Hey Descendants,
Happy Friday! I figured I'd try to get this chapter posted earlier than normal.
You ready for T's return?
I know his Sea Family is, or at least they think they are.
Is that T getting into trouble? Why yes, I think it is...
We hope you enjoy.
Lots of Love,
-Dark-
"Sup?" T greets with a nod as he walks past them.
Nonchalantly.
Like he hadn't been gone for over a week.
Like he hadn't worried them half to death.
Gil blinks as he turns, "T?" He asks, his voice filled with concern as he moves to get out of the pool.
T shrugs three bags off his shoulders, dropping them to the sand before he continues towards the waves trying to spill into the pool.
Deez blinks at the thick, shiny black spatter covering T's clothes.
At the rips in his hoodie.
There was no way.
That… That couldn't be goblin blood.
Her stomach sinks. That couldn't be a lot of goblin blood.
"Sup?" T asks as he pulls off his hoodie before he shoves it into the shallows and starts scrubbing. "I wasn't expectin' you two to be here so late. Not surprised. Just, ya know..." He shrugs with his back to them.
Gil blinks, shivering as he walks closer to T. "So, where've you been?"
"Gil-" Deez sighs before she pulls herself out of the pool and rushes to him, jumping on his back to heat him.
T shrugs, "I took care of it." He continues scrubbing as he walks further into the icy depths with a shiver.
"T! Go use the damn pool!" She reprimands, "I can boil the bl- stuff out later."
"I'm not ruining the pool with this shit." T turns to frown at her, the circles around his eyes darker than she'd seen them in a while. "I'll join you two when I'm done. This shit is cold as fuck." He offers as he continues to scrub.
Deez gasps, but quickly tries to cover it by lightly smacking Gil's shoulder, "You're going to freeze, get back in the pool."
"But-" Gil frowns as he looks to T, "He's gonna too."
"You know my blue lip policy."
"Yeah, but T's in the sea. He's going to end up with them first." Gil points out.
"And I can only warm one of you right now," Deez explains as she looks over his shoulder to catch his eye, "so get back in the pool."
Gil looks from her to T before he sighs. "Don't let him go anywhere." he kisses her forehead before he lets her slide from his. He stares at T before he sighs again and turns back to the pool.
"I'll be fine in a minute." T shrugs lazily before he drops to his knees and picks up a hand full of sand to get the black liquid from his clothes. "I'm done, I was gonna head home after this." He sighs in relief, "But glad I caught you. That walk was gonna suck."
"Why are you covered in goblin blood? Why so much of it? And why didn't you leave a letter at the hangout? You've been gone for a week!"
"Seriously?" He turns to her, "A week?" He frowns.
"Yeah. They weren't even that mad at first. But by day five with no word, that ended." Seriously, at that point there wasn't enough family time in the world to ease the stress Uma and Harry were under. She honestly appreciated Gil's rescue to the cove.
"Damn it. Fucking dungeons man. I swear." He shakes his head as he continues to scrub. "That's gonna suck. How pissed are they?" He asks as he holds up the hoodie nodding in satisfaction when the water dripping from it runs clear. He throws it behind him and plops on his ass, notably trembling from the cold, not saying so much as a peep as the water laps over him. He starts scrubbing his pants with another fist full of sand.
"Sonovabitch!" He hisses as he pulls daggers from pockets on both sides. "Catch." He warns as he tosses the blades at her.
"Ca-? Shit!" She fumbles to catch them, knowing all too well they'd be lost if it was up to her to find them in the water.
"Got through whole damn fight just fuckin' fine, then stab myself." He grumbles under his breath. "Great." He sighs as he stands and turns to her, "It all off?"
She gives him a quick look over before she nods, "Now get your ass in the pool."
"Awesome." He shoves his hands in his soaked pockets. Every inch of skin she could see was pale from the cold, but before she can yell at him again, he listens. "Yeah, yeah, Princess." He waves over his shoulder as he slings the soaked hoodie over it. "Throw the blades by my bags for me?"
She glares as she follows after him, but carefully sets the blades on top of his bags before she turns back to the pool.
Gil stares blankly at T after he slides into one of the seats on the deep end. "Wanna explain any of that?"
"Not really." He leans his head back to lay against the stone, staring blankly into the sky.
Deez groans, "Catch?" She says as she walks to the edge closest to Gil. It was the best distraction she could think of.
"Every time." Gil nods as he holds out, easily catching her before pulling her to his chest.
"I can't believe I used to be too scared to do that." She wraps her arms around him, frowning at how cold he still was before she heats up.
"You've made a lot of progress in the last week," Gil grins at her. "I'm proud of you." He nuzzles into her.
She smiles as she runs her fingers over his shoulders and presses a kiss to his chin.
He turns back to T, "You not so much." He frowns in disapproval.
T waves him off dismissively. "Progress not perfection."
