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He nods as Uma finishes her findings.
The Isle was in dire straits indeed.
Freddie surely wasn't the only one struggling with her newfound abilities.
It was clever of T to bring her and the others to his home.
He wasn't sure if the boy hoped his old home would stop the spirits haunting Freddie or if it was just a happy accident on his part.
Either way, he was happy that's where they ended up; it certainly made things easier.
Yet, he studies the remarkable teenage leader in front of him as he strokes his beard, having all those children in his home created quite the conundrum for Uma.
The wisest course would be for her to take care of her own.
To ration the provisions they had.
To scavenge for more and focus solely on those under her command.
But wisest wasn't always the right course of action.
Besides, he couldn't picture the Captain, now that the undesirables had shown their colors, abandoning those who needed protection on the Isle.
It just wasn't who the remarkable young woman was.
"Harry's warned me that the moment T wakes up they'll want to head back to the Isle," Uma squeezes her eyes shut as her fingers flex around the pages in her hand, "and... I don't blame them."
"I'd expect nothing less," He nods.
"Well, the thing is, I can't-" Uma huffs before her eyes harden, "I'm going with them. We need more crew, and now that we have the list of known survivors waiting for us, I'd like to try to find a few more." She looks out over the storm-shrouded Isle as she bites her lip, "There has to be more survivors." Her eyes drop back to the list as she uncrumples it, "This? This can't be it."
He glances at James, the young man silently tight-lipped as he studies his Captain.
"I'm sure you are right."
Hopefully.
Between the storm, waves, and earthquakes-
It wasn't looking good.
"And the quicker a search party goes out, the better the odds of survival," he adds with a firm frown.
He didn't like the idea of this group out on the Isle now that it was rife with magic.
There were so many unknown variables.
And they lacked the knowledge to combat it, defensively or otherwise.
"Thing is, we need as many people on the Isle as we can get for groups." Uma takes a deep breath, "Cause like fuckin' hell is anyone going anywhere alone." Her glare shifts to the cabin.
James chokes on a snort.
"Laugh it up Bo'sun, the Isle groupings aren't something you'll be worrying about."
"Sorry." James sighs as he holds up his hands. "Right ya be, Cap'n. Someone be needin' ta take care o' your girl while you're gone."
Uma folds her arms over her chest as she nods firmly.
And then her eyes shift to him.
"You're staying too." She orders, "Just you and James."
"I see." He frowns as he nods his head.
He hated it.
But he could concede her point.
There was no point in collecting the others if there was nowhere safe to keep them, and with Ursula currently unaccounted.
It was for the best he stayed behind to keep the Revenge safe.
"If that is the case, I would like to make you all talismans before you step onto the Isle. For my peace of mind."
Uma lets out a heavy breath, "I thought you were gonna fight me."
"I understand the importance of this ship and what she provides. I'm honored you trust James and me with her in your absence."
His eyes drop to her hip.
He'd felt it since the crack.
Could now see it.
The magic crackling around the blade.
He knew an imbued item when he saw it, and his curiosity was going to end up getting the better of him.
He glances back at Uma, "I would like to request Deez and Gil's assistance with the talismans."
Uma's eyes light up, and a small smile turns her lips before she blushes and looks away. "I'll do my best to convince them."
"I see." He smiles.
He imagined she'd be more than happy to acquiesce to his request. "I do wish you would consider staying long enough for the items to be weaved. However, I also understand the need to take leave as soon as possible." He sighs heavily.
Uma's shoulders bow slightly before she stands up straighter, "I can try explaining that to Faustina and hope it will be enough." She groans as she pinches the bridge of her nose. "I've seen T jump overboard for far less pressing matters, though."
"Aye," James nods as he glances in the direction of the cabin suspiciously.
"I think that would be for the best." Yensid nods, "Though I imagine you will be hard-pressed to convince her as well. Would you be open to another piece of council?"
"Always." Uma nods.
