Guys.
Like guys.
I don't actually know if you know the fuck is going on with us, or if Dark is posting like I typically do where we just spray and pray you guys with chapters and no updates but-
Shit has been absolutely batshit crazy-
In all the ways.
Good. Bad. Weird. Amazing.
Blessings and lessons. Trust me it's been a motherfucking whirl-wind. Fuck, shit still hasn't really settled-
Not that that's any excuse for our shitty posting habits, but it is an explanation as to why we turned into a shit show over the last year. Cause man guys, shit has been one huge growing experience.
For instance, I found - Twisted *though, with this level of neurotic I feel like ya'll already knew that shit-
But anyways-
I found, ironically in this context, balance- Or at least am in the middle of finding it.
I don't know if any of you have picked up on this about me, but um, I'm kind've... Obsessive, is a word I guess. Tweaked-out-psychopath would be a better one though-
With writing.
Like, I steam-rolled the last decade our (Dark, Dark's husband, my husband, and, well the rest of the people we co-exist with) lives with it. If not with the Mask Series then with the Pie Series, which we unfortunately had to leave unfinished due to a complete and utter fuck-fest of my subconscious exploding into reality.
Subject for a completely different time- Though honestly for those of you who read these header's/intro's/extro's and whatever the fuck we write that isn't story related-
You get it. You're there.
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnyways-
The need for balance?
Look, I have known Dark since 2008.
Almost 2 fucking decades, yo. Two. Fucking. Decades-
And in those near-2 fucking decades, said Dark has only ever had one dream, singular.
One thing she wanted more than all else.
One miracle she'd spent her entire life waiting on.
*Sirens* Soapbox Alert *Sirens*
Here's the thing guys, as much as I bash the fuck out of the Catholic version of God in this fic, I am actually pretty damn spiritual and have a solid relationship with the most high.
Do I know how this relationship works?
No. No I don't.
But do I know it's solid?
Without a doubt in my damn heart.
Do I know why?
Not a fucking clue. Probably thinks I'm funny or some shit? Who knows? I don't. Just know we're solid, and when ya know, ya know.
*Jumps off Soapbox and wipes off hands on pants*
But, seriously back to task-
I don't know how much ya'll know/have retained of Dark's story but despite having to raise an 8, 10, and 12-year-old sibling after her mother passed away and her father checked out in all ways but physical when she was fucking 18, all this bitch has ever wanted was a kid of her own.
But like most things in life, the things we want most in life are usually the most difficult to obtain.
Despite her own struggles with fertility she stayed true to her position of matriarch when her youngest sister announced her first pregnancy at 17.
That one hurt.
For both of us.
(*quick sidenote* when I was 20 I gave up my daughter for adoption because over my dead fucking body was A] I was in any way capable or ready to raise a child, or B] Going to let my parents any the fuck near my child. For the record, there was a brief period I considered Dark and her husband but I can admit I was selfish in that regard. I was already going to be suffering the loss of my child, I didn't want to feel the loss of my best friend too. As in there was no way I would have been able to stay active in Dark's life if I had gone that route... so, you know...)
I distinctly remembering telling Dark's sister that she should consider adoption, to which her response was- "I love my baby too much, I could never just give them up like that."
Which, firstly, fair. None of my business. However, and also, you're seventeen and fuck you. (Not to say you can't be fully capable of raising a child as a child, but, in my very mutedly humble opinion babies shouldn't raise babies, but that's just me.)
*Not saying teenagers can't be good mothers; just saying Dark's sister wasn't/isn't*
Point and case, pretty much the minute Dark stopped helping her sis with the baby there were extenuating circumstances that got him taken away from the sister before the kid turned one.
*Fast forward to 2016*
We find out Sissy-poo is preggers for the second time, only this time she's like 23.
23 and still not ready for a fucking kid.
And god help me if I didn't tell her a second time to give that child up for adoption, because quite frankly it was the right thing to fucking do. And to no one's shock, she told me she loved her child too much and swore she'd never let another take them.
At the same time Dark took care of him for the first two months of his life mind you, so sissy-poo still really doesn't get it.
Sissy-poo plays wife-y for two and a half years but doesn't think before she cheats.
Shit fest ensues
*Fast forward to 2020*
Dark is around her middle nephew long enough to figure out he's autistic-
(I'm talking less than two weeks people, like this kid's parent's are definitely A+ all around)
-after sissy-poo moves in during her divorce.
