Hey Descendants,
I'm starting to think Monday chapters are just going to end up being posted later in the day. Today, alas, Twisted and I had to adult and I'm just now getting to a computer to post. Sorry.
Ok, so in the last chapter Harry managed to get T to Uma, because everyone knows Uma knows what to do. And then we saw the family start processing what was happening. Deez couldn't face her fear of the water and docks, and Harry forced himself to face an unremembered part of his life. Yensid immediately ran to their aid when asked. And Gil and James proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that they will always support Harry.
But, what about Uma? What about T and Faustina?
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Uma wipes the back of her hand across her face. T hadn't so much as whimpered since Harry had left her in the tub. It would have been terrifying if it wasn't such a relief.
Her stomach turns as she looks over the brands in T's skin. The two just below her collar bones above her breasts; the 't' and 'CF' were crudely fashioned, but were obviously claim marks. Sick sonovabitch, she clenches the rag tighter. If he wasn't already dead, she'd kill him. How dare he try to claim and mark one of hers. Tears fall unbidden from her eyes as she tenderly washes the raw, irritated skin.
Frollo was a fucking monster.
She chokes on a sob as she wrings the bloody cloth out in an empty bucket before rinsing it in a bucket of clean water. Not that it was going to be of much help, the tub swirled with red, and more blood seeped slowly from the open wounds crisscrossing T's entire body.
Her heart hurt. She'd never dealt with trauma like this. T was one big injury, each glance brought new wounds to her attention.
Another sob rips from her lungs when she catches the string of 't's branded like an obscene belt across T's abdomen and hips. She grips the side of the tub and slaps a hand over her mouth, refusing to scream in her anger and outrager.
Fuck. She swallows. Could T live through this?
She could only imagine how much pain T was in, just the thought made her want to cry out to the gods. She shakes her head. She couldn't think like that.
She hoped the warm water was soothing, hoped it was helping to remove the burn of salt from the open lacerations, but she doubted it felt good on burnt skin.
Not to mention she wasn't sure how good it was for her to be soaking in her own watered-down blood.
She couldn't handle it anymore. She needed to change out the water or it was going to drive her insane.
She pushes the window to her room open and dumps a bucket of water out it. This was going to be tedious, but she was the only one on the ship that could take care of T right now.
She walks over to the door and snaps it open, "I need more water." She orders, "Fetch it and leave it at the door."
"Aye." Two of her crew take off towards the stairs.
She shuts the door before she continues to drain the bloody water, one bucket at a time.
Once she gets a good majority of it out she starts hauling buckets from the door in to set beside the tub. She sighs, choking back a sob as she goes back to cleaning T's wounds.
She honestly had no idea where to start with the burns covering her feet and legs. She'd never dealt with anything so large and massively infected.
When T winces, Uma bites her lip. "I know, I know this has to hurt." She whispers soothingly, "But I have to clean these."
T's eyes flutter with heavy lids before glassy eyes blink up at her. "U-Uma?" He slurs in confusion.
"Yep. Welcome back." Uma smiles down at her.
"What-" T's eyes widen as she grabs the sides of the tub, "You shouldn't be here!" She shakes her head. "We've gotta go!" She begins to pull herself up.
"T! Shhhhh," Uma quickly grabs T's shoulders to keep her from moving, "It's okay. You're on my ship now. I'm just cleaning out your wounds." This wasn't good. T was having waking night terrors.
"The-" T narrows her glassy eyes as they dart around wildly. "The ship?"
Uma nods and gives T an encouraging smile, "Yes. Harry found you and brought you back to me so I can take care of you. You're safe. I promise."
"Hook?" Her brows furrow, as she suddenly jerks her head to look behind her, eyes wide in concern.
"He's okay. He's just taking care of some things. Don't worry, he'll be back soon." Uma frowns as she looks where T was. Nothing was there though.
"Don't do anything stupid." T slurs. "It hurts."
Uma snorts. Don't do anything stupid indeed. "It looks like it does. Why don't you just relax and let me take care of these?"
T studies her before she nods and sinks back into the slight amount of water in the tub.
"Good." Uma shakes her head as she adjusts her so she wasn't awkwardly crumbled. She blinks tears away as she lightly plucks black strands of damp hair off of T's face.
