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licnscarred‌:

The noise he makes has her head turning slightly to look at him. Figuring him out is a challenge, and not one he makes easy. He’d gone from being intense and quiet to… maybe not a bad guy? It’d be nice to get to know what actually goes on in that mind of his, but she isn’t sure that he’ll actually grant that privilege. Not yet, at least. Eventually she realizes that the staring and thinking might be getting strange, before turning her gaze back to the stars above her. Today has been… a lot. It’s starting to hit her a bit more now.

His conditions for coming here are pretty solid ones. If she had a secret place like this and showed it to someone, she wouldn’t want them to bring others either. Lucky enough for him, there really isn’t anyone she can think of telling or bringing anyway. “ – Thank you. I appreciate it.” It’s sweet that he’s willing to share this space with her when she needs it. “I won’t let anyone know.” Her eyes move towards him again, a small smile as she raises her hand. Pinky extended in his direction. She doesn’t know if he’ll entertain the gesture, but it makes it feel more solid to her. “I promise.”

He turns to look at the finger extended at him, unsure exactly of what needed to be done. It doesn't take long for him to figure it out, remembered he'd seen it done before. Extending his own to interlock with hers. He values her word more than the gesture but he figures it's her way of sealing the promise and he respects that. To each their own or whatever.

The distant music, the chilly night air, the faint view of the galaxy above, the twinkling stars-- her company-- are enough to almost lull him to sleep. His hand returning to rest on the back of his head as he shuts his eyes and let his worries be washed away. The fear of him falling asleep earlier on now gone, certain with an atmosphere like this there’s no doubt she could fall asleep too. It was safe enough, he’s done it before and he’s always woken up intact and untouched. “You can close your eyes if you want to... and just... reflect.”

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        To most, sure — rain sledding seemed like a pretty dumb thing to do. Yet Snow White, who was notoriously known for her positivity and sunshine behavior, always made the best of even the gloomiest days. It was her goal to show him what a fun time could me. It was clear to her that he may have needed it. 

        With a bright smile from cheek to cheek, she calms her excitement down before explaining on. “Well, first, you need the rain — obviously,” Dove could’ve snorted at her own joke, “and then second a sled. Or some type of board you can slide down on. Are you in? I can go first to show you!” 

For some, her smile would be infectious, but Wei acknowledges it only with indifference. Well, of course the first thing had been obvious, but did they have enough of it to ensure this activity would be smooth sailing? Perhaps there was another part of Auradon with a heavy out pour they can go to. Then he looks around for the second item. He didn’t have a board, certainly not a sled. Who has uses for those?... Well she probably did.

“I’m in.” This would probably be the safest thing he’s done in a while. A... change from his usual hobbies. Perhaps, maybe she could even teach him a thing or two about positivity and optimism while they’re at it. “Where are we getting the boards?”

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“THIS IS ABSOLUTELY FINE! WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR AFTER ALL?” Really he didn’t-- wouldn’t mind paying for her at all. He’s sure she would’ve done the same thing given the chance. And his work wasn’t all that hard, a bit of heavy lifting here and there. It wasn’t really that heavy at all for him. But he doesn’t push, doesn’t want to make her feel obligated to take it. He’ll find another way later on to treat her. Maybe they could go for dinner after? “I am not doing this because I feel I have to, I am doing this because I want to.” He makes a little effort to nudge the hand with the money towards her.

“We can share a large popcorn bucket if you are up for that. Plus a packet of maltesers we can put on top. Oh and do not forget the ice tops! I will have the chocolate mint. Now are you sure you do not need my money?”

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licnscarred‌:

The entire situation feels like something in a movie, or maybe a dream. The view itself makes this wonderful, especially accompanied by the music. Everything from earlier disappears from her mind, erased so she can put effort into remembering exactly what this looks like. She doesn’t know when she’ll see this next, if again. It’s something she doesn’t want to forget. 