"That is so accurate." So accurate it was painful. She was starting to get a picture she didn't want.
Dungeons, Goblin blood, a fight. Singular. Mal had been paranoid about it in the past, but had T actually done it?
"Isn't it though?" T sighs.
Gil shakes his head as he holds her closer. "We need to get back to the ship."
"You are missed at home," She assures T, "once you get through the anger and worry. The possible name-calling and things getting thrown. Mostly not at you, just in your direction." Uma's latest fit had Gil plucking her up and telling Harry he was taking her to the cove before she could start taking Uma's actions personally again.
At least she wasn't yelling and screaming.
T picks up his head and sighs. "Worth it."
Gil blinks, "Seriously T?"
T turns to him with a frown, "This time." He shrugs. "I got a lot of shit straightened out." He tilts his neck, letting out a grunt when several cracks follow.
"Are Irk and Bak-" Her eyes drop.
"They're better than ever." T sighs as he lazily wades over to them. "Let's get this shit show over with."
So if Irk and Bak were 'better than ever', did that mean the blood was from the goblins loyal to Maleficent?
Had T started an uprising?
"T…" Gil studies him, "What were you just covered in exactly?"
"Let's go with paint." T stands up with a yawn.
She groans as she drops her head to Gil's shoulder. This was going to be a long night.
Gil blinks, "You better not lie to Uma like that. You ass." He pops T on the back of the head. "We were worried about you."
T sighs, "Sorry." He rubs the back of his neck. "Deez wanna dry me off so I can get back to the ship?"
"Stay." She points at Gil before she wades to the edge of the pool.
Gil glares at T, "You mean us, and we right?"
"What? You two really wanna be there for that?"
"I don't," Deez admits with a sigh before she pulls herself out of the water.
"Fuck you T," Gil shakes his head before he studies the other boy.
She holds her hand up to Gil before he can continue, "But I know we have to go home."
"Seriously Gil, I'm gonna go back." T sighs, "I just had to handle some shit I left undone."
"Yeah, like proving Mal right." Deez rolls her eyes as she starts drying the discarded hoodie.
"She's not here right now." T shrugs as he walks over to her, holding his hand out for the hoodie, "She'll live."
"But she always said you could." She points out, handing him the hoodie before she starts on him.
T gives her a shit-eating grin. "She wasn't wrong." He pulls it on. "Who knew?" He walks over to his bags and starts pulling them over his head.
"Oh my father," Her eyes widen, "it wasn't just an uprising was it?"
"Shut it." T waves her off dismissively, "It's already done."
"They're loyal to you now!"
"Whose loyal to him now?"
"I said shut it Deez." T glares at her. "Let it the fuck go."
Gil pops him on the back of the head again.
"I told you to stay." Deez glares at Gil who had managed to sneak up behind her.
"I don't want him running off under our watch, Uma'll kill us." Gil shakes his head.
"And what do you think Uma or Harry will do if you get sick on mine?"
"They'll live if it means keeping T with us and getting back home."
T frowns as he walks over to the dingy and jumps in it. "I told ya, I was already planning on it." He shakes his head, "Can you just dry him off so we can get goin'?" He sighs. "Apparently, I'm an ass, and I wanna just deal with it, and get to my room. The last couple of days, apparently, sucked."
Deez shakes her head as she starts drying Gil, unwilling to point out she hadn't even gotten him fully dried. Gil already looked on the verge of punching him. She also didn't want to tell T she had the feeling he was going to end up on more than one lockdown for the next few days.
She closes her eyes as she continues to heat Gil, letting her head drop against his chest with a groan.
Gil shakes his head before he ruffles Deez's hair, but refuses to take his eyes off of T.
"This is going to suck." She whimpers softly.
"We can go hide in the crow's nest while Uma and Harry deal with it, but we need to get him back to the ship."
"I know. He looks about ready to drop."
Gil sighs, "I noticed" His frown was grim as he furrows his brow at T.
"I'll keep you warm in the dingy," Deez sighs as she steps back, "let's just go." She turns and picks up her clothes to get dressed.
Gil nods as he throws on the rest of his clothes before he takes her hand and guides her to the small boat. "They'll feel better after they see him." He whispers to her. "Well, after they take care of him. He looks in a really bad way right now."
Deez nods before she leans up to kiss his chest. "Let's all go home."
Harry smiles at Uma's protesting grunt, "Ya would'nah be ah feelin' so sore if ya be takin' more breaks when ya be practicin' the whip love." He works at the knot in her shoulder after dribbling more lavender oil on her back.
"It helps clear my head." Uma sighs as she sinks into the bed with a moan. "Besides, I love your massages."
"I be ah hearin' ya love our Baby Girl's massages now." He teases gently.
"I love the way all three of you massage. So different, but oh so good."