Was it her father dying her hair? And her skin? Because she thought T was naturally a redhead with a paler complexion and freckles, but she now looked more like she had when they first met, just without the rat's nest of braids. She picks up the rag and starts washing once more, doing her best to ignore the way T's breath hitches every time she brushed over the salt embedded into his back.
"Hello?" A strange voice calls out as someone knocks on the door urgently. "Captain."
Uma puts down the rag before she jumps to her feet and speeds to the door to open it. "Yensid?" She whispers hopefully.
Yensid nods when he sees her poke her head out the door, "Yes, nice to meet you, Captain." He greets.
"Formalities later." Uma rudely grabs his arm, not even bothering to hide the desperation in her voice as she pulls him into the room and shuts the door. She didn't care. She could apologize later. Right now a member of her family needed serious care.
"Good." Yensid nods as he sets a small bag down on the floor. He reaches a hand in and quickly begins to unpack it, pulling items of impossible size out of the small opening before he sets up a small table and several bottles, jars and other various sized containers.
"What can I help you with?" Uma asks, not wanting to be ushered from the room. Her eyes dart from T to Yensid in discomfort.
Yensid's eyes land on T with a frown. "Let's get him moved to the bed, shall we? So we can see the full extent of what we're dealing with."
Uma nods, "We wanted to get the salt out of the wounds. And then I realized I couldn't get her out by myself." She looks away, embarrassed to admit her weakness in front of this strange adult she knew her cousin trusted so much.
Yensid grimaces, "Salt-" He takes a deep breath, "Good call, Captain, but if it's dissolved do you mind if I move him to the bed?"
"I'd prefer it." Uma quickly walks over to the tub, "How can I help?"
Yensid nods before he walks to the tub and bends over to pick up T, letting out a hiss when he sees more of T's condition. "I have some of T's ointment in my bag, if you could start applying it to the graver wounds, I can start making a paste out of anti-inflammatories and painkillers. He lays T down at the edge of the bed, a low growl escaping his throat.
Uma nods before she searches through the bag he'd left on the ground, wondering how the old man managed to find anything in a bag this tightly packed.
"I've found thinking about what you're reaching for usually helps."
"What? How do you not think about-" Her eyes narrow as a container suddenly jumps into her hand, "What the fuck?" She stands up, looking down at the same kind of jar T'd given Harry.
"Now if you would please bring me the bag, we should get to work. He needs to be bandaged."
Uma glares at the bag before she picks it up and sets it beside the old man, "Deez trusts you, can I?" She hated that she had to ask, but she needed to see a reaction, especially after the mixed feelings she was getting.
"I would rather earn your trust, but tonight neither of us really have a choice but to trust the other has T's best interest at heart."
"True." Uma frowns before she pops the top of the container in her hand and slides into her bed to start applying the salve to the more serious-looking wounds.
"Can you suture?" Yensid asks absently.
"Aye," Uma responds.
"Excellent." He nods, "The quicker we get him stitched the better." Yensid starts tipping pills out of different bottles into two stone bowls before he takes a stone stick and grinds one of them. "I'll write down the ratio for you."
"Agreed." Uma's eyes flicker up to what Yensid was doing before she looks back to her own task, "And thank you."
"I would say it was my pleasure to help you- But there is nothing pleasant about this." Yensid quickly makes a paste before he collects it in a strange-looking spoon, "This is the easiest way to get him to take these." He opens T's mouth and scraps the spoon over his tongue, dislodging the thick paste before he tips another small measure of water down his throat.
Uma nods in understanding as she watches the actions intently.
"If you're not sure he swallowed, rub his throat like this." He quickly demonstrated until he triggers a swallow.
Again Uma nods. So every time then. "Got it."
"Now, let's get to work on these wounds." Yensid takes a deep breath, "I'll start with the burns, are you good with the rest?"
"I can handle it." She assures him sternly, though she felt like the tone was more directed at herself. She could handle this because she had no other choice. T's life was in danger and she wouldn't rest until she'd done all she could.
"I have no doubt Captain." Yensid nods as he pulls out another bottle of some thick, clear-ish liquid and packages of needle and thread.
Uma blinks. This man was not playing around. She'd never seen such clean pre-packaged equipment.
Uma rolls her stiff shoulders before she looks up, "I've gotten a majority of the bigger ones pulled together." She sighs as she looks her handy work over with a critical eye.
