Hey Descendants!
It's the start of another week! Today we're Hungover in the Hangout.
Wednesday... Yep, that's right, I'm changing the day I post the second chapter, Wednesday I'll be posting a rather long chapter. I'll keep the title a surprise for now though. :)
Anyway, we hope you enjoy the chapter. Don't forget to leave us some love at the end.
Lots of Love
-Dark-
He groans as a shiver runs down his spine before he curls closer to the source of heat, radiating around his neck and shoulders. He felt like he'd been hit by the Old Bat's car.
His mouth was dry. Everything ached.
Parts of him were throbbing like a motherfucker.
"Ugh." What the fuck had happened? Another shiver runs through him before he pulls up the blanket but pauses when he feels the bare skin of his shoulder. His eyes widen as he jerks awake. Scrambling off the couch with a hiss as his eyes dart around the room.
"Woah! Oy you, don'nah be ah movin' 'round like that!"
T ignores him as he quickly grabs the blanket and pulls it around him in a flash. Every visible inch of his skin burning.
"Neptune's saggy barnacle-encrusted balls T," Harry rubs his eyes as he stands from the couch, "after all we be ah doin', why ya be ah coverin'?"
T's hand comes up to grip his arm as he shifts from foot to foot.
"T, seriously mate, I just be ah gettin' that healed up ah bit more for ya." Harry grumbles before he points back to the couch, "Drop yer hand and be ah sittin' the fuck down."
"But-" He reluctantly drops his arm.
His eyes narrow, "I be ah sayin' ta sit. I be the one in charge o' the burnin', so you be ah sittin'."
T blinks. Burning? His eyes narrow. What the fuck was he talking about.
"I be assumin' ya be ah scramblin' 'round like ah crab in ah steam pot 'cause ya be ah lookin' for yer clothes?" Harry vehemently points to the couch again.
T frowns but takes a step towards the couch before he lets out a hiss. He closes his eyes. "Oh." Burning. He looks down at the bandage above his bindings. His eyes narrow. He vaguely remembered Harry offering to burn off the marks. He just couldn't remember much after.
"Ya be ah ruinin' all me hard work if ya be ah pullin' shit too much." Harry throws his hands in the air before he turns and walks away, "Sit yer damn ass down and I'll be ah gettin' yer clothes."
"Sorry." T swallows his eyes on the floor as he walks over and sits in the corner of the couch pulling his legs to his chest tightly before he wraps his arms around his knees. He lets his head drop against his knees.
"I be ah cleanin' them while ya be ah sleepin' the pain off." Harry explains as he walks back into the room with a pile of clothes in his arms.
"Thank you." He breathes as he peeks up at Harry, one arm extended.
"I even be ah findin' ya ah fresh bandage."
"Thanks."
Harry nods before he sets the clothes down on the couch in front of T. "Ya be ah wantin' me ta be waitin' in the bathroom?"
"Please?"
"Aye, if it will be ah makin' ya feel better, I can be ah doin' that." Harry drops his hand on his head and gently ruffles his hair, "There be yer ointments on the table there, get me when ya be done?"
He nods.
Without another word Harry turns and walks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
He waits several heart beats, his eyes sweeping the room before he uncurls and lunges for the ointments on the table next to him. With sadly practiced ease he covers the burns in a thick layer of the ointment, slapping bandages back over them.
When the intense, annoying burn slowly recedes he turns to his clothes.
Once the fresh hood is up he lets out a sigh of relief so intense he was sure Harry could hear it.
Fuck. Harry. He looks to the bathroom door as memories from the day before overwhelm him. The tips of his ears burn as he drags a hand down his face. Fuck.
Ugh. He hesitantly walks towards the door before he tentatively knocks.
Harry opens the door before he leans a hip against the frame and folds his arms over his chest, "Sorry I be ah grumpin' at ya." He apologizes with a sigh.
He tilts his head to the side. It was weird to see Harry in a hoodie. Especially with the hood up. It gave him nothing to work with. "That was you cranky?"