Before divorce is even finalized sissy-poo's preggers with who-know-who's kid. Let's go with the easy one. Cause that's what we're pretty sure she did. Poor fucking bastard. My heart literally bleeds for Becca's dad, who's still too terrified to get a paternity test.
Which like fair-
Anyways.
Third time's the charm.
This time Sissy-poo gets preggers in Dark's place, with Dark basically raising the middle kid.
Fuck this story is convoluted, really hoping ya'll have been following the updates over the last 4 years-
But whatever
*fast-forwarding through 4 years of trauma and drama and pissing past every shituation Sissy-poo put us all through because I don't have a year to fucking write this intro*
Sissy-poo is in no condition to watch Child 3. The girl. Becca.
Someone, who is not me, genuinely, not trying to start that shit, legit called child services on her and Becca ended up in Dark's custady.
Nothing is finalized yet.
Nothing is in stone.
But that doesn't change jack shit about that little girl being Dark's miracle any less than it changes the fact that Dark is that Little girl's miracle.
To see them both together is purely magical and makes my heart hurt with happy.
Now, for the reason I went into all of that-
I know I fucking hate change.
Loathe it even.
But I also know change is what has to happen in order for this Little Girl to have a life that Dark nor I had. Is it going to be a strange life? Yes it is. Is that little girl going to be confused as fuck about family dynamics? She sure as fuck is.
But is that little girl ever going to question if she is loved?
Fuck no she is not.
Maybe not in the traditional sense, but by all other means that little girl is going to fucking shine like the damn star she is.
Because that little Girl is Dark's miracle.
And with that little girl being Dark's miracle that mean's a lot of adjustments are going to need to be made in order for us to make sure we can provide that starseed with all the nurturing and love we can to make sure we don't repeat any cycles.
Trust me guys, I'm scared too. So is Dark.
But we'll find a way to make this work.
To get this story finished while we carve out a new routine for Dark's wish to become reality.
But we also have to deal with a bunch of like research of legal crap to make this official too and it's definitely a long road a head of us.
That being said, we appreciate the shit out of your continued patience and with much love and many blessings
-Twisted
He curls around Deez with a groan, doing his best to ignore the light knocking.
"Damn it," Uma alerts as she squirms out of their pile, "what's wrong?"
"Aye," Harry agrees as he pulls himself to his feet, Faustina on his heels with Daniel in her arms.
"My Lord?"
Lord?
He frowns. Who the hell did Faustina call-
Nope.
He scrambles to his feet, protectively slipping between the god and Deez.
"Ew, do you have to, like, sleep like that?" Hades covers his eyes as his lips pull back in disgust.
"My Lord," Faustina greets too sweetly as she places an anxious Daniel down, frowning when he runs to hide behind him, "may I remind you that you are the one who chose to come into our chamber unannounced. Count it fortuitous we've taken to sleeping clothed." She blinks innocently.
Hades slams his hands over his ears, "Arachne! Please! I don't need that. Especially when I came to help." He gestures behind him, "I- I even knocked."
Faustina's lips twitches, "ah." She shakes her head, "be that as it may, my Lord, perhaps it would be wise to keep it in mind that there are those present that would rather not awake to your unbidden presence; lest you reinforce their desire for your absence."
"But-" Hades grunts as his eyes narrow, "fine. But now I have this thing that belongs in the forge, and I didn't want to go up there without permission-" he says the word strangely as if it were too foreign while also being painful, "so. Here I am. Asking. Can I please borrow Loverboy."
Uma stares at the god blankly, "What? Wait, why? No, what?"
"I'm sorry." Hades presses his hands to his temples, "were there actual questions in there?"
"Multiple." Uma glares, "the first bein' the fuck is wrong with you? Who the fuck asks for permission to- How is that more intrusive than waking us the fuck-up?"
His jaw drops at the twitch of Faustina's lips.
"I knocked. Isn't that what you're supposed to do? I mean, there are no doors, so I didn't even look in until Momma Squid started talking."
"Are you really that impatient, my Lord?"
"I'm beginning to feel tricked." Hades nods as he crosses his arms over his chest, "Beardy said he needed to get to work, but he expected my Kitten would join him soon, so I figured I'd give Loverboy something to do too."
His brow furrows, what the fuck would he possibly want from the god?
And what the hell did it have to do with the for-
"The anvil!" He blurts out as he steps forward.
"Yes! Thank you, yes! Someone understands what I'm trying to do."
"Uma?" He turns, too torn to make up his own mind.