"Excellent." Yensid nods, "Best to roll him over to stop the larger ones on his back."
"Aye." Uma nods as she looks down before letting out a gasp. T's eyes were open as he stared silently at the ceiling. How long had they been open? She hadn't made a sound, hadn't even so much as twitched.
Yensid frowns as he looks up, "Ah, I see you're awake." He smiles tightly as he puts the bottle in his hand aside.
T gives a curt nod.
"Are you in a lot of pain?"
He's still for a moment before he carefully shrugs.
Yensid furrows his brow as his eyes drift to Uma before he looks back at T, "Do you know where you are?"
Again, he gives another curt nod.
"Do you know who I am," He points to Uma, "who she is?"
T gives another curt nod.
"Can you speak?"
"Y-yes, sir." She stumbles over herself voice barely above a whisper as she bows her head.
What the fuck? Uma blinks as she pulls back slightly. Her eyes sweep over the other girl in disbelief. The soft feminine notes were at complete odds with T's usual gruff, toneless one. Her fingers bunch in the blanket. Fuck. She looks up at Yensid, who's barely perceptible nod confirms her suspicion.
"I'm not speaking to T," Yensid carefully pulls a thin sheet over her, "am I, young one?"
She slowly shakes her head, "N-no, sir."
"So what may I call you?"
"F-F-Faustina..."
Yensid nods, "Faustina. That is a very pretty name." He carefully settles by her side, "Well, Faustina, Uma and I are trying to patch you up. You've gotten quite hurt over the past few days. So, is it okay for us to continue working?"
She opens her mouth before she closes it and hesitantly nods.
"Thank you, Faustina. Would you like to go back to sleep?"
Her brows furrow for a moment, but she gives another slow nod.
Yensid smiles as he reaches into his bag and pulls out a bottle and syringe. "You'll feel a small pinch, but it's just something to help you sleep." He measures out an amount before he puts the bottle away, "Okay?"
Faustina studies him before she slides her arm from out under the sheet and offers her shaking limb.
Yensid smiles warmly as he nods and takes her arm.
"Faustina?" Uma leans over her and takes her other hand. She had to say something. She had to let this person know it was going to be okay.
Faustina looks to her, the girl's gaze shockingly steady as their eyes meet.
"You're safe now, I won't let anyone get you, or hurt you. You or T. Okay?" She keeps her eyes on Faustina as Yensid administers the injection, "I promise."
Faustina's eyes soften, "I know…" She squeezes her hand comfortingly.
Uma squeezes in return, blinking back tears as Faustina's eyes slowly close.
"I am surprised she was able to surface, not only through T being her protector but also through the fever and medications we gave her."
Uma frowns, "I'm surprised they keep waking up period with how much pain they must be in."
Yensid frowns, "It shows how strong of a constitution they have and how willful they are." he sighs, "And oddly intuitive." He adds with a furrowed brow as he reclaims the bottle of medication for burns and resettles at the foot of the bed, "Though, T had borrowed a vast amount of my medical books, so perhaps therein lies my answer."
"Answer to what?" Uma wipes her eyes before she turns to look at the old man.
"How she knew I needed her arm," Yensid explains with a frown. "Have you ever received a shot? An immunization or anything?"
Uma frowns, "Harry used to get them." She shifts in discomfort. "When he was…" She shakes her head. "It's how they kept him coming back." She sighs. "But I've never gotten one, myself."
Yensid frowns, "Ah. They got him addicted to a drug only they could provide." He sighs and a small growl reverberates in the back of his throat, "That's…" He closes his eyes for a moment, "I apologize-"
"I got him off it." Uma offers. "Well, Gil and me got him off it."
"You are truly a unique young woman Captain. A remarkable one." He sets the bottle in his hand aside again, "I can't imagine that was an easy or pleasant task."
"No, it wasn't… But it was a worthwhile one."
Yensid simply nods, "Your family is rather extraordinary." He gives her a gentle smile, "Here, let's go ahead and get T flipped over so we can continue."
Uma nods, "Right." She shakes her head. They weren't done yet, and sea gods only knew if he-she-they were still bleeding.