Harry snorts, "It be ah level, I can be ah gettin' much worse."
He tilts his chin up in acknowledgment and steps back before he turns to walk over to the table. He steps up onto a chair and perches on the back, hooking a foot under the lip of the table to keep his balance.
"How ya be ah feelin'?" Harry asks as he walks past to the small 'kitchen' area.
That was a great question. A complicated one. A loaded one. Was he talking about physically? Or like mentally? Or just in general. His brow furrows. "Overwhelmed and uncomfortable?" He finally responds after several moments.
"Well, that don'nah be soundin' fun ta be ah dealin' with on top o' the burns."
Damn it. He'd meant physically. He hangs his head back. Great. He sighs before he lets his head fall forward in defeat. Though he can't help the smile that tugs at his lips at the reminder as he presses the tips of his fingers to the burn over his chest. "That's like the one thing I'm not confused about." He looks up at Harry. "Can't-remember shit about it- Don't really need too." He shrugs, "And I know it must've sucked, so like, thank you."
Harry walks back over with Evie's tray in his hands, "Ya took it like a fuckin' pirate, let me be ah tellin' ya."
He can't help his grin. That was a relief. He'd been afraid that he might've cried or something else equally mortifying.
"I be ah grabbin' us some food an' drinks, ya gotta be starvin'." Harry sets the tray down on the table, "I be ah knowin' I am."
Huh. Had Harry always been like this? The question kept creeping up. Had he seriously never noticed before? Or had he just never had a need for someone to take care of him- At least on this type of level? Or was he just more observant now? Or was he just noticing shit now because the other boy had been the only thing between death and life? Ugh. It was too early for this shit. He could barely handle base emotions, let alone complicated ones.
When Harry steps back there's two bowls of cereal, a bowl of raisins, dingy bottles of water, and a half-full jug of mostly white and uncurdled milk. He takes one of the bowls and slips into the chair opposite him, "I ain'nah never seen cereal with white stuff on it, but it be ah tastin' pretty good." He drizzles a little milk over his bowl before he pushes the jug closer to T and grabs a spoon.
Anything sounded amazing right now. "Thanks man." He leans forward to scoop up one of the bowls and follows suit. His eyes light up at the first bite, a happy moan escaping his throat. Sweet. It was sweet like a real apple. But better. So much fucking better. It was like discovering the clams all over again. "That's two now."
Harry's hood tilts to the side, "Two what?"
"Time's you've brought me kickass food."
"I be ah aimin' ta please." Harry chuckles before he bends to take another bite. "How the fuck ya be ah eatin' with this thing on?"
"By knowing where my mouth is."
"Look who be ah havin' jokes. Ya be funny mate."
"I think so." He happily chuckles as he pops another spoonful of the sweet cereal in his mouth.
They eat in silence until Harry stands to grab the bag from the tray, "There be enough for us ta be havin' more if ya be wantin'." He shakes the small squares into his bowl before he holds the crinkling bag out.
"Nice." T grins as he takes the bag.
Harry pulls his bowl back to him as he sits again, "Now that ya be up, I were ah wonderin' if ya would be okay with us checkin' in at home-"
He drops his spoon in his bowl. "Shit." He looks up at Harry, he wasn't even sure how long he'd been gone. He grimaces.
He hadn't even warned them he was going to leave. It finally clicked why Harry had come out to find him this time. How pissed was Uma going to be? He groans as he pouts at his bowl. How disappointed were she and Gil going to be? He hangs his head before he picks up his spoon and continues eating, just much slower this time. He hadn't even finished everything on his list.
Instead, he'd fucked off. And was going to be coming back injured. Great.
Harry tilts his head to the side. "Be calmin' down. I be goin' back ah couple days ago ta be ah lettin' 'em know we be okay. Just takin' time ta be figurin' things out between us and be ah workin' on yer list. Uma just be ah wantin' us ta be checkin' in again afore we be headin' back out."