"You should see if T has ever infiltrated commissary."
"I'm sure he has," Uma snorts, "But- According to Deez and Faustina." She puts her hand on her hip as she looks at him, "He's in charge of it." She grins, "Well, in charge of the Goblins, who run the place."
He blinks as James stares at her incredulously.
"He-" James studies her, "Seriously?"
"Yep." She pops the p as she nods her head firmly, "Remember when we had no idea what he was doin'," She rolls her eyes, "Ok, when we had no idea around the third time he jumped off the damn ship?"
James crosses his arms, "That definitely be helpin' narrow it down."
His lip twitches in amusement before he schools his features and clears his throat, "That is most fortunate, and will certainly help move things along."
Uma narrows her eyes at him suspiciously. Disapproval stamped on her face. "I know that look." She crosses her arms, "Don't encourage it."
He coughs.
Perceptive.
James rolls his eyes, "The lack of ain't made him hesitate so far."
Uma groans, "I don't wanna see what worse looks like."
"Fair Cap'n, that be a damned fair point."
"I think it would be safe to assume, even with the abundant amount of provisions we currently have, it will not last long." He nods. "We should gather as much as possible before we begin thinking about gathering others to provide for as well."
"We could do that while we wait for the talismans. Getting the ship close enough shouldn't be a problem." She looks to James, who was already nodding in agreement.
At least that would narrow down where they'd be traveling.
His only concern was when others would start eyeing the commissary.
When. Not if.
"But, I would feel better having more hands and stronger backs," Uma adds hesitantly.
He frowns.
Once again, she made a fair point.
Unfortunately, it was a point that carried them further into danger.
Though he was loath to point it out, he knew the fastest way to satisfy her diminished crew.
Even if it was only for a short time and a take of the gathered supplies.
"Perhaps you can find some willing hands at my house."
Uma nods slowly, "Sounds like I'm having a conversation with Harry and Faustina once he's done helping her clean up."
He nods, "I think that would be for the best."
"I told Deez and Gil you wanted to talk to them, after you mentioned the magic on them."
"Thank you, Captain," He tilts his head toward her.
It was curious, and he was equally so.
Somehow this young man, with absolutely no magical training or even basic understanding of the craft, made a magical item.
A magically imbued weapon.
Possibly several of them.
He was pretty sure he'd seen the arcane energies around Harry as well.
On the Isle. The Isle where magic couldn't reach.
Though he had many theories, he was confident it had to do with the petite demi-goddess he was never far from.
This was going to be quite an exciting undertaking, and an enigma he was looking forward to unraveling.
"Ya know, now that ya mention Deez an' magic," James holds a finger up as he steps closer, "Ya know them trinkets she's been known ta make outta glass?"
Both he and Uma nod.
"I found one in the workroom, whole an' undamaged." James shrugs, "Seemed like something one of ya might find interesting."
His eyes light up, "I will have to see if Faustina would mind me looking it over. It would be good to know what essence surrounds it."
"Gil has a little glass cat, and his flute-" Uma's eyes widen before she closes them and looks away, "Actually. I think. He had the flute on him."
He studies her for a moment, "That is most unfortunate. I know how he favored the instrument-" He strokes his beard, "though it's something I'm sure Deez will be most happy to replace once things have settled."
Uma nods absently, "Just, let me know if there is something special about her glass."
"Consider it done, Captain." His nose crinkles, "I'd also like to request some of Faustina's concoctions."
He doubted she had any magical abilities, being the child of Frollo, but the plants-
Those possessed magical properties, though they would have been dormant at the time.
She tilts her head to the side, "I can see how much made it through the storm," She bites her lip.
"Well," James glances back at the cabin perplexed, "um, her, lab didn't."
He sighs.
That, too, was unfortunate.
Assuming her concoctions were still viable, now more than ever, they would be needed.
He would have to take inventory of his equipment. They weren't exactly what she was used to working with, but some would be sufficient until Deez could craft replicas.