Harry struggles to adjust the awkward weight of his box of plundered T goods in his hands. He was starting to feel the sting in his shoulder now and was secretly glad James had offered to take the more delicate items. He shakes his head, happy when his feet finally hit the deck of the ship.
Finally, he could breathe again.
"Mate, I can bring the boxes down to the hold." James sighs, "You should go get your shoulder looked at. It be lookin' right pissed."
Harry grimaces as he tries to rotate it, "Aaaye." He quickly covers his grunt of pain, "I can be ah livin' with that."
"Aye." James gives him a small grin, as he places down his box gingerly before he straightens and takes the box from him. "I doubt I'll be gettin' any sleep ta night, so if ya be needin' me I'll be on lookout."
"Thanks, mate." Harry nods with a small smile before he clasps the bo'sun's shoulder with his good arm, "Sorry ta be addin' ta yer workload, but I be appericatin' it all the same."
"Don't worry bout it," James waves him off. "Nothin' I can't be handlin'." He shrugs, "Side's, T be lookin' in rough shape, least I can be ah doin' while ya guys be workin' on him."
Harry salutes him as he turns towards the cabin, "Ya be the best mate." He opens the door and walks in, "Fuckin' hell storms!" he takes a deep breath as he takes in the sight on the bed. T's back looked like little more than ribbons held together in some places with black thread. Suddenly his tiny shoulder wound seemed non-existent.
Uma doesn't look up from where she was suturing up a deep lash. "Harry," She greets tightly.
"How can I be ah helpin' love?" He asks, already next to the bed.
Uma nods to the built-in bedside table with assorted packages littering it. "Ya can be helpin' me stitch this mess back together."
"Harry." Yensid spares him a glance.
"Hey ol' man." Harry greets tightly as he walks past to grab a package, ripping it open with his teeth before he settles on the opposite side of Uma. He sets his shoulders and clamps his jaw. He would help until he wasn't useful anymore, "Sticking ta the biggin's first?"
"Aye," Uma nods. "Some of them are still bleedin' a bit."
"Bleeders first," Harry nods, "Got it Cap'in." He runs a single finger along one particularly nasty gash before he gently pinches the skin together to set his first stitch. He sighs as he falls into a familiar pattern.
The three of them work in tense silence, each focused on their task.
Once Yensid finishes bandaging T's legs he looks up. "You two are very skilled at this." He comments.
"We've had a lot of practice." Uma shrugs, not wavering in the slightest.
"Aye, between ah crew that don'nah be ah knowin' how ta be keepin' their swords sheathed, and ah family that-" He sighs, "Like Uma be ah sayin', plenty o' practice."
Yensid nods somberly, as his eyes sweep over T with a frown. His eyes harden as they rest on the bandages on T's hip.
Harry knots a final stitch before he looks up, "We be ah running out o' the fancy bags." He says as he looks over his shoulder at the last package.
"I need to get to the commissary." Yensid frowns, "And pick up more supplies."
"That doesn't open for a few more hours." Uma frowns, "But luckily we got the major injuries patched up."
"Aye." Harry twists to grab the last bag, grimacing as he pulls against his shoulder, "And we can be doing ah wrap job on the rest, or be ah usin' our own supplies ta finish up."
Yensid's eyes narrow as they sweep over Harry, "Feel free to use the rest of what I brought." He offers before he stands up and walks over to him.
"Aye, there be ah-" Harry looks up from T and slightly pulls back, "What ya be ah doin'?"
"Observing your shoulder." The older man frowns, "One of you with an infection is enough, don't you think?"
Uma looks up with a frown, "What happened Harry?"
"It ain'nah bein' ah big deal," He quickly assures him, unable to look up at Uma, "I just were'nah being entirely smart about me rescue o' T from that fuckin' place and be ah gettin' lightly nicked."
"Stabbed." Yensid corrects. "By a dirty blade by the looks of it." He reaches up to tenderly prod at the raw skin.
"Fuuu-" Harry quickly turns his grunting swear into a hiss, "Ain'nah ya here ta be ah helpin' T?" He glares accusingly.
"Helping you is helping T, unless you also want to be joining him with a fever of your own."
"I can be ah cleanin' it and gettin it patched by Gil and Deez when they be ah gettin' back." Harry shrugs his good shoulder, "It be ah givin' them somethin' ta be ah doin'. Which, by the by, what are we ah gonna be ah doin' 'bout that?" He quickly asks, grateful for the easy subject change. He could hold out a little longer, make sure T was stable before he asked for help.
