He glances up at the sky, the rain instantly stinging his eyes before he's forced to look away.
Fuck.
How long was it going to stay like this?
It was impossible to see shit.
Everything was dark, short of when the eerie green lightning flickered across the sky.
It wasn't a problem, for the moment.
Still, despite all that, he honestly preferred it this way.
It made it easier to stay obfuscated.
And on a level, it was pretty-
It is, isn't it?
He grins at her giggle.
Kinda, yeah.
He couldn't remember the last time they'd gotten along so well.
It was nice.
It had been so long since he'd heard her laugh so much at something that wasn't due to his misfortune.
Oh, come on T I'm not that bad.
He snorts.
Says you, fucking sadist.
Says the masochist.
Hey-
He shakes his head.
Shut up.
Witty comeback as always.
Ah.
There you are.
Bitch.
Don't act like you don't love it.
Ain't an act.
Little Liar.
He smiles despite himself.
Eh. Maybe a little.
Though no lie, it was actually a relief.
To hear her so happy.
It was still fucking weird to hear her like this.
But he was adjusting.
And, in all honesty it was kind of nice to know what the fuck was going on when he hadn't been present.
She was thorough in her-
Report sounded weird, catch up maybe?
His nose crinkles, whatever the right word was.
And she was able to answer his questions, and call him out when his mind wandered.
His gaze drifts to Harry, before he steps closer and nudges his shoulder.
"Thank you."
Harry's brow furrows as he tilts his head towards him, "Uh, what ya be ah thankin' me for?"
He drops his eyes as his cheeks heat up, "I didn't realize how much she hated my clothes." He mumbles.
"Oh." Harry's confused look softens with a half smile, "it be bein' me pleasure. I kinda be ah noticin' that she be ah pluckin' at the hoodie now an' then. An' sides," he shrugs as he looks away, "what girl ain'nah likin' ta look her best?"
He tilts his head to the side.
What girl-
He grimaces.
Why hadn't he thought that.
Because short of demanding everyone cover themselves completely, you never pay attention. Well, that and you have different priorities. Which, I'm not complaining about. It would be…
He frowns.
Be what?
Difficult.
What would?
You. Performing. For a girl.
He grimaces at the idea.
He'd rather die than do something to draw attention to him-
What? His eyes narrow as her uncontained laughter fills his ears.
It ain't funny.
I dare to differ little brother.
Seriously Tina-
He closes his eyes at the whine in his tone.
-just tell me, I wanna know.
Then ask Harry.
Uncertainty fills him at the amusement in his tone as he eyes-
Why the fuck did Hook look-
His eyes narrow-
Hesitant?
Since the fuck had Hook been hesitant to talk?
He halts as fear fills him.
Shit-
Had they been talking outloud?
His stomach drops.
Fuck-
We weren't though, speaking out loud I mean, so calm yourself and breathe.
Then why the-
"Mate?" Harry turns to him with a grimace, "I be doin' me best ta wait for ya ta be finishin', but just be tellin' me."
He furrows his brow, "tellin-" his eyes narrow.
My new clothes idiot.
"Oh," he looks away with a blush, that one was definitely out loud."The skirt?"
"Aye. I were expectin' ah lot o' things, but ah thank you were not one o' 'em."
He studies Harry for a moment before he turns up and lets the rain sting his face.
T? Even by your standards this is an uncomfortably long pause.
"I," He sighs as he kicks at a puddle, "She hasn't been this happy in a long time. Well," He narrows his eyes, "in a non-vindictive way, I mean. I'm annoyed I didn't think-" He shakes his head, "An ya, sure she's a bitch occasionally, but she's still my bitch, ya know?" He shrugs even as he looks away with his cheeks on fire, "I care when she's happy, she's my sister, I just, I don't know, want her happy or whatever."
T…
Shut it.
Harry stares at him, his eyes narrowing as he looks him over.
As if he were trying to look for a lie or something.
He sighs, that was fair.
"And it doesn't hurt that we look different now."
Harry slowly nods before the smile returns, "I were'nah likin' the idea that me doin' something ta put ah smile on her lips be pissin' ya off, so it be makin' me happy ya get it."
"Ain't that big of an asshole."
"Ain'nah sayin' ya were, jus- I know I don'nah be knowin' how everything be affectin' ya like, an' I were'nah wantin' ta hurt either o' ya with me advances on me Pirate Princess."