On the one hand, it was the man who had spent his whole life torturing his Treasure.
On the other-
Fuck, what was wrong with him?
Surely he couldn't be so easily swayed, right?
But damn, that hammer sang.
And he really wanted the other half.
"I can't melt anything anymore," Deez whispers behind him.
"Oh." He frowns as his excitement dissipates at the cold truth.
A part of him, the artistic one, mourns the idea of using the full set.
"I thought about that while Beardy and I were digging through the rooms last night. We think, think," he emphasizes, "being the key word here, that we can build a forge oven and I can do what my kitten did and leave some of my fire behind for you."
"What?" He stares at the god, "Seriously? You'd- Why?"
"Yeah," Uma juts her hip, "why?"
"Isn't one of our creeds 'don't go looking for teeth?'" Faustina adds thoughtfully.
Harry sighs beside him, "It would be ah helpin' us, an' I be ah thinkin' it be makin' our Fire Princess feel better if weapons can still be ah gettin' made while she an' the Ol' Man be lookin' inta the curse."
Uma turns her glare on Harry, "you too?"
"I mean," Harry shrugs, "we ain'nah suppose ta look for teeth when we be ah gettin' somethin' good right now."
Uma's eye twitches, "not with him. There's always something to gain."
Deez slips around him, but before she can take more than a few steps, he puts a hand on her shoulder.
Like hell, he was letting her get too far right now.
"This, knowing Gil could still work metal, would mean a lot to me." She states firmly as she looks up at her father.
"I- I just," Hades sighs before he runs a hand over his face, "Loverboy is gonna mope, and that'd make everyone mope," he throws a hand in the air, "and then Arachne would bitch at me about it because, somehow, it'd be my fault." He gestures to her with an open hand, "and you. You do this thing where you get upset, and this time it really isn't your fault. And I don't want to touch that, but since I'm staying closer to you, it's stronger, or whatever, and I obviously don't know how to deal with that, or we wouldn't be in this mess to begin with."
He stares at the god in confusion.
Was he-
Was that a-
No.
There was no way Hades, fucking Hades, was trying to apologize.
Even Deez seemed confused as she took a half step back.
"My Queen, I think it would be impolite to deny a gift given in hopes of peace between us."
Uma takes a deep breath, "Faustina."
"Yes?" She turns to her curiously.
"Do you trust this?"
"At this moment, my Queen, I feel like my Lord is being more sincere than he is comfortable with."
"I think that, too." Deez adds quietly before she turns and looks up at him, "if you're okay with it, so am I."
"Really?" He asks, trying to keep his renewed hope at bay.
"I think it would help," she pauses as her eyes become glassy, "and I would feel better knowing you can work even if I can't."
He hugs her to him and kisses the top of her head. God, how much he loved her. He could see it. How much this hurt her.
How much it hurt to lose that part of their work.
"You'll still help though, right?" He asks hopefully, "I don't think I can do all of it alone."
"Ew, can you two not-"
A small thud echoes as Faustina smacks the god's arm, "Quiet. Now."
"Let me see if there's a way to fix me," she nods, "but even if there isn't, I'll still help where I can."
He cups her jaw as he thumbs away a stray lock of her silky hair, "thank you." he whispers against the top of her head.
"Speaking of fixing you," Hades points over his shoulder with his thumb, "Beardy is set up in Arachne's lab. You should go work on that."
His gaze travels to Faustina before his lip twitches, and he brazenly kisses Deez's lips, "catch you in a bit."
Deez blinks up at him before she nods.
"Gross, and you, lettin' him do that-"
"But I like it." Deez admits before she blinks and turns pink.
Uma snorts as Harry snickers at the god's look of utter dismay.
"Don't, ew, jus' ew." Hades shudders before he shakes his head.
"Faustina, why don't you join Senior and Gil before you start on your own projects."
Faustina nods as she steps closer to him with a smile, "of course, my Queen."
Hades pouts, "but why? She can be so-" he eyes Faustina before he huffs, "fine." He turns and lifts something, "lead the way, Loverboy."
He nods with a grin as he starts for the forge.
As unsure and uncomfortable, as he was about Angel's relationship to the God, he couldn't help but be pleased by the look of misery on Senior's face.
"Yensid?" She calls out when she walks into Faustina's lab, confused when she sees piles of books blocking her view.
How many books were in Yensid's bag? And how long had it taken him to pull them all out?
"Yes, I'm here." Yensid calls back, "though I understand your hesitation."