"I've been thinking about that." Uma frowns as she turns her eyes up at Yensid. "I know you've already done and offered so much for us, but is there any way you can keep Gil and Deez with you for the night?"
Yensid eyes widen slightly as he takes a step back and bows to her. "It would be my pleasure Captain."
Harry chuckles, "Ya would be ah thinkin' so, but those two are gonna be bitin' at the hook ta be ah comin' back."
"I can only imagine, but I'm sure I can manage."
"I'll write them an order. Harry, finish up, and then let Yensid look at your damn shoulder while I do that and pack the two a bag."
"Aye Cap'n." Harry frowns, instantly subdued by the snapped order.
"I'll be back. I'm going to go check the hold. Gil's gonna fucking catch his death if we don't get him a jacket that fits." She rushes from the room.
Harry opens the last package and deftly makes quick work of some of the smaller, but still concerning lashes.
He rubs his hand across his face when he sits back, taking a deep breath as he looks T over. "I be glad the fucker be dead."
Yensid lifts his brow, "May I clean your shoulder now?" He asks as he gestures to a pile of the ship's supplies.
Harry sighs as he finally tears his eyes from T before he gently covers her with the sheet, "Aye." He stands and pulls his shirt off before he takes a seat at the table where he could still keep an eye on her, "It always be best ta be followin' Uma's orders."
Yensid lets out a short chuckle, "She's clearly fiercely protective of those she claims as her own." He picks up a clean rag, and douses it in alcohol.
"Aye." A small smile tugs at his lips as he looks up at Yensid, "She be ah worthy Captain."
"I've gotten that impression." Yensid grins before he lets out a sigh. "This is going to be unpleasant, but I have to clean it first."
"I be ah knowin'." Harry twists his shirt, "I did'nah be wantin' ta say it in front of Uma, but Stromboli's blade be lookin' uncared for and dull as fuck. I just be ah needin' T looked after first."
Yensid frowns, "I can't blame you. His wounds are grievous, but still, yours is concerning in its own right, and I doubt you want to come down with your own fever."
Harry takes a deep breath, "But he be ah makin' it, aye?" He blinks watery eyes as he watches Yensid, needing some kind of confirmation. He hated when people were sick, hated not being able to immediately fix things. Being sick was something you just had to be for a while until you got better. He shivers. Fuck he hated it.
"He needs fluid, and blood," Yensid responds hesitantly. "Until then, he needs sleep and warmth. And the medications I brought."
"We can be ah seeing ta that." Harry nods firmly before he puts the twisted fabric between his teeth and leans back against the chair.
"Of that, I have no doubt." Yensid frowns as he carefully cleans out the wound with practiced precision. "T will be hard-pressed to go anywhere with you and the Captain looking after him." He drops the bloody rag on the table. One hand clamps down on his uninjured shoulder, "Now would be a good time to take a deep breath," he warns, waiting for him to do so before he picks up the bottle and pours it into the wound.
Harry grunts into the fabric as his shoulder burns. One hand reaches up to twist into the fabric of the old man's robes before he takes a deep breath, his chest heaving as the burn slowly subsides. He leans forward and spits his shirt out, "Thanks for the warnin'."
"I know it's unpleasant." Yensid frowns as he inspects his damaged shoulder carefully, tenderly poking and prodding the clean injury.
"I won'nah be ah forgettin' ta check the room for assholes ever 'gain." Harry sighs as he grips the table with both hands.
"I expect you won't." Yensid frowns at the dirty containers of half-used floss and sewing needles, "I think it would be best if I just packed and bandaged this until I return tomorrow with more supplies."
Harry chuckles, "What ol' man, ya ain'nah likin' our supplies." His chuckle quickly dies, "It be what we got, and it be good enough fer me. We need ta be ah usin' the good stuff on T." He sighs, "If Deez were here we be ah getting her ta boil it first."
"If you're sure…" Yensid frowns as he douses the floss and needle with the bottle.
"So, Deez and the pup be ah likin' ya huh?" Harry comments, wanting something to focus on.
"They are rather fond of books." Yensid bends the needle.