He frowns as he tilts his head, "advances?" His brow knits, "like in figh-"
A bubbling giggle gives him pause.
What?
Nothing. You're just adorable sometimes.
Am not.
Bitch.
Harry snorts, "no, I be talkin' like the things I be doin' ta show Faustina how much she be meanin' ta me."
"Oh," He nods, "got it."
Little Liar.
"Huh." Harry grins as he turns and continues to walk, "this really be bein' the first time ah brother be given' me the okay ta be lovin' his sister," his eyes travel back to him, "never be ah thinkin' I be here with you."
His eyes narrow, "I'm not given' you permission to hunt my sister, whore."
"Who says this be huntin'?" Harry says without missing a beat.
He eyes him suspiciously.
Teee-ah, stop it.
He winces at the pitch of her whine.
"I be ah meanin' it when I tell ya the way she be makin' me feel be different. I ain'nah huntin'. She ain'nah prey. She-" Harry's brow furrows as he stares off into the distance.
What distance he could see with the rain still falling in sheets.
She what? She what!? T-
He snorts.
She's a sneaky snarky ass brat- That's what.
Am not.
Oh, and hella-
"Can I be bein' honest like with ya, mate?" Harry finally continues.
"Why?" He stands straighter as he eyes Harry, "have you not been?"
"Paranoid lil' shit," Harry snorts as he shoulder checks him, "ya would be ah goin' worse case like."
He can't help his smile, "s'kept me alive so far." He shrugs as he shoulder checks him back with a snort, "ain't hurtin' you either."
Harry sighs before he holds his hands up in defeat, "ya ain'nah hearin' me complainin' 'bout that. But aye, I have been bein' honest when I can be findin' the words."
He lifts his brow, "you always have words. You're full of words. Too many in my opinion."
"Don'nah be jelly," Harry winks before his grin slips into something more-
Well, less.
It was less than a smile, but something distant.
Like Harry was looking at something he couldn't see.
He pauses at the expression-
They'd been joking just a moment ago-
So why did he look so…
His eyes, they're so distant. Longing with regret.
He frowns at the pain in her tone and looks back to the expression running across Harry's face.
He takes Harry's arm and stops him, "what's wrong Hook?"
"What ain'nah right now?" Harry chuckles humorlessly, "I ain'nah meanin' ta worry ya. Huntin' just be gettin' me thinkin'," he bites his lip, "I uh, I tried ta be ah huntin' you, at first like anyways. But, that ain'nah bein' the thoughts in me head when I be thinkin' or lookin' at yer sister. She- she be bein' real special mate."
He…
He looks Harry over slowly. That's what was bothering him?
The fact he didn't want to hunt you?
Doesn't. He doesn't want to hunt me.
His eyes narrow, didn't you want to be hunted by him or whatever?
No.
He frowns as a wave of shame washes over him.
I just hoped one day, if we ever were to meet- I would catch his attention. Even if it was just him settling because of your lack of interest.
"She ain'nah bein' like any o' the ones I be huntin' an' catchin' afore. I can'nah be hidin' the same reactions happen in all the right places. But, I were never carin' 'bout what be happen to the prey after the hunt, ya know? With her, she ain'nah prey. She's- more. So much more." Harry purses his lips to the side before he sighs with disgust, "she be makin' me hate what I used ta be doin'. I were ah right arsehole to them that I be huntin', an' I ain'nah ever wantin' ta be that with her." He shakes his head viciously, "Not with her. Ever."
He narrows his eyes, "so, like not settling then?"
T!
He brushes off her mortification.
It's botherin' you.
So is this! Please! This is so embarrassing!
Harry's brow furrows, "settlin'? I think I be as far from settlin' as ya can be," he rubs the back of his head, "In huntin' I took. I made it ah goal ta rock their ships hard, but still, I were takin' what I were wantin' an' leavin' it at that. But, the way I be feelin' with Faustina?" That same far off smile claims his lips again, "Mate, I be wantin' that more than I be wantin' anything else. I be wantin' ta give. At first I were tryin' ta say it were ah cause she be family, an' in our family we be givers, but no. It still be more than that. I don'nah rightly be knowin' how ta explain, she just be makin' me want ta be, more too?"
He tilts his head.
You make him-
Huh.
Huh what? T, I don't like that tone.
"I mean she has mentioned you should do more sword practice-
T! What are you doing!
"-she thinks your defense sucks."
Harry's jaw drops, "Whaaa- me, me sword work be weak?"
