Notes:
Hey Descendants!
Sorry this chapter is getting out so late. But guess what we're doing today.
Babysitting a baby Max! Momma needed some R&R so we told her to go sleep Z.z
He's been a great little man to have around. We're not getting as much writing done as we normally do, but I guess that's kind of a duh.
Anyway, last update T and Deez officially joined the family like only they could. Blood was spilled, hands attempted to be marked, and drink was had...
Are you ready for some Alcohol and Locks?
Lots of love!
-Dark-
(See the end of the chapter for questions.)
"I said heard." T lifts a brow as he looks up at Harry after he opens the door, already eyeing the bottles of different liquors lining his table. Jesus fucking Christ, he'd really pulled a number if Harry was seriously this concerned.
"An' I be ah wantin' ta know what ya be up to." Harry crosses his arms over his chest, "Ya be ah keepin' yer shit ah mystery long enough."
T frowns as Harry's eyes sweep over him, his mouth opening before he realized he really didn't have any more to hide. So instead he shrugs. "Faustina just wanted to fuck around with blendin' herbs an' alcohol and shit."
Harry sighs as he presses a hand to his chest, "Neptune's beard T, ya could be just ah sayin' that earlier."
"I did," T frowns as he crosses his arms over his chest defiantly.
"Oh no, ya ain'nah sayin' that." Harry glares as he leans against the door frame, "Ya be sayin' ya be fuckin' around with alcohol."
"Same difference." T shrugs. What in the fuck did Harry think he meant? He wasn't going to set alcohol on fire on a wooden ship. One he helped them repair no less. He sighs. What the fuck? He'd just joined the family for fucks sake, he wasn't about to do anything to jeopardize that so soon- He hoped. But nope. Couldn't even get through the first night. Great. This was going to be a completely different kind of hell.
"Like fuck it be," He crosses his arms over his chest again, "If ya be ah sayin' ya were gonna see what herbs and booze be ah doin' ya would'nah be dealin' with me right now." He sweeps his hand in the air between them, "It be called communication, and Uma be ah big believer in it."
"Huh." T blinks, "I'll work on it, heard, and feel free to go back to bed."
"Ya be ah doin' this shit ah purpose ta be ah fuckin' with me." He accuses with a shake of his head.
T lifts a brow, "Am not," He frowns at the accusation before it twists into a smile, "It's just a bonus byproduct."
"Oh aye, be ah pickin' on Number One here." Harry sighs as he lets his head fall back against the wall, "But seriously T, we know ya be mostly knowin' what yer ah doin' with the herbs, I don'nah be likin' the way ya be ah testin' shit an' hurtin' yerself, 'less that were ah lie before?" He looks down at him expectantly.
T moves his hand to his arm as he narrows his eyes at the floor. Internally, he wasn't sure what they'd done, fucking with that shit. He couldn't count the number of times that he'd passed out, broken out in blisters and rashes, or coughed up blood.
Not to mention feeling like he was nearly dying a handful of times at Evie's. Dealing with the pain and sickness that came every time Frollo made them drink- whatever that drink had been.
He grimaces. Then Faustina started taking it on her own, and refused to tell him what it was for.
"What I be ah sayin' 'bout this?" Harry's eyes darken as he pulls T's hand off his injured arm.
"Don't or something," T sighs.
"Aye," Harry nods sternly, "Don'nah be hurtin' yerself."
"Heard." T nods, "It was half a lie, I test the herbs, " Technically not a lie, "she fucks with them. But a lot of the time I just used it to cover the fact we were leaving." He mumbles as he kicks at nothing. "It was never anything I couldn't handle though."
Harry's eyes soften before he rests a hand on T's shoulder, "I do be knowin' ya can be ah handlin' it. But it be nice ta hear ya ain'nah bein' as scattered as ya be playin' at." He smiles as he cups T's cheek, "Ya know we be ah trustin' what ya be makin' an' givin' us, so, thank you for ah clearin' that up for me."
"Yeah, no problem." He casts his eyes down as he shifts his weight. "Sorry, an' thank you."
"Aye lad, I know this ain'nah bein' easy for ya. Learnin' ta be lettin' us be in the know. Ya be ah playin' yer damn mystery card so well for so long-" He grins, winking as he tilts T's head back and catches his gaze, "But ya be ah hookin' us, no need ta be mysterious now."
"Force of habit," T shrugs as he bites his lip. "I'll do my best to work on it." His hand twitches before he shoves both into his pockets.
Harry nods, "I be 'preciatin' that." He smiles before he tilts his head to the side, his eyes fixed to a spot on T's face before he blinks and shakes his head, "How mad ya be if I be ah kissin' ya right now?"
T's eyes furrow as he looks up baffled. "Why?" It was bad enough he'd touched them so much today. He still felt disgusting. So why the fuck would Harry still want to kiss him? He moves his hand to his arm as he continued to stare at him. It didn't make sense.
"Ah, cause I be ah wantin' ta kiss ya right now, and be lookin' ta see how much ire I be ah gettin' for it," Harry admits with a frown as he drops his hand from T's shoulder to knock his hand from his arm.
His eyes light up mischievously, "But if ya ain'nah gonna be ah answerin', I can be ah takin' me chances." He grins, moving his hand from his cheek to cup the back of his head.
T's eyes widen in surprise as Harry's lips caress his. His stomach twists oddly. So at odds with the disgust that suddenly reared up at the touch.
Why? T swallows. Didn't he get it? Didn't he understand?
It didn't make any sense. None of them fucking made the fuck were any of them okay with touching or being touched by them?
And why the fuck was he leaning into it? His hand absently moves to his stomach as if that would explain the new sensation.
Without breaking the kiss, Harry takes a step forward before pivoting with T to press his back to the wall by the door
T blinks. Fuck. Did he just moan? God, please let that have been Harry.
Harry smiles against his lips, his breath short and giddy as his fingers absently comb through T's short-cropped hair, making it fall like a messy red curtain in front of his eyes. His other hand searches for T's before he laces their fingers together.
When the fuck had Harry gotten so close?
His stomach does a peculiar flip. Had it been him to close the distance? He wasn't sure anymore.
He tries to grip his arm, only to find it pinned. Of its own accord, his other hand grips Harry's shoulder.
What the fuck was happening?