"Deez never be ah talkin' me ear off about the books ol' man." Harry shrugs before he grimaces at the motion.
"I'm glad she enjoys our conversations as much as I do." Yensid smiles warmly, as he starts suturing the tear in his shoulder. "Carlos and Hyades are two of my favorite pupils. And T's quickly become my third. All I need is to build a rapport with Gil and I'll have the whole Book Club."
"Aye," Harry smiles, "Deez has been trying ta get Gil out ta see ya since the lad first be ah learnin' ta read," He nods as he focuses on T on the bed and Yensid's voice, "Which, I need ta be ah thankin' ya for that I hear. Ya be knowin' our Sweet Boy ain'nah stupid and be helpin' him learn ta be dealin' with what confused him with letters."
"I don't believe anyone those three choose to spend their time with could be unintelligent. They wouldn't be able to slow down, for the rest of you to keep up. I just think some of you have more interest than others when it comes to reading." He supplies. "As a teacher, it's my duty to see to it that anyone who wants to learn gets that chance. I'm proud of all three of them for being equally diligent."
"If ever there be ah group ta be proud of." Harry hisses as he slowly breathes, "It be heartbreakin' ta be seein' Gil beatin' himself up o'er it. And the three o' us be dropping school when Ursula be forcin' Uma ta be workin' more."
"Your rhythm is nearly perfect, but try to breathe in deeper." Yensid advises sagely, "I also struggled with Dyslexia when I was his age. It took me years to overcome the obstacle, due to the fact that almost no one knew how to read. It's an incredible feat that the three of them were able to work through it in a year, and it speaks highly of their intelligence and tenacity when it comes to what they care about." He could hear the smile in the old man's voice. "It's highly unfortunate the four of you never got to attend my classes. I would have enjoyed teaching the three of you from everything Deez has shared about her family. It's a disgrace that the four of you never even got the opportunity. That you've never gotten a real chance to receive a more formal education and decide for yourselves whether or not it was right for you."
"Aye-" Harry nods as he does his best to follow the advice, breathing deeply before he continues, "It be ah damn shame." He rolls his eyes before he chuckles dryly, "Deez always be ah tellin' us we be smart, not that she would ever be ah sayin' otherwise though." He takes another deep breath, surprised that the action did seem to lessen the amount of pain he felt.
Yensid chuckles, "If you can follow a conversation with Carlos, Deez, or T, I can assure you, that you're intelligent."
"Aye, the trick be ta nod occasionally." His grin half-hearted.
Yensid grins, "That's exactly what T does when he's, well I haven't decided whether he's just deep in thought, or just genuinely tuning me out because he gets bored."
"Huh…" Harry's eyes widen for a moment before he turns to look at Yensid, "Ya think we can be ah keepin' that similarity between us and not ah tellin' the Cap'in?"
"If you think it's for the best."
"If Uma ever be ah figurin' out where T be ah pickin' that particular habit up, she be ah murderin' me," Harry sighs, "and I be ah perferin' ta stay unmurdered."
"I see. Then I suppose it would be best to be discreet about that particular subject. I would also prefer you stayed unmurdered."
"Though with Jay ah bein' in Auradon now, I could always be ah throwin' him under the ship if it be comin' up." Harry smiles before his shoulders slump dejectedly.
Yensid frowns before he chuckles. "I would be careful with throwing him under too many ships, or you might have to keep Jay unmurdered when the nine of you reunite."
"Ya really be ah thinkin' Auradon be ah carin' enough ta be ah brinin' more o' us over?" Harry shakes his head, "I would'nah be ah thinkin' they take another chance. They be ah seemin' like one and done kinda people." He grunts before he looks up awkwardly, "No offense ta present company stitchin' me up."
"I know, if nothing else, that if Queen Belle is reading those letters along with her son, then she'll want to bring all of you over eventually. This whole proclamation is about chances. As much as Mal and her gang present a certain image on the isle, I'm sure as Jay's friend you can see that it's only that, a mask. As for Auradon, I can completely understand your hesitation. They abandoned everything about this place for the past twenty years. However at the end of the day, good always prevails over evil, and once Auradon sees Carlos' gang for who they really are, I have no doubt that everyone Hyades has written about will be brought over eventually. So think of it more as having faith in your friend, than faith in Auradon. No offense taken. You are very much in the right to have those opinions."