He shrugs, "jus' what she said. She was really pushing for us to spar more."
"I can be ah doin' that." Harry quickly agrees, "we can be findin' the time."
Ye-
He grunts as pain blossoms in his head and instantly recoils.
Can you not?
Can you not!?
"What be hurtin' ya?" Harry asks as hands cover his and he finds himself pulled against his chest.
"Nothing-" spills from his lips, "I didn't do anything."
T! You stupid little bastard-
He grimaces at the volume of her shriek and ducks his head into Harry's shoulder.
-he was trying to be serious and you shit all over it you asshole.
"Sorry mate," Harry's arms tighten, "we don'nah be havin' ta talk like this if it be botherin' ya."
"It ain't botherin' me," He huffs, "the stupid Harpy is." he grumbles under his breath.
"Harpy?"
He stills. Shit.
"It's-" He pauses.
"Ain'nah that ah monster in the stories the Imps be tellin' Deez?" Harry's eyes narrow as he crosses his arms over his chest, "a monster bein' part buzzard an' part girl?"
"Didn't know the bird part was buzzards."
Harry continues to stare at him.
"What? What- I didn't do anything."
"T."
How could a single letter sound so menacing?
He grimaces, "yep."
Harry sighs before he rustles the top of his hoodie, "siblin's." the sternness fades, "I were forgettin' for ah moment that she's here."
"Really? Cause I actively try to forget."
"Be nice ta me Pirate Princess, I bet I just be throwin' her through ah wringer with me stublin' an'-"
He snorts, "more like pissed I interrupted."
Teeeeeeeeeeee! I swear to God I will end you!
Harry chuckles before he grabs his arm and pulls him to walk again.
He frowns as he stares at Harry's back, "I trust you, you know."
"I trust ya too, more than I think ya let yerself see."
"I meant with her."
"Me too."
He nods.
"I-" Harry sighs, but doesn't stop or turn around, "I can'nah be bein' there with her all the time. Protectin' her the way everything in me be wantin'. I can't do that to either o' ya. I might ah be bein' ah pirate, but I ain'nah that stupid."
He furrows his brow and frowns before it hits him, "oh," His frown deepens. "Yeah… I-" He bites his lip.
He could see it.
Gil could physically protect Deez-
Sure she didn't need it-
Sometimes got pissed by it-
But in the end-
He wouldn't get kidney punched over it.
Unlike-
"Sorry." He sighs.
"No mate, you don'nah be needin' ta be sorry," Harry slows just enough to throw an arm around his shoulder, "I would never be askin' ya ta not be yerself, and yerself be far too good at gettin' in an' outta trouble, with loot that be makin' it worth yer time like."
He pauses as he studies him.
It almost sounded like-
Hook still found him valuable.
Despite-
Fuck. Everything, really.
But-
His chest tightens as he bites his lip.
-was he just saying it to get him off his back?
"What be with the face?" Harry's voice pulls him out of his thoughts.
He drops his eyes, "jus'..." He winces at his tone, "it almost sounds like ya mean it."
"Cause I do. It be ah skill o' yers that be scarin' the livin' shit outta me most times," he sighs as he slowly shakes his head, clearly lost in through for a moment, "but I be havin' ta admit it be ah skill."
His throat tightens painfully as he looks away.
Telling himself the stinging of his eyes was just from the pelting rain.
"An' I know ya've been usin' that skill ta be keepin' yer hide an' her's safe like all these years, protectin' her when I ain'nah even knowin' 'bout her yet." Harry rubs his hand over his face, before he scratches his wet hair in frustration, "I ain'nah tryin' ta say I won'nah be worryin' or that I don'nah be carin' what ya be doin'. Jus- What I be tryin' taI be sayin' is that ya protected her when I could'nah be, an', an' I trust ya ta be keepin' that shit up."
Oh.
He turns back to Harry with a frown.
He-
This wasn't the first time Harry told him he was still worth something-
But it was the first time he felt like he meant it. Something about his tone was hard to question.
Pain. I think it pains him to admit it.
That isn't just- He trusts me with you?
He frowns, why did that feel weird? Bring warmth to his chest.
"She's my sister," He furrows his brow, "of course I'd keep her safe-" He snorts, "s'why I'm here." Literally he was pretty sure, "so why does that…" He drops his eyes.
Make him want to smile?
"L-" He bites his lip, "like before? You like, seriously trust me like you did before?"