She jumps when a pile of books shifts beside her.
"My apologies," Yensid chuckles as he stands to his full height, "I was just gathering the last of my books. Between them and the ones we found at the temple, I am confident we can find answers."
Her father did receive a lot of books over the years.
"I was curious if it would trouble you if we garnered help from some of those on the ship that are strong readers," Yensid asks curiously, "I understand your need for privacy," he looks around the room, "but as you can see, there's quite a lot to pour over."
She nods, "if there are some who want to help, I don't mind. I just know everyone, I mean there's a lot to do."
"For those of you who stay on the cove, I agree. However, I know several of my students, who are wary of the Isle, would appreciate the challenge." He tilts his head, "and would be, in true Isle born fashion, eager to pay their 'debt' for being kept safe."
"Okay," she nods again as she picks at her nails, "um, do they also need to hear what happened or-"
"My dear girl no, they just need to know the specifications of the counter curse we are seeking. They don't even need to know it is for you, if you so choose."
She shakes her head, "that doesn't bother me."
Yensid strokes his beard, "I myself was thinking it for the best they need not know who it is. Many of those on the ship place much of their faith in you. It might scare them to know that you too aren't resistant to attack."
She blinks.
While she knew most of the isle had once feared her because of her flames, it never occurred to her that not having those flames could also scare them.
"I hadn't considered that, I just didn't want to talk about the cave to anyone," she sighs, "I know you need to know, but, other than that…"
He nods, "of course, my Dear, completely understandable due to the circumstances you were raised in. That being said," he bows his head, "I thank you for your trust in the matter. I know speaking of such things isn't easy, or to be taken lightly."
She tilts her head as she walks closer to join him at the table, "thank you."
"I would never betray your trust in such a way."
"I know. I just, also, know that knowledge can only come from understanding."
"Some things are best reiterated, I believe." He smiles as he pats the table, "but you are not wrong, there are some things, unpleasant as they be to speak, that I must know if we are to pursue the correct course."
She pulls herself up to sit beside him before she takes a deep breath, "where should I start?"
Yensid steeples his fingers in front of him as he takes a deep breath, "as with most things, I believe the beginning, I will let you know when more details are needed as we need not go through the extent of what you have suffered."
She nods, "something felt weird even before the moon went dark. But not, like, the ritual wrong. I thought I heard someone singing-"
She continues explaining, grateful he didn't seem to need to hear anything more about the blows she'd been forced to watch herself give Gil.
There wasn't much to say about her puppet walk across the Isle. Most of it she couldn't even remember, and the parts she could were filled with cold terror and helplessness.
He also didn't seem all that interested in the song Mim sang, once she'd been able to make out the words.
And only a direct question could make her describe what she'd seen on the altar.
"She had the book, and the weird blade, smoke I was choking on, something in a bowl that she flicked on me, but something felt weird. I was there. I couldn't move or anything, but it felt like she needed me to do something."
"I see," Yensid frowns, "unfortunately the paralysis you endured is quite common in dark rituals, the wielders tend to rather enjoy their victim's suffering… Interesting that you could feel her desire for you to react in a certain manner-Which, I assume, was you, for lack of a better term, lighting up?"
She nods, "She kept pretending to stab me, talking about what she was going to do to me, and she got angry that I didn't try to stop her. But, then my father came in-"
She swallows heat in her throat. She still wasn't sure what to make of that mess.
"-and then I saw T. But so did she, and she threw a knife at him." She shakes her head, "and that's when I tried to burn her. She smiled about it. Smiled and stabbed as hard as she could. And it burned when she did it. I remember seeing the flames on the blade and thinking that I'd burned her, but, then, it was like all my fire was being sucked out of me. Through the blade."
Yensid lets out a deep sigh, "as with everything in this situation, I'm sorry you had to experience such an evil scheme. To endure such torment only to… I'm sorry, my Dear. You are remarkable in your perseverance." He praises sincerely. "I can only imagine how terrified you must have been, and I am gravely sorry for the deeds done against you." He places a hand over hers and squeezes. "Knowing that it was the blade that extracted your fire is invaluable knowledge, however, and certainly helps significantly narrow things to a more manageable degree."
He waves his hand, the books around him shuffling before a multitude of them start hovering and head behind the pile she'd found him in.
"That is a lot less books." She takes a deep breath before she wipes her face against her shoulders.
"Indeed," He smiles at her encouragingly. "You are wise beyond your years, Deez, and just as brave. I am proud of you for being able to share such information so calmly. As always, you and your chosen family never fail to impress me with your adaptability, and understanding of the levels of importance."
