If it isn't too much,, can I get a Trey reflecting on the events of Heartslabyul while baking,, or just reflecting in general,, and if possible could you squeeze Cater. Thank you so much!
dhdhdhhdh I tried to write it to the best I can and I hope it's to your liking,,, I'm not too good at writing Trey so srry if it's a bit ooc,, Hope you enjoy cc:
If Trey had to describe his dorm in one word, it would be chaotic. Quite ironic considering it was founded in the image and ideals of the Queen of Hearts, but Trey couldnât find a more fitting word to describe it.
He found himself sighing as he continued to slice the berries, with only his thoughts to accompany him in the dormitory kitchens. Trey crinkled his nose in distaste. To think he was here in the kitchen, creating yet another tart for a new unbirthday party. Ever since the fiasco that their start of the year one was, Unbirthday parties have left a rather sour taste in his mouth. Not even extensive brushing could remove the foul taste.
So maybe, at this moment, his technique was sloppier and the measurements werenât as precise. Maybe, at this moment, he took less precaution than usual. Maybe, just maybe, Trey wasnât enjoying this as much as usual.
His third year in Heartslabyul and second year as dorm leader made him realise a few things. Firstly, he was a coward, though he was already well aware of that. He was a coward who refused to acknowledge the grievances around him. For the sake of what? His sanity, maybe? He had just wanted to keep a semblance of a past long forgotten and stained with ink (âI do not need anyone who defies me in my world. I am my worldâs absolute ruler. My world itself submits to me!â).
Secondly, he was too lenient. He always was when it came to Riddle. He was well aware of how he pitied Riddle and for the sake of letting Riddle have his way for once, he turned a blind eye and backed him up dutifully. He supported Riddle, but he supported him in all the wrong ways, cheered for him and encouraged him in the wrong aspects. He did nothing but fan flames.
And thirdly, Hearstlabyul was but a hastily made house of cards meant to topple at the blow of the wind. The dorm and its subjects were lawless, yet its leader held law close to his chest. Its subjects obeyed the law out of fear, and the leader upheld the law in pure respect. (âIn Heartslabyul, I am the rules, my word is absolute!â).
In hindsight, Trey had realised long before Riddle even became dorm leader that Heatslabyul wasnât living up to its reputation, yet everyone continued on and pretended it did anyway. Because even though then the respect for the now deceased queen was ever-present within the students who resided in the dorms, not everyone could dedicate themselves to following the hundreds of ridiculous rules.
In even more hindsight, Trey had realised that maybe he too was just as disorderly. Instead of progressing, he swept everything under the rug. He didnât even try to help. He too was to blame, not just Riddle (âWhat do you really think about him? Have you always been enabling him like this since you were kids?â).
He had been plagued with thoughts these past few months, thoughts that never cease to haunt him. His focus was less on attending to his duties as a student and Vice Dorm Leader, and more on the what ifâs. Overblots are deadly. They were consumed from the inside and out. It couldâve killed Riddle, killed everyone around him, including himself.
What if Riddle had overblotted and no one was there to stop him. Treyâs hands trembled as his grip on the knife loosened ever so slightly. That was a horrid thought, but in those moments it was a possibility. And if Riddle had died, he would have that on his conscience, he gave that one last push before Riddle finally snapped (âAre you saying that Iâm wrong, too? Even after I did my best to protect all those strict rules?! Even after Iâve endured so, so, so many things! I wonât, I will never...I will never believe it!!!!!â)
âYou know, those strawberries look way too mashed if I do say so myself, are you sure thatâs what you were going for?â Cater chimed as he sidled into the kitchen.
Trey blinked for a moment as he stared at the counter. Cater was right, these didnât even look like strawberries anymore. It was mashed beyond repair...perhaps they could salvage this for the filling. The strawberries might create a nice caramel-like taste with the apple tarts.
With a sigh, Trey carefully transferred the pureed strawberries. Cater was one of the people who witnessed Riddleâs overblot firsthand, and as such, he was probably one of the few people that could possibly be sharing his sentiment (Ace definitely wasnât one of those, he had demanded an apology the moment Riddle woke up.)
âYouâre usually super into baking Trey, you wouldnât make mistakes like this. Somethingâs up.â Cater remarked as he scrolled through his phone.
âIâm just bothered by something, is all. Itâs nothing much.â Trey supplied as he placed some new strawberries into the board.
Trey knew that Cater already had an idea of what was going through his head, after all, Cater was one of the few people who had the ability to read him, though at times Cater was a bit too far off with his predictions.
Cater looked up from his phone to face Trey. âYou know, Riddle-kunâs doing well. Heâs learning how to reconnect with the dorm. Theyâre really starting to appreciate him now.â
Trey felt himself smile a little. That was right. The aftermath of his overblot brought many things to light, and though Trey wished that such extreme events didnât have to take place for Riddle to realise it, he was grateful nonetheless.
Cater smiled cheekily, knowing full well what thoughts were going through his Vice Dorm Leaderâs mind. âLet me help!â Cater announced as he skipped, his phone still in hand.
âYouâre just going to vlog everything, arenât you?â Trey sighed.
Cater chuckled. âDonât worry! Iâll tag you!â
Heartslabyul was a house of cards. He, and his fellow dorm members served as the foundation. The wind may have toppled this house of old, and the order of the cards may change, but at the end of the day, Heartslabyul was still Heartslabyul.
Heartslabyul will always be chaotic, and Trey was just starting to realise that maybe, just maybe, he was fine with that.