Harry's brow furrows as he opens his mouth, but whatever question he had dies, "I ain'nah ever stopped trustin' ya like that. Ya build trust over time, aye? Then truthfull like, I be trustin' ya more now than I be trustin' ya back then."
Shit.
He tilts his head up towards the sky to wash away the warmth suddenly trailing down his cheeks. "Oh."
"Aye."
Everything goes dark as his face is pressed into the hollow of Harry's shoulder.
"Sorry I ain'nah doin' better ta show ya that."
His cheeks burn as he takes solace in the shadow before he wraps his arms around Harry and hugs him tightly, "my fault."
"How ya feel 'bout gettin' the 'makin' ah deal' itch out afore we get to Senior's?"
He can't help the twitch of his lips as he pulls back, "ain't a itch."
"If ya be sayin' so," Harry snorts before he holds one hand out, ready to shake, "if ya promise ta always take ah moment ta be thinkin' 'bout me ideas, I can be doin' the same. An' if ya promise ta forgive me when I be havin' ta go off on me own or doin' somethin' unexpected, I can be doing the same then too."
A slow grin spreads across his face, "they find out they're gonna be pissed."
"Aye, but that be why it be 'tween us. I can'nah be gettin' mad at ya for things ya can'nah be gettin' mad at me for." Harry gestures in the vague direction of the beach they'd left, "I ain'nah speakin' for the others, jus' me."
"I can live with that," His grin widens as he takes the offered hand, "saves my darts."
Harry snorts, "I ain'nah sayin' we can'nah be havin' opinions, just that we be respectin' each other like."
"I don't dart people for their opinions."
Little Liar.
Okay fine whatever, but their opinions on their own safety, happy?
"Good ta be knowin'," Harry grips his hand tighter for a moment, "I trust ya ta do whatever it takes ta be comin' back an' brinin' her back safe with ya. But if ya ever be findin' yerself in ah moment where ya ain'nah feelin' sure, we be needin' ah way to call fer help with each other."
His grin returns, "two way trust an' a secret code? Do I look like an idiot?" He shakes Harry's hand, "Easiest deal I've ever made."
Harry smiles before they release each other, "Glad we finally be on the same wave."
"No shit," he snorts as they continue walking.
It had only taken them-
An amount of years to get here-
Again.
"So," He prods after several moments of silence, "I mean, I don't like attention drawn to me but, like, why would it be difficult for me to perform for a girl?"
Harry's eyes widen as he sputters before coughing as if he were choking on something.
Panic surges through him as he rushes to clap Harry's back, "mate!?"
His eyes narrow.
The fuck are you laughing for?
"Where that question be ah comin' from?" Harry asks, winded as he catches his breath.
He frowns, "cause I never pay attention to how girl's dress, I guess?"
Harry blinks before he gulps in air and stands up straighter, "sneaky me love," he points at his eyes with two fingers, "but I be seein' ya."
He narrows his eyes at her maniacally gleeful giggle.
"What? Seriously, I wanna know why she thinks I can't do something jus' cause it's difficult- But I can't know how to shove her face in it if I don't know what it is."
"Aye," Harry bites his lip, "one, I don'nah be thinkin' it be ah can't. Parts don'nah be matterin' none in performin'. I think it be more o' ah won't. As in, ya won'nah be huntin' ah girl anytime soon?"
The desire to challenge her dies like a candle in the sea.
Instant and swift.
His nose scrunches, "no."
"But if ya ever be interestin' in performin' at all, I be volunteerin'' for it." Harry grins, "might be able ta give ya some pointers."
"Thanks for your sacrifice- But pass."
"Aye, I were'nah thinkin' ya be interested after ya be droppin' kissin' practice."
He shrugs, he'd lost interest in it after-
He blinks as a sly grin tugs at his lips.
T? T what is that? Whatever you're thinking- Don't.
"I don't think I was the one interested in that."
"Oh?" Harry grins as he crosses his arms over his chest, "ya were'nah bein' the one ta see ah challenge ta be bestin'?"
"I didn't want to embarrass you."
His eye twitches at the mocking laughter.
"That be ah good joke mate," Harry smirks before he steps closer, "go on then," he nuzzles his nose against his cheek and whispers, "be embarrassin' me."
He freezes as a pleasant, uncomfortably familiar chill runs down his spine and his face catches fire. "Nope," He squeaks as he scrambles back, "you win."