Harry chuckles before he moves to her back. He was glad Gil had gotten Deez out for the day. Uma always felt horrible after snapping at her, which only made her angrier. It was a scary cycle.
Not that he could blame Uma. The longer they went with no word, no letter at the hangout, or any sign of T the more frustrated and worried he was getting. He was glad he could do something to help her deal with the stress this had caused. At this point when T came back he'd shackle him to something to keep him from pulling this stunt again. Whether Uma approved or not.
Let's see him get out of that with no picks.
He shakes his head, eyes narrowing when he feels something off, his hands pausing on Uma's back as he tries to place the familiar feeling.
"Harry?" Uma whines.
Harry sighs as he drops his head, "T."
"Sup?" He asks from where he was sitting on the back of a chair, cleaning his nails with one of his daggers.
"T?" Uma pushes herself up from the bed to glare at him, "What the actual fuck?"
T sighs as he slides his dagger into his pocket before he squeezes his arm "Sup?"
"Ya be fuckin' kiddin'." Harry glares before he turns to grab one of his shirts for Uma. Not that he doubted her ability to remain terrifying even when nude, or that she would care. But T might not be able to focus if he was trying to look anywhere but at her. He holds it in front of her face as a reminder of what they'd been in the middle of.
Uma rips the shirt from his hand before she pulls it on angrily.
"T! Hood and arm." Harry asks as his eyes narrow, "Where the fuck ya been?"
"Right." T straightens as he immediately drops his hand before he pulls down his hood. "Around? I don't really wanna talk about it." He responds as he stares at his boots.
Harry's mouth snaps shut. T looked like shit. "Aye," He slowly shakes his head, "And normally that be okay. But ya ain'nah tellin' us-"
Uma raises a hand at Harry as she lowers a foot to the ground at the foot of the bed, "Oh no, that ain't flying right now T. And you fuckin' know why it ain't. You wrote two letters, and I appreciate the effort you put in to let us know you were doing something, and wouldn't be back for a couple of days! But you failed to follow through getting a message to us that it was taking longer, and since we had no fucking idea what you were doing, we had no idea where to start looking, or even if we would be able to help you."
T rubs the back of his neck, "I lost-" He closes his mouth, "My bad." He takes a deep breath. "I'll be better about it next time."
"Yeah, you fucking will. Because we're going to spend your week-long banishment to the ship getting a few damn things straight." Uma growls.
T's eyes widen, "A we-"
Harry holds up his hands behind Uma, shaking his head vehemently for T to fucking shut his mouth and take it. He'd spent the last few hours talking her down from a month.
"I mean, fair, I guess I was gone for one." He hangs his head. "But-"
That was the exact argument he used. Equal punishment for time away. Balance it back out. He just wished T would stop pressing.
Just this once.
"And you're sleeping in here," Uma snaps, "Pick ah fuckin' hammock."
T's eyes jump to her's with a frown, "But- Why?" He whines.
"Because it will make me feel better to know where the fuck you are for a while."
"My room?"
Harry closes his eyes as he shakes his head.
"It will make me feel better to see you," Uma amends with a glare, "you fucking ass."
T's hand comes up to his arm as he hangs his head.
"Arm." Harry snaps.
"Right," T drops it. "For a whole week though?"
"If you really want to ask me that right now you're not going to like the answer." Uma shakes her head slowly, "You want better details, learn to fucking give them."
T opens his mouth before he shuts it, "Heard."
"Harry, go get him some food." Uma tilts her head towards the door.
"Aye Cap'n." He nods as he quickly does as ordered.
T bites his lip as he watches her.
"You don't want to talk tonight? Fine, you look like fuckin' shit anyways."
"It's not that bad," T frowns.
"You can go fuck yourself, you've called me worse for less." Uma glares at him as she crosses her arms over her chest.
"But-" He shuts his mouth. "Fair." He sighs as his hand moves to his arm.
"Drop yer damn hand." Uma snaps.
"Right." T drops it.
"Fuck, how bad has that gotten without Harry around to snap at you?" She demands before she stomps over to him.
"Not?" T frowns as he shifts in discomfort. "It's fine Uma."
Uma eyes narrow, "You don't want to talk about anything after disappearing for a whole week and you really expect me to be okay with that answer?"
T drops his eyes. "Yes?"
"Wrong?" Uma mimics his tone, "Now fuckin' show me."
T takes a deep breath before slips off the hoodie, "Seriously, it's fine-"
"We need to work on your fuckin' definition of fine!" Uma snaps as she grabs T's wrist, "Because covered in old and fresh blood is not fuckin' fine."
"That's not all mine."
"Do I look like I-" Uma blinks, "What do you mean not all yours?"
T looks up the ceiling before he lets out a breath and hangs his head. "I proved a point."
"Seriously," Uma's eye twitches, "it's like you're being vague on purpose."
T looks at his boots, his wrist twitching in her hand. "I mean kinda, yeah… When am I not?"