"I do have a pretty awesome family," she shifts awkwardly and grabs a book, "but I don't feel very brave. Then or now."
"Most don't. It is perfectly natural to be scared, but still be brave. I know it might sound like an oxymoron, but even I feel that way in the face of peril."
She peeks out over the top of the book, "really? But you're you."
"Indeed," he smiles, "but I am not without my weaknesses and faults. It would be foolhardy to not feel scared in such circumstances, Deez, even the bravest of warriors have their doubts and hesitations."
She bites her lip as her gaze falls back on the pages of her book.
Yensid tilts his head before he once more waves his hand, the words shifting on the page until she can actually read them.
"Yeah," she scrunches her nose as she looks up, blushing at being caught pretending to read, "this makes a lot more sense now, thank you."
Yensid's lip twitches, "you are much more courageous than you give yourself credit for, my Dear. I am often amazed by how much you've grown since you first came to my doorstep. Not to say you weren't audacious then, it took much daring and trust for you to do so."
"Not really, it mostly just took Carlos."
"Oh?" He strokes his beard, "I don't believe he's the first one who knocked at my door."
"Yeah, but he wanted to."
"But you were the one bold enough to do so. Just because one makes an act of boldness for another doesn't make it any less valorous. You did something no one else dared to do. You even shared tea with me upon your first visit, I remember. That took courage, and a large bit of resolve, I would imagine. Do not sell yourself so short, my Dear."
She had been terrified back then, but at the same time, she'd know there was just something different about him.
Something that she liked.
Carlos wanting to know more about science and learning had really just been a bonus.
Is that what bravery was? Knowing what you want and, even when you're scared, working as hard as you can to make it happen?
She found lots of things that others did to be brave.
Gil punching Junior.
Faustina squaring off with her father.
Uma trying to become the ruler of the Isle.
"Huh," she smiles as she looks up, "you are really good at taking the way I see something and turning it around, so I can see how I look to others."
"My Dear," he places a hand to his chest, "I am centuries old, I know value when I see it, even if said person of value is blind to their own virtues. You are wise for your years, yes, but you are still young."
"And learning." She nods.
Yensid smiles brightly, "there is an old adage I rather favor, in which it says 'once you stop learning, you stop living'."
"I like that."
"Even with all my years, I've never stopped yearning to advance my knowledge. I am happy to hear your desire is still healthy. For once that sense of purpose ends, what is the point of continuing? To run in circles? I think not."
She frowns, "running in circles is no fun."
And yet, sadly, that's exactly what she felt they were doing.
They were running a never ending circle of just trying to keep things going.
Protect.
Salvage.
Build.
Survive.
There had to be a way to break the cycle, "if this is a curse, can it be fixed anytime?"
"Hmm," Yensid narrows his eyes, "there's no guarantee that is the case, as some rituals call for certain elements. Whether it be the time of day, the weather, the right herbs and the sort."
"So, there are rules, but if it takes us months to figure out we could still fix it then?"
"I certainly hope it won't take that long, but, to answer your question, there is no statute on reversing this particular curse, lest Gil's or another of your chosen kin's kiss would have already lifted it."
She nods before she stares at the book.
"May I inquire as to the nature of that question?"
She bites her lip as she looks back up, "I'm not saying I'm not important or anything, but we have a lot we need to do. I can see the strain on Uma."
"Dear Girl, you and your abilities are of more import than you seem to realize." He leans closer, "without them your family's focus will be divided, the morale on the ship lost, your father's patience withered."
"I know, I'm not saying we stop, I just," She takes a deep breath before she looks around at the still overwhelming amount of books, "if we have to do something else, this will still be okay to come back to. I just, I don't want us to keep running in a circle trying to do everything at once."
"Ah," Yensid sits back in his seat, "indeed it would be, as will most likely be the case. But don't allow yourself to believe you are any less important than those you seek to protect."
"We're all Isle borns'," she smiles, "and we're all trying to protect each other now."
"Wise words from a wise girl," Yensid nods proudly.
This was weird.
Like, bizarre.
Like, insane even.
Not once in a million years did he ever expect Senior-
The god who had tortured and tormented his Treasure-
Who had treated him like nothing time and time again-
Who had always been amused by their suffering-
Who had worked against them with their parents-
To acknowledge him, let alone ask for his opinions.
He wasn't sure he liked it.
Or even believed it was what was happening.