He doesn't even care when she laughs at him.
Fuck that shit, that's all you.
"Huh," Harry grins as he straightens up, "mayhaps it were bein' me Pirate Princess wantin' kissin' lessons."
He rolls his eyes, "c'mon," he grabs Harry's arm and tugs him, "we're almost there- He can probably hear us already an' he's gonna be pissy af I didn't come check in sooner."
"Yes, I could." Senior answers the moment they reach the stairs, "no, I'm not pissy. Is that really all you little baby mortals talk about? And seriously, I thought you were never gonna get here!" He crosses hims arms over his chest, "why is it when ya run your mouth your feet seem to stop working?"
"Aw," he mocks, "did you miss me that much?"
"Not even slightly." Senior rolls his eyes.
"Liar," He snorts as he heads up the stairs, "ya would'ah told me to fuck off by now."
"Don't mortals catch sick when wet?" Senior rolls his eyes again before he pushes off the wall, "pretty sure you do. Come on, must be something important if Guyliner let you drag him here. I'm assuming an update."
He snorts, "yeah, about that-"
"Since I don't see my Kitten, I can only assume this isn't an attempt to free me trip."
"Nope." He turns to make sure Harry is following before he happily heads into the temple.
"So then, whatever this is, it had better be good," Senior grumbles as they walk into the strangely warm sitting room, the source of which was blazing in the usually empty hearth, "because, seriously, freedom very top of my priorities right now."
He can't help the reflexive sigh as the heat radiates over him before he shakes his head, "Oh?" He turns to Senior, "and here I thought it was ta win dad of the year."
"Ha," Senior brushes the comment off, "what a stupid title. Really. Who the fuck wants to be 'dad of the year'?"
"No one in this shit hole for damned sure."
That's not entirely true, Facilier doesn't treat his daughters nearly as bad as other parents do.
He rolls his eyes.
Thanks for that, miss misses the point.
"Exactly." Senior pauses as he waits for him and Harry to take a seat, "So, how's the shoulder? Both of your shoulders? She's not still broken is she?" He asks, each question spilling from his lips faster than the last.
"Do you always gotta be an' ass." He rolls his eyes. "Never mind, rhetorical question."
Harry scowls, but manages to keep his mouth shut.
"Why bother?" Senior throws his arms in the air, "But seriously, broken, not broken. You left before I got back."
His head tilts to the side, "Did we?"
"Did we?" Senior mocks in a scathing tone, "Funny. You know damn well-" the god slaps a hand to his face so hard it echoes like a boulder hitting the ground before he slowly drags it down over his lips, "Seriously. Broken, not broken? Where're we at on this?"
"Personally?" He raises a brow, "curious as to why the fuck ya care?"
"I'm not villain of the year."
"Fair." He shrugs, "Not."
"Oh." Senior smiles as he straightens up, "Good. Cool. Cool-cool-cool." He rubs a hand over his bald head as he looks up through a crack in the ceiling.
Huh.
Huh what?
It's just- peculiar is all. How mercurial he is over her-
The fuck is that peculiar? He's always obsessing about Deez-
Yes, but…
But-?
Nothing, I'm probably looking into things too hard.
"I mean," He grasps the top of his typical perch and leans back lazily, "we think so."
"Of course you do," Senior rolls his eyes, "that's your job."
He snorts.
"It be more ah pleasure, but aye," Harry shrugs, "but back ta why-"
"Ah yes, the why of it all." Senior gestures grandly before he plops into the single reclining chair in the room, "there's a me-sized crack in the barrier, got anything to do with that?"
"An' yet here ya are, stuck with us, oh the irony."
Senior's eye twitches, "and as entertaining as you can be when you're not so annoyingly on the nose, that is a problem." He grunts as he leans back and steeples his fingers in front of his face, "So, not broken Kitten, how's she doing? Wanting off the ship yet? I mean, the ocean did break her so badly, it's kind of cruel for you guys to keep her on the ship like that."
Huh.
That was new-
Peculiar, is it not?
Harry tenses in front of him, his shoulder firmly pressing to his leg as if he were trying to hide how he was shaking with anger.
"Tch," He snorts, "You really wanna talk Kitten abuse with us? Really?"
"No, I'm talking about her leaving the ship to return to land," Senior scoffs, "keep up."
"Uh huh." He rolls his eyes, "That's what I thought." He shakes his head. "You seriously never give her enough credit."