Uma closes her eyes, "Stay fuckin' put. Do not touch your fuckin' arm. Eat what Harry brings you."
"Heard."
Uma releases her hold on his wrist before she walks over to her pile of clothes and pulls on pants. She looks T over once more before she shakes her head and walks out.
He wasn't sure what to do. Deez was scared of Uma right now, but god knows T wasn't going to say what happened. And it was clear that Deez had figured something out when T came to the cove covered in something that obviously wasn't paint.
He pulls Deez into his lap, gently nuzzling against her as they look towards the sky. Looking for stars past the barrier.
It had become one of his favorite things to do with her at night. And right now he just wanted her to have something calming to focus on.
He wasn't sure Uma realized what her anger and worry had done to Deez. Things would calm down after spending family time together, but each day that passed with no word from T strained Uma's control. Their captain was pretty consumed with her thoughts about what T had done. Which was worrying in and of itself.
T looked like he hadn't slept since he left. And, from what he understood, this had to do with the Goblins- Which meant the Mistress of Evil was involved. He frowns. Hadn't he learned from the last time he'd done something like this on his own it was dangerous?
He sighs, already knowing the answer.
It worried him. But- He bites his lip. He acted differently when it came to taking out his father. He never seemed as uncertain as he'd been when he'd made the decision to go after him.
This time though?
He seemed confident when he'd come back. His attitude abrasive, but so very T. It had been as refreshing as it was obnoxious. But that was T for you. He was happy that he was finally acting like himself again.
Still, he needed to learn that family communicated with one another. He sighs. It was going to be a hard lesson for him to learn, but they'd had to teach Deez too.
T… Was going to be a lot more difficult to get through to though.
He had come back though. And he did exactly what he said he was going to do, except getting another letter to them.
He knew T didn't mean to piss them off. He was just T, and he was used to doing everything alone. He hoped Harry and Uma understood that.
He pulls his flute from his pocket. "Do you want me to play for you?" He asks, looking down at her. He knew it usually calmed her down. Hopefully it would help her relax. She didn't seem to believe him when he kept telling her Uma wasn't mad at her. That this was just how she got when she was worried.
Deez grins as she tips her head back against his chest to look up at him, "When have I ever not wanted that?"
"Never." He realizes with a smile as he leans down to kiss her forehead. "Thank you for always listening and enjoying it, I know I wasn't great when I started… But you never cared, it's what motivated me to keep trying."
"You've never been bad." Deez rubs her head against him, "You're always so passionate, it's hard not to get swept up with you." She inches down enough to give him more room before she rolls over and wraps her arms around his waist.
He blushes as he leans down to kiss the crown of her head. "I'm lucky that everyone in my life is so encouraging." He grins.
Even T.
He puts the flute to his lips and a soft melody fills the air as waves crash against the ship, creating a soothing atmosphere for the two of them. His eyes warm as he feels Deez relax against him, curling closer.
He loved moments like this. Where the world just faded away, if only for a moment.
Harry smiles when he hears Gil's flute as he walks onto the deck. If nothing else, at least their Sweet Boy was keeping the Fire Princess out of the current situation. He'd have to thank them later for understanding.
He listens to the sweet lullaby that melded so well with the sounds of waves breaking against the hull for a moment.
Gil had a gift, no doubt about it. If things got bad in there he'd have to pull Uma out to help her calm down. It was doing a good job with him. Yet another reason to pay special attention to their Sweet Boy later.
He sighs before walking back into the cabin, stopping in confusion when he finds only T. "Ya be ah pissin' her off that bad?" He half chuckles before he joins T at the table.
"Probably." T frowns.
Harry shakes his head before he pushes a bowl of clam chowder to him, "Ya best be ah eatin' ta get on her good side when she be comin' back."
"Heard." T sighs as he leans down to pick up the bowl and starts eating without so much as a complaint.
"T-" Harry sighs as he rests his arms on the table, "Ya do be understandin' why we be ah worryin', right?"
T looks up from over the bowl he was currently drinking from. Swallowing before he lowers the empty bowl back to the table. "Because you guys think I can't hack it anymore."
Harry rolls his eyes. Of course T would still think that. "No. We be ah worryin' 'cause ya ain'nah tellin' us what ya be doin'. Ya know what I be doin' when we be goin' out to the isle." He points out.
T looks away as he holds his bandaged arm, "I-"
"Arm!" Harry snaps as he slaps his hands to the table.
"Right." T drops it with a frown. "I didn't think about it. Some friends needed help, and I ended up dippin' on you…" He hangs his head. "I'm sorry about that. But I don't think you guys would've given me the go-ahead to do what I needed too, once I started."