She doesn’t realize that he’d even left in the first place. It’s a surprise for her when she turns to his voice and sees the sleeping bags. There isn’t any hesitation as she walks over, seating herself on one of the bags. Following his lead, she lays back and looks up at the sky. “ – It’s really beautiful here.” The words come out a bit quieter than she means for them to, but her tone is still just as enthusiastic. Stargazing is an activity that she never partook in enough, she realizes now. With a smile, her head turns to the side to look at him. “I’m really glad you brought me here.” It seems weird to gaze at him for too long, and she goes back to looking at the sky. “I guess if you’ve changed your mind and decided that you do want to kill me, I won’t mind as much after seeing this.”

Moving his hands so they rest behind his head now, he could fall asleep like this. And he would have as he had done many of times before if she wasn't here. Not risking falling asleep in case she decides she wants to go home and not wake him, then end up getting lost in the woods and murdered for real. He couldn't have that, among many other things, on his conscience. It really was beautiful out here. A great place to clear the mind. he was fortunate enough to have found it and laid claim before anyone could... But then again, if he did murder someone for it, he wouldn’t have told her.

There’s a little grunt that comes out of him at the comment, but if you listen closely enough it could almost resemble a low, small chuckle. “I’m not going to kill you.” Though the more she brings it up, the more he feels inclined to. He lets a few minutes pass by without saying anything, just looking up at the beauty of it all and taking in everything. A deep breath as he closes his eyes. Normally he wouldn’t let anyone see himself in such a vulnerable state but she had shown and made known a part of herself to him, the least he could do was let his shell chip just a little. “If you ever just need some time to yourself, you’re always free to come here... Just,” he opens his eyes and turns to look at her, “Don’t let anyone else know about it.”

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To say Heath was prepared for what was coming next was a complete and utter overstatement- Sure the situation had run through his mind countless nights, lying awake in bed wondering what could come of them. Would he be doomed to relive his father’s story himself? Achieve worse? All the hands of cousins he had only ever laid his eyes on from afar for mere seconds at a time. The concept of them rattling his brain into a frenzy he’d always walk away from quick. The idea of Hugo, Hector & Hercie all stealing what little sense of security he had in Auradon.

Yet here he was- distracting himself by nurturing a cigarette quietly around his lips and sketching against the trunk of a tree with ease. The stress of this new life was gradually dissolving as the minutes passed, strokes of his pencil and the inhale of smoke only bringing more relief. He wasn’t just Hades’ son, Mal’s new brother, or another vk- just living in that moment, as Heath. 

His head was down as he took in the crisp fall air and smoke, scenery on the pages of his notebook just short of a few ravens & crows when he heard footsteps and crunch of leaves among the quiet wild life. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, pulling his bag closer to himself and hoping for some privacy, some peace. The last thing he wanted in that moment was another person around him. It was hard enough trying to acclimate to his new surroundings with his mother’s help, and now she was back under again, leaving him to his own devices with Hadie. He might just crack if another person irritates him soon enough.

Hector had overheard that one of Hades’- or was it all of them?- children was finally in Auradon. The one uncle he’d always wanted to meet, in spite of the history his father has with him. Hector had never been concerned about the quarrel between Hades and his parents, thinking it wasn’t his business to get involved. Hades had done nothing to Hector and so he had no grudge against him. He wasn’t his father so why should he take their conflict as his own?

It doesn’t take long for Hector to track down this particular child. All he had to do was ask around, and thanks to his charmingly sweet personality- and intimidating build- people were more than happy to answer. It wasn’t that he was obsessed with Hades’ children, he just wanted to make his cousins feel welcome. Having born and raised in the Isle and then suddenly coming here? It must be such a culture shock. And Hector wants to make them feel comfortable as much as possible. 

Following the directions set out to him by the Auradonians, he eventually nears a figure leaning against a tree. Hector hesitates in approaching for a brief moment fearing that he might be intruding on this boy’s quiet, personal time. But everyone always made time for him, so no doubt this boy will too. Standing now only inches away from the boy, he clears his throat, “EXCUSE ME? DO YOU HAPPEN TO BE ONE OF HADES’ CHILDREN?”

