♡ bad bitch.

so i’m writing random starters for the following:

dsakane

dsazrael

dsnoah

sinnerds

dsivana

dscasey

dseleanor

( dslucien )

arya’s long arms were thrown over her head as she yawned. she couldn’t say that excitement was what she was feeling. in fact, after years and years of plain boredom, it was difficult to entertain the de vil heir. a sardonic smile was to her lips when she thought of how she was better at this when she was younger. once, she was still filled with pure dreams and vibrant imagination. it was easier for her to be amused because she’d find the little details in her clothing or in her furniture that needed the touch of her hand. arya used to spend hours and hours, locked in her bedroom, thinking about what it would be like when she would be finally free. when her mother’s perfectly manicured hands couldn’t grab her anymore. and even though she was allowed to leave mother dear’s house later on, she wasn’t free. CDM was freedom, but not quite. it still trapped her. and on top of that, she needed to be side by side with heroes - those who were actually the villains in her story.

she found solace in her addiction. it was way too obvious. how could cruella de vil’s daughter not smoke? she’s been smoking by association since the day she was delivered to this world. so you could say that arya had little to none consideration to her lungs. and proving that, she went to those areas she was compelled to go to have a smoke and took a cigarette. the white little tube was hanging from her lips while she looked for her lighter. and then she finally lights it and inhales the smoke in an almost relieved manner. no - it was positively in a relieved manner. smoking felt so good after classes. arya threw her head up and rested her body against the nearest wall while letting the cigarette come and go from her lips like it was some sort of ritual.

ashes fall to the floor when her eyebrow is raised. arya meets the eyes of a boy and it makes her smirk. she scans him - all his body - like she’s stripping him with her gaze and her eyebrow just gets higher. smoke leaves her lips, toxic just like herself, before she gets to say in a loud tone so the boy can hear her.

hullo there!!! introduction + plot call behind the cut pls