"That be yer problem T. You don't think we trust you. An' I can'nah even find words ta explain how much that be fuckin' hurtin' me." Harry bites his lip and he presses a hand to his chest, "I be tryin' ta think 'bout what ya be needin', be givin' ya ah out so ya can be doin' yer T-like shit on the isle. Riskin' my word with Uma ta be givin' ya the freedom ya need while ya be adjustin' to our claim on ya and yer claim on us. But ya be thinkin' I don'nah be trustin' ya?" His eyes harden, "Well, it either be whale shit, or ya be blind."
The door opening cuts T off.
Harry could have pulled his hair out. T looked like the revelation shocked him, and made him uncomfortable judging by the way he'd started squeezing his arm again. But with Uma walking in there was no way he was going to get whatever T had been about to say out of him.
Uma glares as she points at the chair T was perching on, "Get your ass in the actual seat."
T immediately plops down into the seat without so much as a sigh.
"And are you seriously trying to injure yourself?" Uma growls as she slams a box on the table in front of T.
So much for Gil's pretty music soothing the Kraken.
T blinks as he looks down before his eyes land on his thigh. His gaze bounces to his hand and he drops it. "My bad."
"Uh-huh." Uma settles on the chair beside him and cuts the old bandages off.
"I can-" T stops himself. "Thanks."
Harry sighs as he watches Uma's eye twitch, but he was proud of his captain for holding her tongue. He could see where T was hurting himself, could see the wound still trying to heal from being split open in that fucking room. But Uma simply cleans it with a cloth, applies the anti-something ointment Yensid was giving them, and deftly rebandages the injury. "You finish eating?"
"Yeah," T admits as he drops his head.
"Good. Put him to bed Harry." Uma collects the old bandages and walks out of the room.
"Aye." Harry sighs as he stands up. Would T even be willing to return to their earlier conversation? Was it too soon to be pressing? Maybe T just needed some sleep. He did look like he'd been through hell. "Ya be ah hearin' the Cap'n." He warns as he pulls T from the seat.
"I can put myself to bed."
"Aye, but Uma be tellin' me ta be doin' it, and I be ah not listenin' to her once for ya already." Harry glares before he half carries T to the hammock furthest from the door, "Or ya be ah forgettin' why we all be in this position?"
"No. I'm sorry. I didn't think. I just wanted to- " He grips his arm tightly as he glares at the floor.
"I don'nah be thinkin' ya be ah meanin' ta hurt us, or worry us T. I don'nah be thinkin' ya be that big ah fuckin' ass." He explains gruffly as he knocks T's hand off his arm, "But ya be ah forgettin' yer actions ain'nah just affectin' you now. And that be ah meanin' ya be needin' ta remember the people who be ah havin' yer back, so when we be needin' ya, ya ain'nah off doin' yer own shit and leavin' us hangin'." He picks T up and slams him into the hammock, "Ya be ah thinkin' on that while ya be sleepin'."
T looks up at him with surprise. "Heard. Right, I agree." He drops his eyes. "I just- I had an idea and I thought would benefit Uma, and I just needed to prove-"
"Prove what?" Harry glares, "That I can'nah be trustin' ya ta be keepin' yer word? That I should'nah be ah riskin' Uma's wrath ta be givin' ya freedom while we be adjustin'? Or maybe ya be wantin' ta prove ya don'nah be needin' us?" He shakes his head, wishing he could stem the anger burning under his cheeks and in his belly, "So, what exactly did ya be ah provin' T?"
T shifts in discomfort as his hand grips his arm, eyes downcast, "That I'm still useful. That I could still make myself matter to you guys like before."
"Well, it be soundin' like ya be havin' ah priority there." Harry snorts humorlessly before he rolls his eyes and forcefully pulls T's hand off his arm again, "Cause that ain'nah ever been somethin' ya be needin' ta prove." He crosses his arms over his chest, "Now, go the fuck ta sleep."
T opens his mouth before he shuts it.
"And don'nah be makin' me tie yer hand down," Harry warns.
"Heard." T nods, looking everywhere but at him.
"We'll be joinin' soon." Harry says as he walks over to collect T's empty bowl, "You better still be here."
T huffs as he rolls his eyes, stubbornly crossing his arms over his chest. He frowns, his eyes narrowing to a glare as he stares at the ceiling. "Heard." He lets out a deep sigh. "Great."
"Great!" Harry echoes before he walks out of the cabin and slams the door.
He sighs as he leans back against the door. Everything about tonight was painful. He was so torn. Part of him wanted to run back into the room and pull T into his arms.
Wanted to find the right words to help T understand.
Wanted to work on the problem until they found a solution.
But the other part wanted to leave him to his thoughts while he went and did something to release the sick heat in his chest.
He didn't like how angry he was right now, and it was seriously taking every ounce of restraint he had to not yell and shout at T, snap at every little wrong move and completely rake him over the barnacles.
But anger wasn't going to solve this. He takes a deep breath as he thuds his head against the door.