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licnscarred‌:

Scarlet doesn’t realize that his words are a joke because of the serious delivery. All she does in response is nod because, in reality, it does seem like it’s just a myth. What he says does give her the idea that maybe his dad was similar is some ways to hers. She won’t ask though. That’s a very personal matter that she isn’t quite ready to try and find out yet. Maybe eventually, if she actually sees him outside of this and laundry ever again.

Her eyes are stuck on him, especially since she can see that he keeps looking outside. It makes her wonder what exactly he was looking for out there. Watching as he speaks and stands, confusion is sparked in her again. “ – Where are we going now?” She asks, though she really isn’t expecting an answer. He seems to enjoy the mystery of not answering her when she asks where they’re going. Still she stands, looking out the window and realizing how dark it is now. It feels like a bad idea to follow him out, but she reminds herself again that if he wanted to kill her, he would’ve by now. Exiting behind him, she looks up at the sky. The sight distracts her from the cold and any lingering suspicion. “Oh, wow.” The statement is soft, a little awe-struck at the night sky. She hadn’t really stopped to take it in since she moved here. Now she is, and it makes her happy. “Look at all the stars!”

It seemed tonight the stars aligned, though Wei seemed just a little annoyed at the full moon for being too bright. If it wasn’t so, she could’ve seen the galactic centre clearly. Though it was still there, subtle, visible if you squint hard enough. Yet Jupiter and its moon were bright enough for her to see, along with the billion other stars that accompanied them. The sound of Ella Fitzgerald singing ‘Dream A Little Dream Of Me’ is faintly heard from inside the cubby. Wei looks up to the view. He’s seen it hundreds of times before and it still never fails to amaze him. How vast the universe was. Yet here he was stuck with the worse luck.

As she’s distracted, Wei walks back to the cubby house and fetches the both of them sleeping bags. Placing it right in the centre where the branches don’t get in the way, he gestures for her. “This will help so you don’t strain your neck.” He plops himself down on one of the bags, just lying there watching the stars like he’s done many times before. 

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His words make her laugh quietly, though she isn’t sure why. Maybe it’s because she’s never really had anyone else call her dad shitty but… Well, her. “ – Shitty is the understatement of the century.” Scar had always been the kind of parent that she never wanted to be for her own kid - if she ever had them. The idea of messing up a child as badly as her dad messed her up wasn’t exactly appealing. Though she could never imagine herself hurting her kid in any of the ways her dad did. “Try evil. Or sadistic.” Another shrug. “Does anyone really have a good dad though?” Maybe he did. That’s another thing unknown to her about him.

Sometimes feelings get the best of us… That’s exactly what she hates about having feelings at all. How easily they take over everything. “Yeah, well, sometimes I wish they bad ones go away.” After a moment, she smiles slightly. “That’s why I try to be nice to everyone. I’d like to think that sometimes I can make someone feel better by being nice… I don’t know if I’m really doing that good of a job though.” She can’t read people’s minds. And when she looks at him; she wishes she could.

Wei nods in acknowledgement saying nothing else as she further comments. He could say the same thing about his father, but he’d made it clear a long time ago Yu was only neglectful... With a dash of abusive... And a sprinkle of manipulative. The topic of his father wasn’t something he’d like to open up about, at least not yet. Sure, it had been years since they last saw each other, but the trauma of it all was still there. And it was to stay buried in the back of his mind unless someone digs it out of him. “Good fathers are a myth.” He says with a straight face despite it being a joke. Though maybe he believed it himself.