Uma nods, "That explains why Harry was so intent on collecting bags of sand." She sighs, "But that also means we have stretched priorities. We need supplies. We need a crew. We need the herbs. We need to help the rest of the survivors." She presses her fingers to her temples.
"My suggestion would be supplies, crew, survivors, and then worry about the lost items and herbs last."
Uma nods thoughtfully before she pulls a pen from her ear and makes a few notes.
He was going to need to reserve his energy.
This ship was going to need some renovations if they were going to be housing more children.
"Do you have a direction in which I may find Deez and Gil?"
"Aye, I sent 'em to the galley to wait for you. Figured it would be the easiest place to find 'em." Her eyes dart to the main mast before she sighs.
"Excellent." He nods.
He was very much looking forward to their conversation.
She nods before she returns her eyes to James, "Mind relievin' Sam from the helm?"
"Aye, Cap'n." He nods before he sets off.
"C'mon," Uma nods in the opposite direction before she leads him to just outside the galley.
A quick peek inside showed she'd been correct.
Gil and Deez were inside, facing each other as they spoke softly between themselves.
Interesting.
He strokes his beard as he studies the Captain after she lets out a long sigh.
"May I inquire as to what it is distressing you?"
"Just a realization," She lets out another sigh and rubs her temples. "We're gonna have to figure something out when Faustina needs to clean up. We can't chase those two from the cabin anymore. Not when-" A shiver runs down her spine.
The wave.
Their fears.
Claustrophobia.
Hydrophobia.
"Ah," He sighs, "I see."
That was quite the dilemma.
Though one that could be easily amended given the right time and resources.
He knew it wasn't a top priority-
Knew that there were more pressing matters that needed attending-
But it wasn't like he hadn't already planned to expand the other amenities.
And he could understand Faustina and T's desire for privacy.
So, what was one more to conjure and enchant?
"Something to ponder, to be sure." He nods.
She sighs, "Well, I'll leave you to it. I gotta go wait for Faustina." She shakes her head, "Thank you for helpin'."
"Of course, Captain." He nods as he watches her walk away.
Such an extraordinary girl.
Leader.
She was going to do so many amazing things.
And make just as many difficult decisions for the-
He sighs.
-unforeseeable future.
His eyes land on Deez and Gil.
They all were.
He had no doubt they would persevere.
It was the cost he was worried about.
It had been hard enough before the barrier suffered damage.
Before magic descended upon them.
He missed the first devastating leadership power plays, arriving many years after the fighting and once Maleficent was fully established.
But he'd heard stories about villains who hadn't survived the purge.
Pecking orders in typical situations were sticky enough. Add an Isle full of the vilest and vicious of alpha personalities-
It obviously had more than its fair share of bloodshed.
He shakes his head.
Musings best left to later.
When there weren't children mulling about.
He walks over to the two in question and clears his throat. "Deez. Gil." He greets, smiling when Deez beams up at him.
Always a smile.
Even if it was only to hide her troubles.
"Was wondering when you were going to join us."
He chuckles, "Yes, sorry, lost in my thoughts as it were."
"S'up, Yensid?" Gil smiles up at him.
He studies the large boy curiously.
It was rare his smile didn't reach his eyes, but clearly, something was bothering him.
What was weighing on the both of them?
"I was wondering if the two of you would mind assisting me with creating a few tokens to help you, your family, and the others who are seeking to help on the Isle, or struggling to cope with their new abilities, if you would be so interested?"
Deez immediately turns to Gil with wide, pleading eyes.
He chuckles, "Like I was gonna say no, Treasure." He turns to eye him. "Yensid never asks for our help."
He smiles, relieved when the boy's eyes brighten with the warmth he had grown familiar with.
"Oh-" The excited look on Deez's face falls, "But, we lost everything we were storing at the cove."
"Nothing that can't eventually be found again," He assures her. "But, I was hoping to create charms for necklaces."