His gaze lifts to the crow's nest as another song begins to play.
T twists in the hammock, growling before he pushes himself up and glares as he looks around the room. His eyes land on the bed piled with people.
Right.
With a roll of his eyes he slips out of the hammock.
Fucking damn it. He growls before he heads for the door.
"You fuckin' better not be doing what it looks like you're doing." Uma snaps, her voice loud as she slams her hand against the table and stands up. "Seriously T? You can't even make it half a day before you directly defy me?"
"Apparently," T grumbles as he walks over to the table and plops in the seat across from her. He crosses his arms defiantly, "So what the fuck's up your ass?" He asks as he stares at the ceiling. "I was only going to go to the other room. You guys are pissy enough without adding another shit sandwich. I'm an asshole, not an idiot."
Uma narrows her eyes, "What's up my ass?" she shouts, "I'm sitting here waiting for you to wake up so we can have a conversation and the first thing you do is try to sneak out of the room you're confined to. But sure, my ass is the fucked up one here."
"Tch." T rolls his eyes. "I didn't say I wasn't fucked up." He scoffs. "And yeah, no shit. Probably my fuckin' attitude last night." Jesus fucking christ it was too early for this troll shit. He rubs his eyes.
"Sea gods damn it!" Uma snaps as she stands before she stomps over and pulls T up by his collar, "Ya think? Ya think yer attitude is part of the-"
The sound of the door bouncing against the wall makes them both turn in time to see a blue and white blur vanish from the room.
"Well good luck findin' her for a minute." T snorts. Damn it, why couldn't he be that fast?
"Fuck." Harry groans behind him.
"I got it," Gil nods, rubbing at his own eyes as he staggers from the bed.
"Luck with that." T scoffs before pain blossoms in his head as he flinches. He presses a hand to his head as Faustina's sudden reprimand echoes in his ears- What the fuck was wrong with- Oh no.
Gil rolls his eyes as he rushes past, "Yeah, thanks."
Faustina looks around the room before shrinking into the chair. She knew that he was awful in the morning, but to disrespect Uma and Gil like that? It was completely unacceptable.
She wasn't thrilled about staying in a room with so many people for a week, but sometimes you had to deal with consequences.
She wasn't going to fool herself, she knew the consequences they'd received at the hands of their father only ever seemed to set fuel to his fire. She had just hoped this time it would be different. They'd suffered way worse for their missteps in the past. She chews her lip, nervously rubbing the sleeve of his hoodie over the back of her hand.
Had T ruined what she'd always wanted because he couldn't handle something as simple as waking up? She scrubs harder.
What had he been thinking? Her eyes water slightly before she blinks it away. Were they going to be able to recover from all of this?
Harry sighs as he walks between her and Uma. "Why don'nah we be ah takin' ah tic from this, aye?" He turns to Uma, "Ya ain'nah gonna be gettin' nowhere with 'im actin' like this."
"You think he can just act and say whatever he wants and-"
"No Cap'n," Harry shakes his head as he walks over to her, "I don'nah be thinkin' that. I be ah thinkin' ya be wastin' yer time with 'im right now." He bites his lip before he rests a hand on her shoulder, "But, ya could be ah goin' after our Treasure afore she be hidin' herself real good."
Faustina watches the two with a frown. She knew the ship inside and out. T had scoured the entirety of it for her so she could draw a map to give Harry. She was just afraid to bring it up. She didn't want Uma's wrath directed at her more than it already does. She scrubs harder, uncertain of what to do.
Maybe after everything had calmed down she could tell Uma what T'd done while missing for the week and apologize for her part in it. She sits up straighter as she reaches for a pencil and paper, ignoring the warmth sitting on the back of her hand as she starts sketching.
Uma sighs before she looks away from Harry, "Yeah, that sounds like a better use of my time. But you better keep an eye on him."
"Aye Cap'n." Harry salutes her.
Faustina grimaces as the door is slammed shut, but continues sketching.
Her eyes widen when she's suddenly jerked to the side.
"Ya be ah fuckin-"
Faustina looks up in fear as she feels hands bunch in the fabric of the hoodie over her shoulders before she's pulled from the chair and shoved against the wall.
"-Kiddin' me with that shite T! Ya can be ah treatin' me like that all ya be ah wantin'." Harry growls as he slams his arms to the wall on either side of her, "But you ever be ah pullin' that with our Cap'n again, I be showin' ya exactly how wrong ya be."
Her fear disappears when she realizes who was pinning her. An odd flip in her stomach confuses her, but she didn't have time to explore the sensation.
Harry presses in closer, his blue eyes slivers in his glare, "Ya be ah hearin' me?"
"Yes sir," She bows her head, "I'm sorry, I came out as soon as-" She pauses. He didn't need any excuses. "I won't let it get like that again. Captain didn't deserve that. My deepest-"
Harry's eyes widen before he wraps his arms around her and with a surprising amount of tenderness pulls her into a hug. She was surprised to feel him shivering around her.
