Harry!" Deez jumps up and runs over to hug him, throwing herself into his free arm as she nearly knocks him to the ground. "You and Uma were so tired we hardly got to talk the other night."

"Aye princess, I be sorry for that." Harry chuckles as he winds his fingers through her hair and holds her close for a moment. "But that be why I be here now, ta talk."

Gil frowns and quickly packs his flute away before he stands, "Something happen?"

Harry gives Gil a smug smile, "Nothin' so bad ya be ah needin' ta worry that sweet head o' yours." He wraps his arm around Deez and picks her up along his side so they can join Gil.

Deez chuckles as Harry plops her on the ground next to Gil before he sandwiches her, "So, what's up." She asks, looking up at him thoughtfully.

How was he going to do this without giving himself and Jay away? "Well, I could'nah help but be ah noticin' that ya were bein' mighty affectionate when me and Uma got here. And I ain'nah complainin', but it were bein' a big difference." There. That was nice and not incriminating.

"Oh." Deez drops her eyes to the sand, "I just, I wanted to spend all the time with you I could, and being down doesn't seem like a good way to spend what little time we have."

Gil frowns as he wraps one arm over Deez's shoulder.

Harry nods, "But that bein' all it were?" he asks with a stern look on his face.

When Deez doesn't respond Gil leans closer, "You should ask him," he gently prompts.

Deez looks up at Gil and sighs before she looks over to Harry.

"Shrimpy be ah gettin' yer tongue there princess?" Harry chuckles and moves a strand of her hair out of her face, gently tucking it behind her ear, "Ya be knowin' ya can be askin' me anythin', right?"

"Aye," Deez nods, which makes Harry and Gil chuckle, "Sometimes it's just hard."

Harry and Gil scoot closer together, pressing her tightly between them. "Aye, sometimes it be hard ta be ah talkin'." Harry nods.

"But talkin' is really the only way to make things feel better," Gil adds encouragingly.

"Aye, but there be somethin' else that can ah be helpin' ta make things feel bett-"

Gil slaps Harry in the back of the head in perfect intimidation of Uma, "She needs to talk Harry." He glares at his brother. "And it doesn't make ya feel better forever, it just makes ya forget in the moment." He shakes his head.

Deez narrows her eyes suspiciously at the two.

"I'll be ah talkin' to ya 'bout it later princess, promise." Harry quickly offers with a wink, internally cursing his big mouth. "I wanna be ah hearin' 'bout this question." Before he ruined a perfectly good prompt from Gil.

"I was just curious," Deez starts as she pulls her knees to her chest, "If you would free your father from here if you could."

Harry laughs deeply, "Would I be ah freein' that old codfish from here?" His laughter continues for a few moments before he sobers. What kind of question was that? Why would that help her with her dilemma over freeing her father? "I don'nah be ah knowing. What be the worst thing he be ah doin'? Scaring ah bunch of forever kids? I guess he did be kidnappin' the girl that be ah playin' 'mommy' to them? And a pixie. He be ah right dick at times, the ol' drunkard. But it ain'nah bein' like he ain'nah doin' the exact same thing here on the isle that he were in Neverland." He shakes his head.

Deez curls tighter around herself, but doesn't say anything.

If he wanted her to be open and honest with him, he was going to have to dig deeper than that, "He be ah mean drunk, and he ain'nah been doin' me or me sisters any favors," he grimaces as he unconsciously pulls Deez tighter to his side. Gil's grip on his shoulder helps to steady him, and he gives the other boy a quick smile before he looks down to Deez again, "Do I think he deserves to be here? I don'nah be knowin', but I do be ah knowin' that with 'im here he ain'nah hurtin' other kids anymore, just us that be ah stuck here with him."

Gil shoots him an encouraging smile from above Hyades' head, clearly approving of the answer before he lowers his eyes to her. "You'll feel better." He nudges.

Deez sighs, "I got into a fight with Jay a bit ago because he was mad about me going back home to get more tablets-"

Gil turns to Harry with a look of warning on his face, as if the other boy knew, and probably did, that the comment was going to send his blood pressure through the roof.