Gil's eyes brighten, "Yeah," He grins boyishly, "I like craftin' things like that- They're challengin', but come out nice."
"Excellent," He chuckles before he turns to Deez, "Are you up for the challenge?"
"Yes. Please. Can we start now?" Deez asks as she hops off Gil's lap, only to slam her hand down against the table to keep her balance as the ship rocks.
Gil bites his lips before he sweeps Deez off her feet. "Please? We're gonna go crazy if we can't help with something."
"Crazier." Deez huffs quietly as she buries her face.
His eyes narrow slightly.
Peculiar.
He looks between the two, what exactly had transpired between them?
It wasn't like Gil to fake a smile, or for Deez to look for permission.
He watches the two thoughtfully before he gives a slight shake of his head.
He wasn't about to intrude, if they wished to speak to him about it, he would happily listen.
"Ready ta make some treasure, Treasure?" Gil beams down at the petite girl in his arms.
"It'd be nice to help protect everyone…" Her eyes light up, revealing her youthful curiosity as she rises onto her toes, "Are you going to do magic?"
"It was my intention," He chuckles at the way the smile spreads on her lips, "I believe I have the majority of what we'll need in my room."
Her excitement was near palpable.
"Let's go!" Gil blurts out in excitement, bouncing on his feet as he looks down at Deez, "This is gonna be so cool!"
And so was his.
He looks down as Deez grabs a fistful of his robes before he and Gil are dragged across the galley.
Despite the circumstances, it was always nice to appreciate a moment of genuine enthusiasm.
He chuckles as he follows her with a smile of his own.
These children certainly brought back memories of his youth.
As unfortunate as their engagement started, he'd never been more pleased to have such eager minds to cultivate.
Their thirst for wisdom and knowledge was admirable.
Their desire for his council was appreciated.
It revitalized him, gave him a sense of purpose he'd thought lost.
And a warmth in his chest he'd long since forgotten.
Odd that someone his age would be grateful for a group of teenagers.
But here he was, grateful and humbled by their trust in him.
Something he'd never considered in his decision to abandon everything in the attempt to give the kids of the Isle another path.
Another choice.
How ignorant he'd been to not consider nature.
And how appreciative he was to learn in his blunder.
She was torn.
She felt guilty about needing privacy for something so stupid.
She knew in her heart that Deez and Gil wouldn't judge her.
That her fear of condemnation was unfounded.
But she couldn't help it.
She was disfigured.
Disgusting to look at.
And she didn't even want to think about the level of shame that would overwhelm T if he found out they knew.
She'd never realized how vain she was.
How deep in the cardinal sin she'd sunk.
It was embarrassing as it was shameful-
But she wasn't sure how to overcome it.
How to overcome the feelings of the others' monikers for her.
Beauty Girl.
Angel.
Pirate Princess.
She knew they weren't mocking her.
Would never hurt her in such a way-
Would never be so cruel.
Yet the feelings persisted in the worst ways.
It was frustrating, and something that left her exasperated with herself.
Shallow as a puddle in the heat of summer.
She had no idea how deep her contempt for herself ran.
Had never realized how close to feeling like T she actually was.
It was a repugnant trait she loathed about herself, but was unsure how to overcome it.
Was afraid it was ingrained so deeply in her that she would never be able to.
She couldn't imagine how trying it had to be for the others.
How tiresome.
Inconvenient.
And honestly, it was confounding how at odds that feeling was to the warmth their trust in her was.
The warmth that curled her toes when they'd accepted her.
Them.
Despite all the lies.
Confusion.
Hurt they'd caused time and time again.
And the trouble she and T caused by just being in their lives.
Lord knew how hard it had to be for them to wrap their minds over the conundrum that was her and T, when she couldn't even wrap her mind around it.
So this?
Being able to relish in the ability to do something for one of them-
Especially the one she held dearest?
It was nothing short of solace.
She only hoped she'd be able to reciprocate the love the others held for her in their own languages.