"Fuck. Faustina, I be so- I did'nah be ah meanin'-" He pulls her back and looks her over, running a hand over the back of her head, "I did'nah be ah hurtin' ya? Fuck, did I be ah scarin' ya? I be so sorry."
She blinks. "I understand, I was upset with him too, he was out of line." She chews her lip. "You didn't hurt me, you don't have to apologize, sir."
"I'm so sorry, that were'nah being meant for ya." He frowns as he pulls her hand up, "How the fuck I be ah-" He sighs before he gently guides her to the table, "An' I do be ah havin' ta apologize. An' I am." He kneels beside her, pulling the box of bandages over before he starts tending to her hand.
"It's okay," She looks down, "I'm not upset. It was my choice." She bites her lip as she looks down in confusion, feeling the heat travel up her neck as she watches him.
Her stomach does another strange flip. "It's okay." She shifts in discomfort, "You don't have to- I can take care of it."
"Ya can be as bad as T." Harry lifts his gaze to her, his dark eyes slightly narrowed before he looks back to his task.
The heat burning her cheeks intensifies as she looks away, her heart beating faster. "Sorry, sir." She breathes out softly.
Harry groans and shifts, adjusting the way he was kneeling before he starts wrapping her hand, "Faustina, love, I be ah bein' in ah mood, and I be sorry for shovin' ya against the wall like that, but ya be keepin' up the sir I be havin' problems I don'nah be thinkin' ya be ah wantin' ta be knowin' 'bout yet."
She tilts her head to the side slightly. "I'm sorry T upset you, he can be really unpleasant in the mornings, but that is no excuse." She bites her lip as her cheeks scalding as she ducks her head. "Please don't be. I think I kind of-" She furrows her brows slightly. "Enjoyed it, I think." She shifts in her seat as she looks down at the table, "Sorry, sir."
He ties her hand before his eyes snap to her face, "Oh aye?" He stands slowly, "Ya be ah likin' that?" He takes a deep breath before he scoops her up, setting her on the table as he slides into the seat she'd been in, "We could be ah talkin' 'bout that. And what it be ah doin' if ya be wantin'." He bites his lip before he looks away.
She places her hand on her stomach as she feels another pleasant flip. "Yes." She admits as she starts scrubbing the bandage. "Yes-" She bites her lip, "Sir." Her eyes drop to the ugly fabric of T's pants. "I-" her heart was beating uncomfortably fast, "I would like to know what's happening. It feels different, but pleasant," She admits softly. "So if you're willing to take the time, I'd like that sir."
He looks back up at her, his blue eyes hooded, "I be ah fuckin' selfish sonofahbitch-" He rises from the seat quickly, pressing his lips to hers as he roughly pulls her closer.
Before she can understand what's happening she feels herself shoved against the wall again, except this time her head is cushioned by his hand.
And he was close. So close. The scent of salt and clove invades her nose as heat pools in her stomach.
She looks up at him, confused before his lips are on hers again. A weird noise escapes her throat as she leans into it.
He breaks the kiss, nuzzling against her and pressing kisses along her jaw until he reaches her ear, "If ya be ah feelin' ah fire in yer belly, ya be likin' this." He whispers, his voice low and breathy as it tickled her ear and neck in all the best ways.
A pleasant shudder runs through her as another unbidden noise escapes her. Her eyes sweep over his face uncertainly.
She certainly felt a warmth she'd never experienced before. Her eyes finally meet his, and she found herself surprised by how dark they'd become.
Bat's come to life in her belly at the look, her mouth turns suddenly dry.
She wasn't sure how she should respond. She looks away when the urge to kiss him suddenly sweeps through her and nods when she finds herself afraid of talking. The last thing she wanted was to make a fool out of herself. That doesn't stop her from hiding in the crook of his shoulder though.
"An' when ya be ready." He sighs before he slowly pulls away, pressing a kiss to her crown before he guides her to the table, "I can be ah showin' ya how ta be usin' the fire ta be feelin' so fuckin' good." He bites his bottom lip and shivers.
The gruff tone makes her stomach twist pleasantly, a moan escaping her at the promise in his voice finding it nearly impossible to pull her eyes away from his soft lips. Another wave of heat pools in her belly. It already felt pretty amazing, like nothing she'd ever experienced before. How could it possibly feel better than this?
"But, I can be ah waitin' for ya. I don'nah be wantin' ta rush ya when ya only just be ah joinin' us, and gettin' away from-" He sighs before he pulls her into a hug and presses another kiss to her forehead.
She drops her head to his chest, "Thank you, sir." She could feel the tips of her ears burn.
"But, I be interested in showin' ya how ta be ah feelin' wonderful. Or the family can be ah showin' ya, whatever ya be ah comfortable with." He tilts her head back, "An' only what ya be comfortable with."