Harry swallows his anger before he turns back to Hyades. At least she was writing again. That showed progress. He'd never been so concerned for her as he was when T told them she wasn't writing anymore.

"-so I could start writing again, writing to the king." She shakes her head and sweeps her hand in front of her, "And I uh, realized where a lot of my anger was coming from. Seeing as your so curious and angry, I'm guessing you also know what happens at the temple though." She sighs in frustration.

Harry lets out his own sigh as he hangs his head, "Aye, ya be catchin' me there lass." He didn't see the point in lying about it. He knew from experience it would only make things worse to deny something she already knew.

"So you and Jay do talk." Deez shrugs before she turns to Gil, "I told you they'd be friends."

Gil frowns, "I don't think that's the point Deez." He leans down and presses his lips to her temple. "And I know ya know that."

Deez scrunches her face up in frustration before she sighs again.

Harry hides his grin at Gil's swift rebuke and rescue. Leave it to their sweet boy to know exactly how to diffuse a situation. He was grateful. He didn't need their secret meetings to become even less of a secret than they already were. Though it didn't surprise him that Deez had managed to pick up on it.

"Fine. So then you already know my dad wants me to free him, remove the cuffs. That's what he wants when he shows up. A little while ago I realized I could break them. Sometimes I can feel the seam of the band. It's hard though," she tilts her head to the side, "And it's like it comes and goes, which I don't understand yet. And I don't know what he'd do if he was free, so I make him think I have to get stronger so he gives me breaks." As soon as the last word leaves her lips she drops her head to her knees, hiding her face under her hair.

Harry couldn't count the emotions that swirled through him at the admission if he tried. His hand sinks into her silky locks as he brushes it soothingly. "Ya should jus' be lettin' the prick go an be ah done with it." He points out with a restrained sigh. Nothing her old man could reign over Auradon was worth her torturing herself like she was. Fuck them for leaving them here to rot. It's not like Senior would stick around once he was freed anyways. He'd probably go right after whoever got him stuck on this lousy spit of rock in the first place.

Deez slowly shakes her head, as if afraid of discouraging his attention, "I can't. Not until everyone that doesn't deserve to be here is freed." She leans into Harry's side, giving him more access to her hair, "And if I do free him, who knows what kind of deals he has with other villains. I know he and Maleficent have worked together. And Ursula. As good as it would be to have them gone, it would be so short-lived." Her frame shakes with a cold chuckle, "Don't you know good always wins. They'd end up right back here and be all the more pissed."

Harry's lips purse to the side in distaste. He subconsciously turns to her before he mindlessly begins to braid her hair. He'd forgotten about Senior's deals for a moment. But still, "Ain'nah no guarantee that he be ah seein' them deals through for years though. Ya could be lettin' him free, and then be wipin' yer hands of it." He hated the picture T had constructed for him. The look on his face and the boy's tone would always stand out to him. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen the usually even-tempered boy so… Passionate? That might not be the right word. Expressive, definitely though. To the bone. The thought made him shudder as his eyes drop to her hands without his consent.

Deez shudders and tucks her hands under her knees, "I can't. If they get out, even just him, no one would ever let us out. And then what does all my writing add up to?"

Harry frowns when she hides her hands. So she'd figured out he knew all of it then. And now he knew that T wasn't exaggerating. But why hide her hands? Shame? Embarrassment? He understood shame more than most. Not that she had anything to be ashamed or embarrassed about. She was just doing what they all had to do to survive. Placate her OV. "It be worth doin' that ta yerself, though?"

Gil turns and studies Harry in confusion, his mouth opens but he snaps it shut and instead scoots closer to Hyades in quiet support.

Harry swallows a sigh. Thank Poseidon for his sweet boy knowing how to read social cues like a fucking Aurdonian prince. He could kiss him. Would have, if it wouldn't have given Deez's an out from the question at hand.

"Yes." Deez nods without looking up, "It's completely worth it. My hands heal almost instantly. But we only get one shot if we can get out of here."