"Oh." He sighs in relief. "Cool." He really hadn't wanted to be put back on lockdown again. "Yeah, sure."
"An' I know it would be ah making her happy ta have us home ah day or two."
"Only a day or two?" He can't help his skepticism.
"Aye." Harry shrugs, "I know ya be havin' shit ta be doin'. And I still be ah wantin' ta help if that be okay."
"You're sure she won't put me on lockdown again?"
"I be the one in charge o' yer punishment for breakin' yer promise ta me and leavin', which ya still be ah needin' ta tell me what ya be ah thinkin' ah fair punishment would be." He points out as he taps his spoon to his bowl.
T frowns, he'd been serious about that?
"But I be promisin' ya, we go home ya won'nah be gettin' ah lockdown. We all be realizin', with some help from ah tiny Compass, that we be ah goin' 'bout this the wrong way."
Deez was just raking in the nicknames right now. "Someone's getting some more journals." He mumbles grateful for the demi-goddess. "So, like no more lockdowns?" He asks unable to keep the hope from his voice. He'd barely made it through half the week before he'd gone and done something stupid. Again. And probably worse than the first stupid thing he'd done.
"Things be ah wee bit more flexible while we be ah gettin' ya use ta the way we be ah doin' things and ya be ah teachin' me how you be ah doin' things." Harry nods, "So yeah, for now, no more lockdowns."
For now. He could deal with that.
"So, we be ah gettin' home, spend some time teachin' them ta pick locks, maybe be ah headin' back to the cove ta relax ah little, take ah rest and then be fresh ta be hittin' up Yu territory?"
"Heard." That didn't sound awful in the slightest. "I'm down for that."
"Glad ya be ah likin' the suggestion." Harry chuckles before he stands, "Thanks for hearin' me out."
"No problem?" He frowns as he looks at the two dirty bowls before he jumps down and gathers them. "Thanks for listening to mine." He shrugs. Before he heads to the kitchen to wash the bowls.
"Aye. I be ah likin' listenin' to ya." Harry chuckles, "Ah lot."
Did he? He looks over his shoulder to study him before he remembers Harry was also wearing a hoodie. He chuckles before he turns back to his task. "I-" He sighs, "Thanks." This was new. "I don't know what happened." He admits, "You usually interrupt before I get a chance to answer questions I'm not sure about, so I appreciate it."
He hears a chair scrape the floor before he finds Harry beside him with the tray. "Sorry I be ah doin' that afore, and sorry for times I be ah doin' that in the future."
He shrugs as he takes the tray. "I'm not upset. I get it. it's not like you're the only one and- "He sighs, "That usually means I'm the problem." He rinses it under the water.
From the corner of his eye he sees Harry reach towards him, hesitant, but then wraps an arm around his shoulders, "I don'nah be thinkin' it be ah problem, just be somethin' I did'nah be ah knowin'. I-" He rubs the back of his head through the hoodie, "I were always thinkin' ya be ignorin' me, when ya just be ah needin' ta think. Nothin' wrong with wantin' ta think first."
That was new. He'd noticed it a couple of times in the past few weeks. Harry was usually so aggressive- aggressive didn't seem like the right word, but it was close enough, when it came to physical affection. So where had the change come from? Was he doing something new? Or was Harry just- He narrows his eyes. After the last few days it was hard to think Harry was disgusted by him. So what was it? "That means a lot to me." He smiles slightly, it really did. Not a lot of people were so patient. "I really do appreciate you giving me the time to figure shit out before answering." He frowns as he nudges his shoulder against Harry's. "You okay?"
"Aye." Harry nuzzles their cheeks together gently, "I just be ah losin' me battle ta be ah givin' ya space."
"Huh." Is that what was wrong? Harry was just trying to give him some space? T grins, "I didn't know that was something you knew how to do." He teases.
"Clearly I be ah bein' poor at it." He sighs before he drops his hold, "But I do be ah hearin' ya be overwhelmed an' uncomfortable, so I be tryin'."