Could one day show them truly how much they meant to her.
But at this moment she was content with this.
Her first step of offering one of them, what they'd given to her so freely.
Affection.
Attentive.
Mindful of their needs, and their vulnerabilities.
A start she was happy with.
A low moan pulls her from her thoughts and she turns to find her Prince submerged in the bath Deez had so kindly reheated, despite whatever it was weighing on her.
And there was something weighing on the young demigoddess.
And her Lion that protected them.
She'd never seen them so distracted.
Or knew them to avoid looking her Prince or even herself in the eyes.
It was distressing not to know how to help them.
But it felt rude to inquire what was hanging over them.
Intrusive.
Also, something to think about at a later time, when her Prince wasn't waiting for attention.
She smiles as she goes to kneel behind him, the shampoo and clove already mixed at her side.
Her words die on her lips when she catches the patch on his back, "What happened?"
Harry hums softly as he twists just enough to catch her from the corner of his eye, "I be slippin' inta paradise be what be happenin'."
"As happy as that makes me, my Prince," She runs her hand through his hair gently, "I was asking about what lies beneath your bandage."
"Which one?" He asks, his brow furrowing as he turns more towards her.
Her eyes narrow, "There's more than one?"
Harry's eyes crinkle, "If I be ah sayin' no, do I be gettin' away with it like I be lettin' you?"
Her lips purse as disapproval fills her.
"That be ah lookin' like ah firm no then."
She smiles sweetly, "It would be the best course, my Prince." She offers.
He grumbles as he slips lower into the water, the water rising until his muffled words become bubbles.
She snorts, "I suppose that's fair," She admits, "However," She tugs on his hair, "It'd be much easier to take care of you if I knew where and how badly you are hurt."
"I be takin' ah few licks durin' the mutiny," He explains as he rubs his knuckles into eyes, smudging the dark paint around his eyes into a faded, smokey mask.
"I see," She sighs.
She should have guessed as much.
She would've been hard pressed not to miss the lack of the older members of the crew.
"I'd rather not make anything worse," She sighs, "So would you mind telling me where and the depths of them?"
"Ya can'nah be makin' them worse when ya be knowin' how ta be brewin' or-" His eyes narrow as he looks off into the distance, "Distillin'! Ha, cause it be like alcohol, but way more complicated like."
A small smile tugs at her lips, "Sweet talking deflector." She accuses as she gently sinks both hands into his scalp searching for any injuries.
"I ain'nah dodgin," He frowns as he crosses his arms, "I be showin' off. There be ah difference."
"I would hate to be misrepresented, I am very much impressed with you remembering the right word," She smiles as she leans forward to press a kiss to his head once she's satisfied he hadn't taken any blows to his head. "That didn't quite answer the question, now did it?" She tuts her tongue as she starts massaging his scalp in earnest.
Her fingers meticulously work through the tension and knots that were concerningly easy to trace.
This she could let go.
It would be harder to believe if it wasn't the case.
Stress didn't even begin to cover the last few days-
Week?
She stops herself from the dark snort begging to be let free.
Life.
Harry hums as he leans back, letting his head loll over the edge of the tub to give her more access.
"I think Uma be sayin' the one on me back be the deepest," He slowly admits, "damn codfish be attackin' when I be turnin' ta help James push ah group away from the old man."
She sighs.
That sounded about right.
Not that she had room to comment on codfish or the like.
"I'm checking on it after."
"As ya be wishin'." He smiles before he sighs, "Guess I should be ah mentionin' the one on me thigh where the bitch be side blindin' me."
"If I could be so bold, may I ask what became of the mutineers?"
"Uma be sayin' ta toss 'em overboard."
Toss them-
Could any of them had made it to shore during that storm?
She knew Uma made sure everyone on her ship were strong swimmers but-
"Ta be bein' fair on that, we barely be gettin' outta the hell squall ah fore they be showing their true colors."