Gil's face darkens when she says heal, but instead of interrupting her he pulls her into his lap, seamlessly closing the space between him and Harry without interrupting the braid.

"Aye, but at what cost lass?" Harry asks as he finishes braiding her hair. He studies her in concern before his eyes soften. It was a noble notion, and one he expected from the small girl hiding in Gil's muscular arms. Noble, but stupid.

"Nothing. That's why I don't understand why Jay and you get so mad." With practiced ease, she twists in Gil's arms to hide her face against his chest.

Harry's eyes narrow, "I imagine we be gettin' mad for the same reason, ya be havin' a choice in the matter Deez." He shakes his head. "Fuck what he be doin' when he be free. It ain'nah gonna affect ah one of us. He ain'nah ever be ah showin' any interest in us." He points out with a frown.

"You can't know that for sure. No one can. And I wouldn't be able to live with it if someone got hurt. He can take anyone with him if he doesn't have those fucking cuffs on."

Gil rubs his chin over her head in a gentle caress as he holds her more securely. "We can't." He whispers, "But that don't mean we wouldn't be willin' ta run the risk if it meant someone, at least one of us anyways, wouldn't be hurt by their parent anymore." He murmurs into her hair.

"Aye, what the sweet boy be ah sayin' an' more." Harry nods, "S'not like yer ol' man be ah yellin' that it be his daughter that be ah gettin' it off."

"He'd explain exactly how he managed to pull one over them." Deez laughs harshly, "Like shove their faces in their oversight, 'look how stupid you were' style."

Harry's eyes narrow before he shrugs, "Fair enough." He concedes, "But I'd rather never be gettin' off this rock than be havin' ya have ta be doin' somethin' like that whenever he be ah callin'." He admits with a frown, "Life might not ah be perfect here, but we, Uma, Gil, and me, be ah makin' it work alright…"

"Same," Gil adds softly. "S'not worth freedom if ya have to suffer for it alone Deez."

"That's fine." Deez shrugs, "But I'm not giving up hope that we can get out of here. I'll keep writing to the king, thanks. I'm not changing my mind."

Harry frowns in disapproval. "It do be your choice lass, more than any o' the rest o' us be ah havin'. But I be thinkin' that no freedom be worth a wee sister sufferin' so much for just the hopes of a treasure, instead of a sure thing o' one…"

Gil nods his head as he squeezes Deez closer. "It ain't like the rest of us are able ta choose whether or not to listen to our parents or not… And it sounds ta me," He looks between Hyades and Harry, "That ya might be havin' a choice, but no choice at the same time, which leaves ya where it leaves the rest of us…" He adds with a confused frown, "If that makes sense. I know I don't know everything 'bout this, but I don't need to, I think, to be readin' between these lines."

Harry smiles at Gil's ever so simple phrasing of such a complicated issue. The boy wasn't wrong. From where Deez was sitting, freeing her father wasn't an option. It was, however, her choice. He didn't like it. Hated it in fact. But it's not like he could make her free her father, without being exactly like her father. The whole issue was a paradox that made his head hurt.

"This is why I never wanted to talk about it. It was better when I was the only one who knew what I was doing."

Harry lifts a brow at Gil's instant disappointment. It was a rare look on the boy.

"Don't be dumb Deez," Gil reprimands as he pulls her back by the shoulders so he could stare into her eyes, "It helps knowin' that you at least have a choice in whatever's happening. I know I don't have all the pieces but I don't need it all to understand it. I might not like it, but I can respect your choice. Your one of the smartest people I know, if you think it's a bad idea, then it's probably a bad idea. We don't have to like it, to respect it."

"Ah," Harry nods in approval, "What he be ah sayin'." He quickly agrees, after struggling to come up with a response himself.

Gil gives a curt nod and sends him a smile of appreciation. "We trust ya ta know what's best for you Deez. We're just worried. But what type of family would we be if we didn't care? Or wish the situation was different?"