Another glance to the outside saves him from having to answer her statement phrased question. The sun had set and was out of sight, replaced now by the moon in its complete beauty. How convenient that it was a full moon tonight. He would tell her that she was doing a great job despite the first few weeks of it being irritating. Though that was only because of who he was as a person; a normal person would probably appreciate it more than he does. “Come.” An order almost as he stood up from the mattress. Cranking the gramophone again before he makes his way outside. It’s much darker and colder, and if this had been a horror movie, she was for sure going to die in the next few minutes.

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licnscarred‌:

He takes his place back down on the mattress after making sure to crank the gramophone to its limit so he didn’t have to keep standing up. His gaze shifts from her to outside, watching as the sun slowly sets. A little impatient for the night to finally arrive for his surprise hasn’t ended yet. He gives a grunt of acknowledgement at her comment not knowing how else to reply. He wasn’t much of a talker as established.

In an attempt to clear the silence, and make the passing of time less awkward for the both of them, he speaks, “Why were you crying?” He understands it to be a personal question so he doesn’t expect much from her; she could tell him as much or as little she wanted. Sitting up straighter after the question was asked as if trying to shift the mood a little bit. He wanted her to know that this was a safe space and whatever she says, he wouldn’t judge her for. At least not vocally.

Scarlet’s eyes move with him when he walks back to the mattress. There’s always been some curiosity surrounding him, especially since she’s never really heard him speak before today. The most she knows about him is that he comes here, and that’s the kind of music he listens to. There’s so much more that she doesn’t know, but she wants to know. Thoughts about him are interrupted by his voice. The question was expected, but any answer she had thought to give seems to leave. “ – It’s stupid.” Hands wring together uncomfortably for a moment before she forces them to still. 

Instead of sitting beside him on the mattress, she opts to keep standing across from him. It’s just in case getting too close would weird him out now. “I thought I saw my dad in the hallway. He’s not supposed to know where I live. I got scared because I thought he found me. And then I felt stupid and overwhelmed for being scared of nothing.” A deep exhale follows. He already saw her crying, so what is oversharing going to hurt? “I, uh… don’t want him to find me, ‘cause I know he’d be angry. Probably make me go back with him, or scream at me, or…” Maybe finally kill me. She doesn’t feel like finishing those words out loud. It’ll turn into a ramble far too quick. There’s a shrug of her shoulders, almost in an attempt to pass it off as nothing. “Like I said - it’s stupid.”

It might be stupid, he thinks, but it’s better than sitting here in awkward silence. He’s almost grateful she didn’t sit next to him. Still after everything, he finds it uncomfortable whenever anyone got close to him, physically or emotionally. Having grown up not knowing how to handle any of it; his father was too busy to teach him how to function like a normal human and his mother, well who knows where the hell she was. He notices her hand wringing and he almost smiles as he’s reminded of himself years ago. It wasn’t a time he’d ever go back to.

Brows furrow ever so slightly as he listens. Deducting she never had a great relationship with her father, something he can relate to as well. Not that he’d ever tell her that. At least not yet. “If he’s as shitty as you make him sound from that.. you had every right to be afraid.” Though he doesn’t care much to know about her. If she was to share then it’s at her own discretion. Wei wasn’t going to play therapist and ask her a hundred questions to solve how he could make her feel better. There are professionals for that. But for a brief moment he wonders whether she’d gone through similar experiences to him regarding her own father. It was something he needed to talk about- to release- the trauma of it all. “Sometimes feelings get the best of us, that’s all.” And it’s the reason why he was trained not to have one in the first place.

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Scarlet is starting to realize that he doesn’t say much, so she’s fine with the simple response now. It makes more sense as an explanation behind why he never really spoke much to her when she saw him before. It definitely makes her feel better than thinking that it was because he thought she was annoying. But then again, if he didn’t like her, he probably wouldn’t have brought her here in the first place.