She blinks as she finds herself looking into his gorgeous, icy blue eyes that never failed to draw her attention. The way the black smudges lined them made her chest constrict.
She swallows. He was offering her something. She knew that much at least. Offering to make sure she was comfortable with whatever he had on his mind. She frowns slightly as she puts things in order, trying to make sense of it. "Thank you, sir." She swallows. She feels another shudder run up her back. He couldn't be talking about…
She rubs at the bandage on her hand as a pang of anxiety shoots through her. She remembered the night T'd barged into their room. That night had changed so much for them.
How could this feeling have anything to do with that?
Every time she'd been- She swallows hard.
She'd experienced that before, and it was always painful. The only heat had been the blood. But she remembered the look of unbridled pleasure that lit up their faces.
There was obviously something wrong with her. Father always did say it was god's punishment to women. She just thought Uma enjoyed it because it made her boys happy.
"Love, it be okay." She hears Harry's voice soothe from far away, "It's okay. I be ah havin' ya, an' I ain'nah gonna be ah doin' nothin' to ya. I be ah promisin'."
When she pulls back she finds herself in Harry's arms, held tightly to his chest as he slowly rocks back and forth.
"Sorry." His voice was rough in a different way. "I know, I know that were bein' stupid of me. But I promise I will be here, and I won'nah be sayin' nothin' more 'til ya be ah askin'."
She blinks, hiding in the crook of his neck as heat burns her cheeks. Suddenly remembering she had to breathe when her lungs start to burn. She wraps her arms around his neck as she holds him close to her. "Thank you, sir." She hadn't felt this confused in a while. Not since she figured out T wasn't her brother- Well at least not physically.
Harry works to stifle a groan, "Ya be ah knowin' how ya be ah likin' when I be holdin' ya to the wall?"
She shifts in his arms before she looks up and nods.
"Aye, well I be ah findin' yer callin' me sir ta be feelin' good like that."
She tilts her head to the side as she looks up at him from under her eyelashes. Her brow furrows. Wasn't he her new sir? He'd killed her last one, and she liked him so much more.
He was so much sweeter and gentler and just-so much more. His touch didn't make her skin crawl, and she didn't want to run every time they were in the same room. "And you'd like me to stop, sir?" Her eyes search his curiously.
"Until ya be ah wantin' to know more 'bout that fire I can be ah puttin' in yer belly," He smiles down at her, "aye love."
She nods her head, "I'll do my best to stop then, s-Sorry." She bows her head.
Harry lets out a deep breath, "Aye. Thank you." He closes his eyes and lets his head drop to hers.
She nods mutely as she caresses his cheek. Her head nuzzling against his shoulder.
It was a simple request, but so at odds with what her Father wanted. Was that part of what made Harry more?
She rolls her lower lip over her teeth as she continues to search his face. She wasn't sure what all made Harry more, but she was willing to take the time to find out.
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Not gonna lie, I fucking love the way the first scene started even if it is mega trope-y.
Sleep-deprived T is the best T.
Deez connected a fuck ton of dots in this one, and all it took was some goblin blood. I'm not sure if she's more,
A- Relieved T is back,
B- In awe of T's audacity,
C- Anxious of how Uma and Harry were going to react with T's sudden reappearance.
LoL. Gil is so fucking done with T's shit. It's great.
That whole scene made me happy as fuck to read. Same? Or were you hoping T's return would be different?
Oooh, Uma is so fucking pissed in that second scene. Not that I blame her. As T's creator I love him, but fuck he can be a really huge jack ass.
(Shakes head) Oh T pulling that I don't wanna talk about it card after that stunt.
Getting answers out of T is like pulling fucking teeth isn't it?
That being said, Harry's nonverbal warning was adorable.
Any of you expecting a different outcome? Or did these scene check out?
I love writing Gil introspection. The way he thinks. I feel like it's what gives him so much depth. What do you guys think?
And that conversation between him and D was just so them. D is always as encouraging to Gil as Gil is with comforting her. It's what makes the two so lovable- How much they clearly care for one another, even if they don't have the words for it.
And as Gil's main, I think the fact he always manages to put D to sleep with the sweet melodies he's learned to play through the years is adorable. What's your thoughts on it?
Yay! Faustina's first introspection. (I think) Shame it was such a fucking mess. It really helped me get a better feel for her at least. Sucks it was such an intense scene- but eh.
Harry's response to finding out he'd knocked Faustina into the wall made me smile.
Harry's response to finding out Faustina was turned on from it though?
Priceless.
Unfortunately, not so much the case with her introspection. Frollo really did a fucking number on her. It just hurt to write.
Enough about my thoughts on this though. Your thoughts are way more important, so please don't hesitate to share them!
Much love and appreciation
-Twisted-