"Aye." Harry nods, "I be ah wishin' it be ah different… But me sweet boy be ah right. If ye be thinkin' that be what's best for ya…" He hangs his head with a sigh. He couldn't bring himself to finish his thought. Gil was a lot more... open-minded he guessed when it came to this kind of shit. Personally, he wanted to talk her into freeing her old man, but after Gil's statement, saying that they trusted her judgment, which they did, it just was a moot point. Their hands were as tied as hers, as much as he hated it. It just made her like the rest of them again. A slave to their parents' whims.

Deez sighs and wipes at her face, "Can we just leave it at I know what I'm doing, and this is the best I can do for everyone right now." She sighs and looks between them, "If I change my mind, I'll let you know. And does this mean I have to tell Uma?"

"Secrets don't belong in families," Gil states with a conviction that makes a genuine smile crack on Harry's lips.

"Aye." Harry chuckles, finally giving in to the urge to play with her silky hair again. He undoes the braid before he runs his fingers through coaxingly. "That they don't. But if it be ah helpin' we can be the ones that be doin' the sharin' so ya don'nah have to be dealin' with the brunt of our Kraken's wrath. So then she can be broachin' it all calm an' the like." It was the least he could offer to do.

Deez's face brightens for a moment before she sinks against Gil, "That's not fair to any of you, Uma should be hearing it from me I guess."

Gil shrugs, "It's up to you, but if it's you, it's gotta be sooner rather than later." He admits, "I can't keep nothin' from Uma when she knows there's something there…" He looks away from the two of them, "Sorry Deez."

"That do be ah makin' things ah mite hard with Ursula's shop improvements," Harry adds in frustration before his eyes light up, "But be makin' it easier in the same breath. Ain't like we'll be havin' much time ta be interrogated by our Kraken if we all be too tired ta be ah talkin'." He points out with a grin.

Deez frowns, "I guess, if it comes up you guys can go ahead and tell her," She nods, "but if possible, please let me be the one to do it."

Gil tucks his head into Hyades' hair. "Thank you for understanding." He whispers, sounding so much smaller than his large frame made him seem capable of.

Deez reaches up and pats Gil's cheek before she wraps her arms around his neck, hiding her face again.

Harry watches the two of them with a smile. Their baby girl and sweet boy comforting each other made him relax if even just a little. He might not be thrilled with Deez's decision, in fact, he hated it, but Gil was right, as usual, when it came down to it. They couldn't force her to do anything without being fucking hypocrites. It was as comforting as it was disheartening to think of Deez as being as helpless as the rest of them when it came to the wrath from their OVs.

"Want to stay and learn more about making swords?" Deez asks once she pulls back again

Harry's lip twitches into a grin at the invitation, before it falls to a frown. "I would be ah lovin' that lass, but I be ah havin' business that be ah needin' me attention before we be havin' no time at all." He winks at her and rubs her scalp one last time before he pulls himself to his feet.

Gil furrows his brow at Harry before he sighs, "We should get back to work ourselves. We still have two more swords to make, before startin' on me and Deez'."

"And then Uma's sword," Deez adds with a conspirator's grin.

The confusion on Gil's face disappears at the reminder. "I'm excited to start on the tentacles."

Deez nods and jumps to her feet, "Then what are we waiting for?"

Gil chuckles as he follows her to her feet. "Hope your business leads ta treasure, man." He pats Harry on the shoulder with one last lingering look.

"Aye." Harry agrees, "That be ah two of us." Though he really hoped it didn't.


The tall cathedral loomed over him like a hurricane, dark and threatening. Harry pops his lips and claps his hands together, suddenly nervous about this plan. Could Frollo really have a kid hidden from the isle?

Better question, could he handle it if he discovered two very hard truths today?

Harry sighs deeply before he walks up the stairs, trudging like a condemned man heading to the gallows. It wasn't like he had a choice. After watching Jay's reaction the night before- He had to know. It hadn't been like Jay at all. His stomach twisted into a tighter knot.

Even if he didn't want too. He knew the thought wasn't going anywhere without the truth. It wasn't even about figuring out the puzzle that was T at the moment, so much as it was needing to know for himself.