Of course they would.
Though admittedly, she was surprised any of them had the wits to attack while the others were weak.
She'd always found them all rather dull.
"They did'nah be likin' our plans ta be checkin' the Isle." Harry shakes his head, "An they be takin' offence ta us wantin' everyone off the ship." He sinks further into the tub, "It- just when we be thinkin' it be time ta be thankin' the Sea Gods, know what I be ah meanin'?"
She can't help her mind from wandering the broken pick that had been her and T's last chance at freedom.
Her hands still in his hair.
The despair.
The hopelessness.
Bleakness of such a dire situation.
"Intimately." She frowns as she returns to massaging his scalp.
Harry's brow furrows as he adjusts in the tub to face her, lightly rubbing his cheek against her hand before he pauses.
'Oh." His eyes widen slightly before he bites his lip, "Aye, ya would-" He sighs before he hangs his head, "Sorry, Love, I were'nah thinkin'."
She caresses his jaw before she tilts his head up to look at her, "There's nothing to be sorry for, my Prince. I was just letting you know on a level I understand. Not the sting of betrayal. Not the hurt of having my own turn on me. But of the stolen relief." She leans down and softly presses her lips to his. "It could've been worse." She pulls back and meets his eyes, "I used to tell myself that all the time before we met, well- really met. It could always be worse. It was my litany. One that served me well."
He shivers before he slowly nods.
She could almost see what he was thinking.
A destroyed cove.
Boulders from the cliffs dislodged.
Entire areas flattened or destroyed like the docks.
The belief that it all looked like that.
That no one had survived but them.
It could have been that bad.
She traces his jaw before her fingers start working his neck.
"I can't imagine how difficult everything must have been in our absence. How miserable. The anguish of thinking you'd lost them." Her heart pounds at just the thought. "Your light and anchor. And selfishly, I hope I never have to withstand that kind of pain- that level of agony." She admits as her breath hitches, "And it hurts so much to think about how you two suffered through that."
"Oh aye, such sufferin' inside ah damn bottle." Harry bites out bitterly, "No better than any damn useless OV."
She frowns, as she leans forward and wraps her arms around him, gathering him to her heedlessly, "We ran." She shares softly. "Didn't even try to look."
"Ya be tryin' ta make me feel better," Harry whispers roughly as his wet arms wrap around her in return, "But even if it be bein' true, ya still be doin' somethin'. Uma be showin' me the list, ya be findin' lots o' the hurt an' lost and takin' 'em ta ah safe place."
"That isn't fair." She frowns, "We weren't confronted with the reality of that level of loss. If we didn't know, then we couldn't succumb to it. You and Uma drank, however, you could have handled the situation worse. Could've done something irrevocably permanent."
He snorts hollowly.
She sighs as she runs a hand through his hair.
"I did'nah be ah meanin' ta ruin this with me melancholy." A small smile tugs at his lips as his ice-blue eyes shine.
A soft smile pulls at her lips as she pulls back and caresses his jaw, "Nothing is ruined, my Prince. At least nothing that can't be salvaged. I am sorry I pushed, I should have respected your wishes," She bites her lip as guilt washes over her like the sea currently battered the side of the ship. "It was rude, I was just-"
Pissed.
Enraged.
Incensed.
Livid.
"-upset."
That someone would dare hurt him.
Hurt Uma.
James.
Yensid.
It was unforgivable.
Inexcusable.
And if any of them were unfortunate enough to survive, they would receive retribution for their transgressions.
She knew without a doubt T would see to that, without a single syllable of condemnation from her lips.
"Ya be ah fierce Pirate Princess. We be workin' ta get all yer stories, it only be bein' fair-" He bites his lip, "I guess I were just hopin ta be revelin' in this ah mite longer afore I be dealin' with me guilt over us not goin' out ta find you an' T. Instead, I just were hopin' ya would be makin' it back."