Her gaze is focused on the items in there rather than on him, but she is listening as he speaks. There’s a medium pause between the end of his sentence and the beginning of hers. “ – It’s a really nice spot, I can see why you’d come here.” It crosses her mind to wonder what he might think about when he’s here, though those questions will likely remain unasked and unanswered. She reaches out to pick something up when she realizes that he’s standing again. The movement causes her to turn again to face him, watching what he’s doing quietly instead. The hand she was going to use comes up to rest on her opposite shoulder now instead, rubbing the spot underneath it gently as a way of comforting herself. The music is nice in her ears - not something she’d listen to on her own really, but she’s more than okay with it while she’s with him. At least it helps. “Of course. You don’t need to ask.” Another weak smile is flashed in his direction as reassurance.

He takes his place back down on the mattress after making sure to crank the gramophone to its limit so he didn’t have to keep standing up. His gaze shifts from her to outside, watching as the sun slowly sets. A little impatient for the night to finally arrive for his surprise hasn’t ended yet. He gives a grunt of acknowledgement at her comment not knowing how else to reply. He wasn’t much of a talker as established.

In an attempt to clear the silence, and make the passing of time less awkward for the both of them, he speaks, “Why were you crying?” He understands it to be a personal question so he doesn’t expect much from her; she could tell him as much or as little she wanted. Sitting up straighter after the question was asked as if trying to shift the mood a little bit. He wanted her to know that this was a safe space and whatever she says, he wouldn’t judge her for. At least not vocally.

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It’s surprising to think that all of this was just discovered by accident. To find a place that looked like this would be akin to a miracle for her. She’s always had a small enjoyment for anything scenic, and this counts in her book. “ – You’re super lucky that you found it. It’s really nice. Thank you for showing me.” Eyes settle on him again while she speaks. Sometimes it feels hard for her to take her eyes off him. For convenience sake, she’s just going to chalk it up to the fact that she’s still a little on edge and wants to make sure he doesn’t do anything weird.

That’s the second time that ‘be careful’ has been thrown out there, and it makes her smile. If he knew her better, then he’d get to know how clumsy she is. It’s a surprise she hasn’t tripped up and made a fool of herself in front of him yet, but she’s grateful for it. Entering the house makes her glad that she is small since it just makes it feel bigger. “It kinda reminds me of a pillow fort. But, like, better.” There’s no concern from her about the possibility of it collapsing. There are items inside that she’d love to pick up, but she doesn’t want to touch anything without asking. It feels rude. “Do you spend a lot of time here?”

“Okay.” A response fit enough to acknowledge her gratitude, he thinks. By now she would know that he isn’t a man of many words. It’s amazing how his vocal chords still work considering how much he uses them- which is barely, if at all. But she seems much more relaxed now, and he’s grateful for it. Sure he may not say much, but his actions say otherwise. And how did that saying go again? Action speak louder than words.

He makes his way to the far end of the room, sitting on the air mattress he’d bought from the op shop and watches her as she finds amazement in the small.. fort, as she called it. “This is my private spot for thinking. But it has many other uses too. It’s okay you can touch... just.. be careful.” It was human nature after all to be curious and to touch things, feel how they worked. He could sense she wanted to and he’d let her. He wouldn’t have allowed her in the first place if he didn’t want her to. Then he stands, moving to a small table where a gramophone sits. Cranking it’s handle to power it on, music begins to emit from its speakers. It’s a nice little ambient sound, something calming and soothing. “Music okay?” 

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Haakon: This is child abuse and neglect!

Scarlet: Stop expecting so much from me you expect me to support a child while working at target????

Haakon: YOU'RE THE ONE WHO DECIDED TO BIRTH ME. YOU'VE BEEN OFFERED COAT HANGERS ALL THE TIME WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE ONE.

Scarlet: I SEE ENOUGH HANGERS AT WORK. I DON'T NEED ANY IN MY HOUSE.

Haakon: thEN WHY DIDNT YOU DO IT WHILE YOU WERE AT WORK

Scarlet: YOU WISH YOU WERE BORN IN A TARGET?????

Haakon: I WISH YOU ABORTED ME IN A TARGET!!

Scarlet: OH MY GOD. I'm disowning you.