There were so many signs that pointed in this direction, but an equal amount that didn't. In general, T was a pretty laid back kid that knew how to make an impression. And was fucking ridiculously fearless, like stupidly recklessly fearless. On the other hand, he was pretty sure the boy flinched any time someone made a sudden move or jumped when he was touched. It was usually hard to spot under his layers of clothes… But if what Jay said was true, and he had no reason to think Jay would lie to him at this point, what the fuck was happening to the kid?

If it wasn't for Jay's visceral reaction to it, He would have bet all the gold in the world that Jay had just been pulling his leg about T's back.

It seemed almost ridiculous to think someone would be out walking around, or rather roof hopping, with that many injuries. But he'd seen the way the other boy had burned off the tentacle shaped bruises himself. His stomach turns. And that was disturbing to think about. What the hell type of consequences could be so scary that you would rather mutilate yourself?

He had wholly believed T when he said he had to because he wasn't allowed to leave where ever the fuck he was being held. He'd been too squirrelly after the confession for it to have been anything less than the truth.

He stops outside the looming wooden doors that dwarfed him, his eyes drawn to the outline of what he imagined used to be a golden cross. The shape puts him on edge before he slowly reaches out for the rope handle and pulls it open before hesitantly stepping in.

The inside of the church was dimly lit, the sparse light coming in from the broken stained glass windows combined with a few hundred small lit candles barely covered the entire room, leaving many shadowed nooks and crannies for anyone to lurk in. His eyes land on a picture hidden in shadows. He steps closer to investigate it, his lips turning to a frown as he takes in the grim depiction of one man standing in front of another with hands tied behind his back. The bottom part of the frame had a single 'I' directly under and centered with the horrific scene.

Huh.

He steps back, noting twelve more lining the walls as he crept his way from one to another, each picture growing grimmer. He watches the first man forced to walk with a giant wooden cross before he stops at the one with the man falling to his knees and being whipped. The letters 'VII' marked on the frame beneath it.

Harry shudders at the picture before he quickly steps away. What type of 'god' wanted this shit up in his halls?

He shakes his head to pull himself out of his thoughts. It was stupid to creep himself out before he even got answers. He couldn't afford to have his mind made up already, not when he needed to know for certain.

He nervously begins to look around, trying to figure out the layout of this huge building as he continued walking, though now he avoiding looking at any more pictures. His echoing steps did nothing to diminish the feeling of disquiet.

Eventually, he finds himself in a huge room with a stage at one end with a lot of broken looking benches facing it. Along one wall there were tiny looking rooms with thin doors. A shiver runs up his spine at the thought of what those could be used for.

He was thinking of making a run for it when a hand suddenly slams down on his shoulder, making him nearly jump out of his skin. "Oy, ya be ah wantin' ta be warnin' ah man ah'fore ya be ah touchin' him mate."

"My apologies young sir." A thin, elderly man in old, but well-tended, robes pulls his hand from Harry's shoulder, "Is there something I can do for you?"

"Aye." Harry steps back almost immediately, "I be ah thinkin' o' bout what be comin' after this, someone be mentionin' hell be ah worse than the isle, and I did'nah be believing them…" He quickly lies. "An' they be sayin' ya be the man to come to if it be ah botherin' me." He adds figuring it wouldn't hurt to blow hot air up the man's robes. He looks down, "Somethin' bout salvation or somethin'?" It didn't seem to matter what OV you talked, they all loved praise.

"Well young man, my name is Dom Frollo, and I am the archdeacon here. So it was good advice you received on where to go for answers at the very least." Frollo nods as he gestures to one of the decrepit benches.

Harry schools his features. And T be callin' him long-winded, he turns and rolls his eyes before he sits on one of the sturdier-looking benches. This was going to be painful to sit through and swallow.

"Have you ever heard of the Bible?"

Harry squints his eyes in thought, "Not'ah clue." He admits unashamedly. "What that ah be?" It wasn't difficult to feign interest at least.

Frollo smiles warmly as he reaches into the back of the bench and pulls out a small book, "Can you read?"

