We Wear The Mask

Messenger

Notes:

Hey Descendents!!!

I usually wait until the end to post our rl news, but I'm so excited!!! Twisted and Her husband got the house that's only 15 minutes away!!!!! Yay!!! Happy Dance!!!!

*Clears Throat*

And now, the chapter I promised...

(See the end of the chapter for .)

Chapter Text

Another week goes by...

T growls as he wipes the dust off of his shoulders, the smell of the catacombs still ripe in his nose as he sneaks past the frantic imps one final time before making his exit. Where the fuck was Hyades if she wasn't with the Rotten four, or the Crypt? He frowns as he makes his way past the danger signs.

Could she be at the strange house again? He dismisses the thought. She only went there at night. With nothing else he can think of, he starts searching for any sign. A singed rock, a long white and blue hair... Anything. After some searching, he finds a small bare footprint trail leading towards the shore.

With a sigh, he heads in that direction. What a pain in the ass.

And to think after all this time of avoiding her all it took was one crestfallen glance from Gil to have him hunting high and low for the MIA fire goddess. He shakes his head as he continues following the barefooted prints.

He was such a sucker when it came to Gil, and it wasn't funny. He wasn't dying to correct either. It was a conflicting feeling. But what wasn't lately? He rubs his scarred stomach. What the fuck had he been thinking? She could have stabbed him. He lets out a bark of laughter as he shakes his head. What was done was done, and he'd apparently thrown her off enough to get what he wanted in the process. Permission to chill.

He finds her sprawled out on a blanket, a good distance from the water, with her writing tools. T has to force himself to hold back a groan. He silently walks up behind her and climbs a post. He slowly crouches forward to block out her meager sun.

Hyades blinks at the slight change and looks out over the ocean at the grimy sky.

"It's dangerous to chill at places like this alone you know..." T frowns as he stands at full height and crosses his arms.

With a gasp Hyades rolls off the blanket and stands, facing T. "Gods. You scared me."

"Welcome to my world." T states dryly. "Who just hangs out at the beach by themselves?"

Hyades narrows her eyes as she looks the stranger over, "T?"

"That's the fucking last time I assume you spend all your free time in a crypt." He hops down. "Sup?"

"Uh... Not much?" She frowns, "Um, why were you looking for me?"

"Uh because it's been three weeks since you've chilled with the sea three and they're all kinda drivin' me nuts... Ta be honest," He shifts awkwardly, "Well that, and ta uh, apologize, I guess, for ya know, tossin' yer ass down a well..."

"Apologize?" Hyades rolls her eyes, "Yeah right. You saved Mal and Uma's groups from getting burnt. If anything, I'm sorry for burning- Oh, did you get the box? I uh, I kind of figured you were avoiding me so I sent it with Gil."

"Oh I totes got the box, Gil is an excellent messenger. The well was different, I liked it."

Hyades shrugs, "Like I said in the letter, I couldn't figure out a way to say thanks, sorry, and glad to finally meet you." She wraps her arms behind her back, "So yeah, I made the well outta glass. Sorry if it's weird."