"Oh." T tilts his head to the side. Is that what it was? Harry being considerate? "Thank you for caring." He presses a kiss to Harry's hooded cheek. "But those are pretty much a constant for me."
"Aye?" Harry turns to him so fast it made T snort, "It were'nah bein' cause ya did'nah be ah likin' what we be doin'?"
He shifts from one foot to the other as he looks away. He wasn't sure. Harry had seemed- His eyes narrow, annoyed didn't seem like the right word. Maybe disappointed? That he'd just wanted to focus on him. Then again, it was probably fucked up that curiosity had driven most of it. How irritating.
"Like it or no, I can be ah tellin' ya be ah needin' ta take ah beat from it," Harry continues with a small chuckle, "So, just know the moment ya be tellin' me ya be ah wantin' ta play again, I be all 'bout it. But I can be tryin' ta give ya some space 'til then. Let ya be leadin' that part o' this relationship."
"Thanks..." He rubs his neck sheepishly.
"Aye lad." Harry nods before he reaches over and turns the handle, shutting off the thin trickle of water, "Ya be ah ready ta be headin' out?"
He nods. "Let me just go grab my shit." Before he turns to the main room, "Want a bag to carry your jacket and hook in? Or do you wanna pick it up on the way back?"
"I be ah feelin' better with it ah bein' left on ship." Harry admits as he follows, "It be ah seemin' this-" He plucks at the hoodie fabric, "-be bein' the best thing ta be ah wearin' with ya."
"It's the best period." T snorts, "I don't get why you guys don't want to blend more often."
Harry snorts, "This do be ah bein' best for sneakin' 'round, but sometimes ya just be ah needin' ta stand out." He chuckles as he stashes his jacket and hook in a black messenger bag.
"All you." T shrugs as he pulls on his boots before settling his bag over his shoulder. "Let's go hit up the rest of the family so we can do this right."
"Be ah soundin' perfect ta me," Harry nods before he heads out the door.
T locks it behind them before they head down the stairs. "Leading or following?" He asks as they hit the street.
"I be ah followin' ya." Harry chuckles as he stands, "Ya always be ah takin' interestin' routes."
"Then we're going up."
"Aye." Harry gives him a thumbs up before his hood tilts to the side, "Uhh, T, I be ah hopin' that be bein' ah friend o' yers," he grabs T's shoulder and twists him around.
T raises an eyebrow at the squat Goblin running towards them, "Irk?" He frowns. This was new. The goblins usually didn't draw attention to themselves. That was one of the things he enjoyed about them.
"Master T. Goblins looking for you."
"Sorry man. Sup? Everything okay?"
"Goblins have package from Auradon for old Mistress." The Goblin lets out a throaty laugh, "Keep for Master T."
"Huh." T raises an eyebrow. From Auradon? "Great job, Irk." He smiles at the goblin, "So where is it?"
"Irk can get. Meet here?"
"Better not." T sighs, "Meet at the Temple?"
Irk tilts his head to the side before he cackles, "See soon."
"Later." T waves before he turns to Harry.
Harry slowly shakes his head as he stares after Irk, "Ya know, I think I be ah understandin' how come ya don'nah always be makin' it home on time." He chuckles, "Ya ain'nah havin' ah dull moment out here, do ya?"
"That's the goal." T grins, "This probably won't take long. Wanna head back while I go handle it?"
"Ya be ah kiddin' me? I be ah wantin' ta know what Auradon be ah sendin' her." He claps him on his back, "Lead on."
"Cool." T nods, before he walks into the shadow of an alley and starts scaling a building.
Yo,
So, what did you think?
Did the first bit seem on par for waking up after imbibing on a shit ton of alcohol?
What about all of T's introspection? Did it make sense?
Harry's really practicing some serious patience right now. Do you think it fits?
Attraction can be confusing as fuck. And T is worse than most at figuring his shit out. What did you think about his reaction? And Harry to his?
What do you think the package is?
Much love and appreciation
-Twisted