"Aye," Harry nods, losing interest almost immediately when he sees the bible's no more than a book.

"Wonderful my boy. What do you say you look this over, let me bookmark a few pages you might find helpful," Frollo reaches into his robes and pulls out several ribbons before he flips to several pages in the book, leaving a ribbon each time he stopped, "There now." He holds the book out for Harry, "You read that over, and come back to me with any questions that you have."

Harry tilts his head curiously, his eyes watching the vulture-like-man carefully as he tentatively takes the book. "Aye, an' if I be ah readin' this, it be meanin' me salvation?" He asks as he flips through the pages speculatively.

"That's one part of it. We are all sinners. Not just those who were forced to live here to pay for their past mistakes. We're born sinners, and we have to work to be worthy of salvation. It's not an easy road, but I'm sure you'll agree that everlasting redemption and eternal peace is worth it."

"Aye, everlastin' redemption and peace do be ah soundin' nice ta this pirate." Harry lies, though his head tilts in genuine confusion. "So, yer ah here on this spit, jus' cause ya were born to this-" He holds up the bible, wavering it between them. "then?"

"God works in mysterious ways. He tests us you see, because he loves us and wants to see us be the strongest we can. But God is also wrathful to those who scorn him." Frollo warns gently.

Harry frowns. That didn't answer his question, now did it. "So this God'ah be ah challengin' ya by sendin' ya here?" He lifts a brow.

"Well no, I chose to come here. My duty is to save souls, and who more needs the chance at salvation than these poor unfortunate outcasts that are forced to live here. Don't they deserve the chance to atone for their sins?"

Harry's brow lifts. "Ya be choosin…." His eyes narrowed speculatively, huh. He knew there were people, dumb, dumb, dumb, people, who opted to join the villains here on this stupid rock. And from the man's own account, he just wanted to 'save' the lost souls?

Something about that didn't sit right with him. "Why' ya be doin' somethin' like that?" Pops out of his mouth before he can stop himself. "Ain'nah lick on this isle be worth savin'."

"Not even you?" Frollo asks with a small smile.

Harry blinks, "Well, I ah," He frowns, what type of semantic bullshit was that? "I be ah hopin' not." He finally backpedals.

"You see, there are those worthy of being saved. All it takes is the will to walk in and ask." Frollo chuckles softly, the sound a soothing, low melody, "You aren't the first person to question the sanity of my choice."

"Bet I'm not," Harry mutters, seriously who the fuck would opt for this shit hole? He knew about some teacher, Yensid or whatever, making the choice. When Deez was going to school she'd always talk about Yensid this, or Yensid that. Still, something about this man made him unsettled. He knew that the only people that came with their belongings were the actual OV's. That's how his Da be havin' his ship ta be givin' away. So, what the fuck?

Did Auradon build this fucker a church? Or was he just...Wishing that was the case? "Mighty kind o' ya ta be sacrificin' yer life for us heathens." He responds carefully.

"It's my duty to God to help the weak and the small, if any seek salvation, it is my duty to guide them." Frollo steeples his hands in front of his chest.

"Huh…" Harry studies the man with disbelief. "So ya be throwin' away a cushy life in Auradon ta be savin' the likes ah me?"

"I am a man in service to God my dear boy, I have made vows to give up many of the world's comforts in order to better serve my fellow man."

"Aye," Harry nods, sizing the man up. "Must be ah one helluva god ya be servin' for ya ta be givin' up that fer yer fellow man."

"I serve the only God. The true God."

"The only God I be knowin' be Hades, and the ones' o' the sea. Did'nah realize there be ah true one."

A small sneer pulls at Frollo's lips, "Those are false gods. Heretics. Beings that would gladly lead you away from the righteous path."

Harry scratches the side of his face in bewilderment, "An yer god be in Auradon or somethin'?"

"God is everywhere. He is omnipotent."

Harry looks around in confusion, "Well he ain'nah being here." He states as he looks away from the man before he could read the disbelief in his eyes.