Harry furrows his brow before he bursts out laughing.
"May I inquire about what was so funny?" Yensid asks once his laughter calms down.
"Carlos being the leader of a gang." Harry admits, "When the last time I be ah seein' the pup he be ah usin' me," he snorts, "Unashamedly usin' me as ah shield in the library." He shakes his head, "I be ah fearin' that damn spider too once it be waking back up and movin' around." He shivers, "that fuckin' beast be ah climbing Gil and T like they be toys."
"You five got passed the guardian of the library?" He asks with wide eyes. "How?" He asks eagerly. "I haven't figured out how to gain access short of killing that beast."
Harry shrugs, "When I be ah showin' up T be ah pettin' it like it were Shrimpy and the others were pickin' through the books."
"I'm sorry, petting it?"
Harry huffs, "What part o reckless, fearless and T don'nah be makin' sense?"
"I had no idea how reckless he could be until this past month. I'd always viewed him as rather level headed."
"Ya be ah thinkin' T be level-headed?" Harry scream whispers before he smacks the hand of his good arm against the surface of the table, "Oh, that be ah fat plunder of rich. T be fuckin' reckless and crazy as full sails in ah storm." He stands once he realizes that his arm was bandaged and lightly taps a finger against Yensid's chest, "Ya know how I be ah meetin' the son o' ah bitch? How Deez be ah meetin' him?"
"I think at this point it's fair to say I'm dying to know."
"Oh, let me be tellin' ya it were bein' ah right bad day. Mal an Uma," He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair, "I be ah guessin' the important part be that Deez were bein' understandably upset, years ago. Back when she be real bad with control. And T be ah tackinlin' her in full blue an' white flame down the damn well. Fuckin' asshole be ah savin' all o' us, both fuckin' gangs."
Yensid blinks as his eyes sweep over the bed before he turns back to him. "And that's how you all became friends?"
Harry snorts, "No. Gil be ah knowin' him as Dagger for fuckin' who knows how long. Jay and the pup, and I be ah thinkin' the pretty blue princess be ah knowin' him too. But the reason Jay be ah knowin' who he was be ah' cause he caught him stalkin' Evie and Deez."
Yensid chuckles. "So Gil, Carlos, and Evie then? Those are the three T decided to befriend first?"
Harry shrugs, "Or the first he saved, Gil be ah sayin' 'Dagger' be ah jumping in ta save him from a bunch o' shits that be ah beatin' on shrimpy when she be ah kitten."
"He does seem to have a penchant for making first impressions. The first impression I got of him was a lot more humorous than exciting. He was looking for Hyades and had no idea what to do with my home, and no way to know that we could see him so he shoved his face into my window." He smiles warmly.
"Aye?" Harry narrows his eyes, "Deez be ah mentionin' ya be havin' ah weird house. Surprised ya ever be ah seein' him again, less he never be ah figurin' that out."
"There was enough time between the discovery and the incident that he just cursed his life, and asked me for more books."
Harry nods, "That be me mate." He tenderly presses at the bandage on his shoulder before he looks back up to Yensid, "Thanks for patchin' me up, and talkin'." He drops his eyes, looking anywhere but at the old man.
"It was the least I can do for the person who rescued one of my favored pupils. I don't know how much more damage he really could have withstood. I don't know how he's withstanding it now to be quite honest with you."
Harry shivers and awkwardly crosses his arms over his bare chest, "He's T. That's how. If I can survive that place, so can he." He didn't want to admit that T was much worse off than he could ever remember being, but that didn't change his point. T was so much tougher than he was, so obviously T could take this, would recover. Had to recover. Right? His heart hurt at the slight doubt that crept in.
"After hearing about your first encounter I can understand where your faith in his ability to withstand this comes from…" He glances at T with a small frown, "And I'm sure you're right."
"Sea gods, I be ah fuckin' hoppin' so, cause I don'nah be ah knowin' what we're gonna do if he doesn't." He whispers as he watches T, "It's been years since we last knew someone who be ah dyin'."
Yensid frowns as he puts a hand on Harry's uninjured shoulder and squeezes. "I doubt you four will give him that option."
"Aye, we be ah chasin' him ta hell an back ta keep him." Harry snorts, "We be ah havin' an in with the local god o' death."
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