"We did make it back-"
"Aye, an' I can never, ever be tellin' ya how happy I were ta wake up ta me whole family not bein' swept out ta sea or crushed by the shakin' Isle. Never."
The pain slowly creeping in to taint his voice makes her eyes water.
"But it ain'nah bein' the point now. Point be, I did'nah even be fuckin' tryin'."
"Neither did we. Not even for a moment. If we didn't look- Then we wouldn't have to face something we wouldn't have been able to cope with. That I wouldn't be able to cope with. And we weren't even cursed with seeing the remnants of the last place any of you had been."
Harry bites his lip as he searches her face.
His eyes soften and he slowly nods, "Aye, I suppose that be the way o' it fer us, or at least me. I can'nah be speakin' ta the-" His eyes squeeze shut, "agony Uma were bein' in."
She didn't even try to imagine it.
The horror.
Even just thinking about her had terror gripping at her.
"It was an impossible situation, my love. One that we're all blessed to have made it through when so many didn't. I can't-" She swallows hard as the memories she'd been suppressing attempt to surface, "There were so many who had fallen. People T looked after. Some that he didn't. But we made it through. All of us."
"Aye." Harry slowly nods before he exhales, "It be feelin' like one o' those things that just be taken time. An' rememberin' it could ah been bein' so much worse."
A sad smile tugs at her lips, "Aye, my Prince."
"Now," He sits up straighter in the tub as he takes her hand, "Ya also be right 'bout it bein' ah impossible situation. For all o' us. So, let's be baskin' while we can."
"Sorry I interrupted your pampering-"
"Talkin' it out with ya be makin' me feel ah hell-o-ah-lot better, if that be ah helpin'."
She bites her lip as she studies him, looking for any subterfuge.
"I be serious." He smiles as he studies her wrist, "I- look, we all be mighty glad ta be survivin' that, aye? That we all be survivin' that." He bites his lip as he traces a finger lightly over her inner wrist, following the path of the blue veins, "But, I think me an' Uma 'specially be facin' our own demons over the way we be handlin' it. An', right or wrong, ya know-" He shrugs before he looks up again, "So, aye, talkin' with ya an' knowin' ya hold no anger or hurt, it do be ah helpin'."
She nods as she presses a kiss to his forehead, "Then I'm glad we spoke about it-" She pulls back "So," she guides him back into the water. "Let's put that to rest and return to the much more pleasant present."
Harry smiles as he relaxes against the back of the tub, "Be soundin' downright perfect ta me."
She hums happily feeling a lot lighter as she massages the shampoo into his hair.
Smiling at every contented moan he breathed.
Blushing at his compliments.
Enjoying how nice it was to just bath him.
Reciprocate something he loved so much.
Despite her delight in indulging in something so sinnfully amazing, she couldn't keep her eyes from drifting to the bandage on his shoulder.
"My Prince," She smiles, her tone soft and gentle as she settles to massage his hand, "Do you happen to know who did it?"
"Ann be the one ta be gettin' me thigh, Might ah be why it did'nah be cuttin' deep. She always be havin' ah bit o' ah soft spot for me." The slight smile drops as his brow furrows, "but the stab in me back were fuckin' Tim who be startin' the whole thing."
"Oh," She nods as she brushes her lips over his knuckles.
Fucking.
Tim.
T was going to lose it, of that she'd never been more certain.
Damn.
Yensid respects the shit out of Uma.
The shit outta the whole fam really.
Which was pretty hard fucking earned in its own right. It takes a fuck ton to earn such an ancient beings respect, but of course if anyone could it would be our fave sea fam.
Any thoughts on Umes sword being magical?
On what it might mean.
On how the hell the son of Gaston- fucking Gaston, managed that feat?
Curious what the sword was imbued with?
Any theories as to why Gil managed magic?
What Yensid's brain is brewing up?
Cause, again we'd love to hear them.
Hit us up.
We're legit on the edge of seats to hear them for this one.
Much love and appreciation
-Twisted