"Please. If I actually gave her enough credit she'd stop trying so hard to do what she's supposed to do. Duh," Senior rolls his eyes, "it's called parenting."
He closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath, "Skipping over all the wrong in that sentence." He sighs, "We're not here to talk 'bout her."
"Oh really?" Senior huffs as his head thuds against the back of the chair and he stares at the ceiling crack again, "then what can I do for the two of you, since you're not here to do something for me."
"Would I be here if I wasn't here to do something for you?"
"Yes."
His eyes narrow.
Had he come here just for fun before?
"You are, what I call," Senior grins widely as he presses a hand to his chest and sits up, "a deal-addict. Trademark pending for the last twenty-some-fucking-years."
"I prefer the term junkie thanks." He quips back. "But, yeah kinda."
"Fine then." Senior claps his hands before he rubs them together, "The Isle is ending around us as we speak, what could you possibly want to make a deal about?"
"I want in your stores."
"I'm the only one going in there."
"Liar," He snorts, "Pain and Panic-"
"Are my minions, therefore are me, extended."
He grins, "Quoting you on that. And I thought I hated myself." He pauses, "an' at this point how am I not?"
"Careful, that's years of therapy if you look too close at that," Senior groans in disgust, "But seriously, why do you think this-" he gestures between them, "whatever this is, works?"
He shrugs, "desperation?"
Senior snorts, but closes his mouth as he taps his fingers against his lips, "back to this deal. Sounds like you want to check out my stock. What am I getting out of this?"
"Instant gratification." He grins.
The god's eyes narrow, "What does that mean?"
"Yensid made us Text Books."
Senior snorts, "Textbooks… Cute, but I think I'll pass. I know more than that old wizard could ever learn, and enough to fill a whole Isle's worth of stupid school books."
"No- not textbooks- Text books." He snorts, "That thing C showed us, the phones. It's like that, but you know, Isle style. So shittier, but still sufficient."
"Hmmm," Senior rubs his chin, "color me interested. Let's see what we're working with."
He nods as he turns and digs out his and Senior' books before he tosses one to the god and pulls out a pen.
Senior clears his throat as he pulls out ridiculously thin reading glasses and pulls them over his ears.
He rolls his eyes at Faustina's giggle.
What the fuck is so funny about that?
What isn't?
He waits for Senior to open his book, before he scrawls in his.
Get fucked.
"Childish." Senior snorts.
Deal.
Give me this way to talk to you little mortals
I'll let you go through my inventory.
"Fuck yeah." He looks up to see Senior hand out.
"Fuck yeah what?" Harry demands as he shifts to read the notebook.
"He accepted." He smiles smugly as he reaches for the god's hand to seal the deal.
Wait- No-
"Deal." Senior grabs his hand and shakes once.
Wait no what?
We wanted things from his inventory.
"Oh," he grimaces, "Fuck." He groans.
Ass. Can you please think before you shake? Or is that beyond your comprehension?
That seems unnecessary…
Is it thought T? Is it? You just blew our whole negotiation.
He winces.
He hated when she got like this.
What, right?
More like indignant and snooty.
"Boom baby. And after you see what I have, you'll be more willing to come back and make more deals." Senior chuckles darkly as he curls his fingers, "things are coming up me today."
He groans as he looks anywhere except Harry. "Yay."
"That was fun." Senior snickers as he takes his glasses off and shakes his head.
"That was a lecture-"
Lectures, actually. Because if you think our Captain and my Prince aren't going to have words over this brainlessness you are lying to yourself.
He runs his hand through his hair sheepishly. "Anyways, be back later to check it out. We gotta go do shit. I'll let you know if we find anythin' ya'd be interested in." He jumps off the couch before he nudges Harry's leg.
"Have it your way, this time," Senior shrugs as he tucks the notebook into his robes near his chest and stands up, "I have a meeting anyways."
"What? With who?" He turns with a raised brow. "Why?"
"Wouldn't you like to know." He snorts as he starts down the hall.
"But- I do, like so much." He follows him, Harry completely forgotten in light of this treasure trove of possibilities.
Someone was already making deals?
Like leader of the Isle type deals?
That didn't bode well.
Senior shrugs, "it's like what happened last time, everyone wants to know if I care about this cesspit, and if I want to rule these fuckers, and if I don't want to rule, then who will I support? Blah blah blah blaaaaaaah."
He frowns, "so, like a meeting with a lot of 'em?"
