[✔︎] 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 ✫ DESCENDANTS TWO ⁵

f i v e: hector barabossa

"I don't know if you're being sarcastic or you actually want us here." Heather said, sitting across from Quinn. "It's hard to tell with you."

"I've been told." Quinn said. "But I do love company, even if it's yours."

"I don't know if that's a compliment but I'll take it as one because I don't appreciate your sarcasm." Heather retorted.

"I speak lots of nonsense." Quinn said. "With lots of sarcasm. Sometimes I don't even listen to me."

"That says a lot." Uma said. "Coming from you. You're always spouting nonsense."

"That I am Uma." Quinn said. "I'll own up to that. I don't really care for what I say, I just say what comes to mind. Look how far that's taken me."

"So far." Heather said with sarcasm. "It totally has."

"See I know you're being sarcastic." Quinn said. "You should learn when I'm being sarcastic."

"That seems like too much work." Heather said. "I'll pass lass."

"Aww you rhymed." Quinn cooed. "How cute."

"I don't judge the way you talk." Heather said. "Don't judge how I talk."

"I like rhymes." Quinn said. "Take it as a compliment Heather."

"When it's coming from you?" Heather said, raising an eyebrow. "I'd much rather not believe what's coming out of your mouth. You're compliments don't mean anything to me."

"Well I guess I won't waste them on you anymore." Quinn said. "Ingrate."

"I'm not an ingrate." Heather said.

"Oh look," Uma said. "You've ended your issues with Sam so you took them to Heather."

"She ended her rivalry with Sam?" Hanna asked, placing a hand on Quinn's forehead. "Are we sure she's okay?"

"She's fine." Helia said. "Quinn's just being Quinn. She surprised us all."

"Oh look." Quinn said. "It's Helia! Long time no see hun! Six months is too long. How have you been?"

"Way to change the subject." Heather muttered, as Quinn stomped on her foot from under the table sending her a smile.

"Fine." Helia said, sarcastically. "Love seeing people die everyday it is so fucking entertaining. How have you been?"

"Oh the same really." Quinn said. "I tried to change but I got bored and became myself again,"

"I'll just pretended I know what that means." Helia said, tilting her head to the side.

"She never makes any sense." Hanna pointed out. "I thought we figured that out ages ago."

"We did." Heather said. "But she still surprises us with her nonsense."

"Well yes what else is she suppose to say?" Chelsea asked. "We are meant to not make sense. That's all we ever do."

"It is."Heather said. "It gets rather boring after awhile."

"No it doesn't." Quinn said. "It gets more interesting the more nonsense we speak."

"See you're speaking nonsense right now." Uma sis's, handing Heather, Hanna and Helia trays. "You're always spouting nonsense."

"I try." Quinn said smiling, as Sam's gaze broke from the TV, flipping the watch in her pocket. It was almost midnight. How time had passed by so fast she had no idea.

"Bye." Sam said, slipping out of Harry's grip, and slipping out of her seat, making her way toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Harry called.

"Nowhere of your concern." Sam said, stepping out of the doors, taking a deep breath as she made her way through the alleyways, ignoring the pounding headache that had seemed to come back again.

She ignored it, walking through the crowded streets, trying to make her way through and reaching her destination without seeing the Enchantress, whom she didn't want to see at the moment, for she was talking to her friends about her behind her back.

"Hey Blondie." A familiar voice called. Sam looked around not seeing where the owner of the voice was. "I'm literally in front of you Sam." He said, leaping off the roof he'd been perched on and landing in front of her.

"Well now you are." Sam said: "what's up Hector?"

"It's HJ." Hector said. "I don't go by that."

"Well too bad I don't care." Sam said, as he shook his head.

"How would you feel if I called you by your full name Samantha?" HJ said with a grin, as Sam glared daggers at him,.

"I would kill you and leave your body in the alley." Sam said as HJ shook his head.

"No you wouldn't." HJ said. "You don't seem like your listening to me so I assume you have a headache again? And you're all moody too."

"I'm not moody." Sam said.

HJ snorted, climbing up the stairs to the hideout he had claimed as his own. He opened the door.

"After you, Princess." HJ said as Sam rolled her eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me."

"I'm not a princess." Sam said. "I'm not like the idiots on the TV."

"Okay. After you, Queenie." HJ said, as Sam entered the loft he'd claimed as his own. The walls were littered with different tag lines, all pretty similar anyway.

Sam watched as he unlocked a door flopping on his bed, before laying down on it next to him.

"So how's life?" HJ said, propping his elbow on the pillow so he could face her.

"Fine why?" Sam asked. "Everyone keeps asking if I'm okay. I'm fine thank you very much."

"I didn't mean it that way." HJ said. "Have you heard what the Enchantress told Quinn and Chelsea and Heather and me and any of the people who were sitting at the table with you at Ursula's shop. Well except Harry of course."

"What has the Enchantress been telling you people?" Sam asked. "And why didn't she tell Harry?"

"Well she wanted you tell him first." HJ said.

"What am I supposed to tell Harry when I don't know what she's telling you?" Sam asked.

"Don't worry about it." HJ said. "You'll find out eventually. I'll help you tell him when you do."

"That sounds so cryptic HJ." Sam said. "I don't like it."

"Actually I like it better when you call me Hector. It doesn't sound as messed up as when Heather says it," HJ said. "And it'll make sense later Sam, just wait."

"You're sister is something else." Sam said, laying her head down. "Night Hector. Love you."

"Night Sam." HJ said. "Love you too."