It had to be some fucked up dream.
Which was weird in itself because every time Senior had shown up in his sleep it had quickly become a nightmare.
A reminder he wasn't strong enough.
That he wasn't good enough.
That he would never be able to save Deez from the god currently, albeit awkwardly, asking him anything.
Period.
Even his dealings with the God while he was awake were rough and far and few between.
Half of which the god had barely paid him mind except to insult or goad him.
"Right." Senior grunts as the room dims once more, "okay, okay, okay, so I know you wanted the flames open, but they don't seem to want to stay. Sheesh, twenty years of abstaining from my fire has me in full atrophy, damn things won't do what I want." He flexes his free hand, wiggling his fingers as he continues, "so, might I suggest I pull Beardy up here, so we can get his thoughts on it."
"I don't wanna distract him from what he's doin'…" He frowns.
He wasn't quite sure exactly what Yensid and Deez were working on, but, he knew it was important.
He turns to Faustina who up to this point had done little but shoot varying glances of approval and disapproval at the god. "What do you think?"
Faustina turns to him thoughtfully. "I don't think the open concept that you had with Deez is going to work with an unattended flame."
He frowns.
"Hmmmmmm, wait. Let me see that fireball thing she made-" Senior holds his hand out expectantly.
He frowns as he grasps his orb protectively.
Faustina says nothing as she places her own flickering ice-blue orb in the god's hand before she steps back. "Thoughts, my Lord?"
Ugh.
He wasn't sure when that started, but he was not okay with it.
Like at all.
The lord thing, fine, whatever, he got it.
But 'my'?
Not a fan.
"Well, I could do something like this, except it would have to be bigger." Senior glares at the orb, "how much space do you think you need if I were to make a tunnel into the center?"
He frowns as he looks around, before Faustina offers him T's blade.
"Oh, yeah." He nods, "like a bit longer than this and like-" He stretches his arms out, "this wide."
Senior nods slowly without blinking.
"It would also probably be helpful to raise the anvil's resting place and the height of the cavity he will be working." Faustina offers thoughtfully, "it's back-breaking enough without having to bend."
He looks at Faustina in horror, "no, that's okay!"
How the hell did she have the balls to ask for more than the god was already giving?
"Pfft, that's easy. But this," Senior looks over at the small pile of Deez's sand in the corner, "I'm gonna need a whole lot more sand.
"I've got it!" He offers so quickly, he cringes. "I mean, if that's what you need."
"Just let me know where to start working on the rest while you're gone, Loverboy."
He frowns as he looks around the hollowed-out cove, "uh…" He turns to Faustina, "thoughts?"
"Many," Faustina tilts her head, "but on this topic? I believe it would be best to add your forge to the opposite wall of the stairs. It would prevent the sea and the wind from the most amount of interference and allow you the space you need to cool down. I doubt, my Lord's fire will be as forgiving as our Constellation Chaser's. And it's closest to the pulley system you need to draw water."
He nods emphatically, "yeah." He grins.
"No. No, no no," Senior holds up a finger, "don't make her the boss. You're the boss here, Loverboy, not her."
"What?" He stares at the god blankly, "But-"
"Oh for me sake," Senior drags his hands down his face, "is she the boss now? Are you really gonna leave me with her?"
"I mean, I don't like it either, but it would take her forever to bring up the sand…"
"Don't worry, my Lion, between my Lord and me, we will have you the best forge ever constructed in Auradon."
"Well, duh, that was never a question." Senior rolls his eyes before he sighs, "fine, come on Arachne. Loverboy, get the sand."
"Right!" He turns.
Now that.
Being bossed around by the god? That he could at least understand.
*Snorts* Fucking Gil, Tina, and Sr are an awesome trio to have in a scene together.
Gil is just so bewildered, and Senior? Just so beautifully awkwardly uncomfortable. It's fucking fabulous.
Fuck, how much the God dislikes the thought of Tina being the project manager-
Though, can you blame him?
Tina seems like the type to be a hypercritical micromanager… Which eeew.
Not to say that Yensid and Deez scenes are any less fucking awesome.
I always love those two together. Their conversations are usually so insightfully delightful.
And if anyone can get through to D about how important she actually is, it's gotta be the centuries old mage.
Dead.
Fucking Sr. waking up the Fam was just priceless.
And look-it that, it's been a while since we had two Gil PoVs in the same chapter!
Thoughts?
Questions?
Concerns?
Feelings?
Much love and appreciation
-Twisted