"I received a lot of invitations over the last couple of days," Senior rolls his eyes, "At least the bird was interesting, the rest were just boring. But hey, the TV's out so, what's a god to do?"
The bird?
He frowns.
Shan Yu.
"You're meetin' with Yu?"
"Oh, I'm sure he'll be part of this. Not that he or any of them signed their names." Senior rolls his wrist absently, "mortals love to be 'sneaky'. You should know that." He looks him over pointedly.
That.
He wanted that.
All of that.
All the big threats.
One room.
All the rumors.
Everything they needed to know.
On one amazing platter.
T, stop drooling.
Right.
"I mean, well yeah." He shrugs, "But, like, where?"
Senior scowls, "What do I get for it?"
"Me not tailing you?"
"If I don't want you tailing me I can just knock you out." Senior points out, "So, what else ya got?"
"And risk killing me?"
"I also have Pain and Panic."
"And I have sleep darts."
Senior glares, "Welp," he starts rolling one sleeve up, "guess I'm risking it."
Harry turns wide eyes on him.
He crosses his arms as he stares at the god, "How am I supposed to provide entertainment, if I don't know where to start?" He grins.
"And I get another chance at the cuffs off."
"No."
"I literally only want off this fucking Isle T."
"And as much as I'd love that," He sighs, "She ain't gettin' them off right now. It's only been a week- ish."
"Next week she comes back out here." Senior pushes as he stubbornly crosses his arms over his chest.
"Four weeks."
"Next week."
"Rather you knock me out."
"Fair enough." Senior shrugs.
"Two weeks!" Harry snaps as he jumps in front of him mere seconds before the god would have been on top of him.
"Deal."
He turns to Harry with a raised brow.
That was different.
And unexpected.
"Jealous?" Senior snickers as he holds his hand out to shake with Harry.
"Fuck off." He rolls his eyes.
"Two weeks, you bring my Kitten here." Senior nods before he drops Harry's hand and turns to him, "Remember where you nearly pissed yourself?"
"I hate you." He glares, he turns and grabs Harry's arm. "We're done." He grumbles.
"I better not see you there!" Senior waves as they walk off.
"Tch," He scoffs, "Not my fault if you smell us."
"Well, I know better than to ask for the impossible."
He snorts, "Later."
When they reach the bottom of the stairs Harry turns to him, "So, what we be goin' with?"
He glances at him, "I can jus' tell 'em I did it. We both don't need to be labeled assholes."
"Nah mate," Harry sighs as he shakes his head before he walks towards town, "I did this. It be me keelhaul ta be facin'."
He frowns, "D ain't gonna want you ta bring her."
"I be makin' the deal, you don't fuck with Senior deals." Harry reminds him.
He frowns as he pauses and grabs Harry's arm, "Promise ya'll listen to her when she tells you to leave the room an' I'll drop it."
"I know what happens." Harry grimaces, "And I don'nah be likin' it, but I also don'nah be thinkin' I could be handlin' seein' that."
He scowls, "that ain't a promise."
Harry nods before he holds his hand up, "I swear ta be listenin' ta the Fire Princess."
He studies him for a moment, before he sighs, nods, and drops his arm. "Then consider it dropped."
"We actually followin' Senior," Harry asks as they step off the last step, "or we makin' for Hell Hall?"
"Both, duh." He rolls his eyes, "luckily they ain't far from each other."
Dead.
Can you imagine it though?
Yensid decking Adam in the face?
Delicious right?
Anyways, worried about where all the Little Little ones are?
Any theories?
Fears?
Concerns?
Fucking Freddie.
*snorts*
Gropin' on Uma as Celia dies of mortification.
Ya know, in our first write through it was only T on the Isle, but with every draft more and more people joined him.
Mostly because T has become more and more reasonable.
And yes, may I remind you, T had become a lot more reasonable.
Fuck, in our original version Faustina was just a cross dresser. Then I went bat shit, we rewrote the series and boom. Two personalities.
It's been super cathartic to write.
What are you thinking about T and F's interactions by the way? Is his claims that she's a giant bitch make more sense now?
Just wait for her to get comfortable with the others.
Gil might rethink his moniker.
T can be such a thoughtless idiot sometimes- but he was so distracted that Sr. agreed that he jumped before thinking.
Excited for that meeting by the way?
Speakin' of excited-
What do you think of Harry and T's bet?
How do you think that's going to end?
Much love and appreciation
-Twisted