"Even in the darkest times, God is there. Always watching."

"God must'ah be one helluva freak ta be watchin'." Harry blurts out without thinking. That was really fucking creepy to think about. Someone watching you in your lowest moments, and doing nothing. At least Senior kept to his temple.

Frollo tilts his head slightly before he leans forward and taps the book in Harry's hand, "Read the pages I marked for you. They'll help you understand. And of course I'm here if you have any questions, but first, you should try to educate yourself as best you can."

At the dismissal, Harry stands up, "I be ah doin' jus' that then. I be ah curious bout this god ya be ah so devoted too, that ya would ah be givin' up everything for." He starts backing away. "Did'nah be a knowin' there be-" Harry stops himself, something in his gut telling him not to mention his knowledge about Yensid. "A hero among us unfortunates as it were. I be ah definitely tellin' me captain' bout this." He holds up the bible. "Ain'nah one of us not be ah needin' a bit o' savin' in our life." He certainly would not be doing any such thing. If Uma found out about this he was sure he'd be done for. He was surprised at how quickly the man had descended upon him, and how silent. Honestly, the whole endeavor was pretty disquieting, and all he wanted to do was run. His curiosity was doused with the vibes this 'servant of God' was puttin' out. He should have tried the roof first.

"Ah," Frollo nods in understanding, "Here, let me mark another passage for you." He takes the book, "Perhaps a different perspective might help you understand why I would choose to be like Daniel," A smile curves his lips, "A sheep surrounded by lions. Rather than a Judas."

"Aye," Harry nods, "I be ah interested in that meself." He takes the book back before he scurries backward away from the man's, whatever it was that had been setting off his warning bells since he walked in.


Later that night, after the midnight mass

It wasn't every day that such a young sinner walked into his church seeking redemption. And as confused as that boy had seemed, he'd been genuinely interested in the idea of redemption and eternal peace.

And he was planning on sharing it with others in his circle, his 'captain'. How absolutely delightful. He was pretty sure that the boy was the son of Captain James Hook. He'd look into it later though.

He stops outside a door, smiling at the sound of the violin playing on the other side. Tonight he was going to let himself enjoy what little reward he did get on this miserable isle. He reaches into his inner robe pocket and pulls out a key ring.

A twisted smile curved his lips as he unlocks the door to find his payment for being such a benevolent soul. His prize was dancing seductively around the room. Waiting for him. Just the way he liked it. It had been a while since he'd earned the treat so deservingly, but could you blame him? He had given up everything to help outcasts, so why couldn't he have just this one thing to covet of his own.

His eyes linger on her curly black hair that falls in waves down her back. He moves on to her warm walnut skin peeking out from under the silky material of her dress as she turns. Then he locks eyes with brilliant emerald green when she looks coyly at his entrance. The sound of her bangles clinking together sent fire through his veins as she danced for him, and only him.

He just hoped she hadn't gone and ruined herself for him again. He would not tolerate her foolishness well tonight if he found her skin marred by more flames. He hoped his lessons were doing a better job of making her understand just how fragile she was.

"Good evening Faustina." He greets as he locks the door behind him. Faustina. She was indeed a treasure when she was dancing. How she reminding him of the beautiful one that got away. The one that landed him here, with the heathens. His hand tightens around the leather whip in his hand.

That could wait. For now, all he wanted was to lose himself in her dance.

A smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes warms up her face as she waits for the song to end. Once it does she dips into a courtesy, "Father." She greets softly, head bowed.


So,

What did you guys think of Harry's adventures? Satisfied that he finally got to talk to Deez? Disturbed by his visit to the church? Upset he didn't get any real answers? Curious what he'll do with all this information? We know we are.

I know a lot of you were looking forward to seeing him on screen. So did we deliver? Or are you guys devastated we didn't have Harry push more? Would you have in that situation?

And what about that scene at the end? Were you happy to actually see Faustina on screen? Did it make anyone else's stomach turn? Dark had a serious shudder attack after writing that one, she does do an amazing Frollo though, amiright?

Let us know in the comments below

-Twisted