Rising up from the dark

Jay sighed. He had known Mal long enough to understand the underlying message in her statement: she didn’t think she deserved to go. But he wasn’t going to argue that point right then; he’d only be opening a can of worms that he didn’t really want to deal with. (Yeah, maybe there were other kids who had it worse off than they did. But who was to really say who was more or less deserving? Oh, right. Auradon.)

“Yeah, fair point. But nobody in Auradon cares enough to know anything about what really goes on here. The prince is just deciding blindly who to pick to come because he’s totally clueless.” He paused, mulling it over. “And he probably couldn’t bring a lot of people over, at least not at first. We’re offspring of villains. There’s probably a lot of backlash over four of us coming to Auradon. If you think about it, Mal, it’s probably a miracle that that many of us are even going over there. The prince is probably getting a lot of flak for picking four kids.” He shrugged. Not that he cared how the prince’s reception was in Auradon. If he could benefit from the prince’s decision, then who was he to complain?

BUT  WHY  HAD  THEY  CHOSEN  TO  take  them  to  auradon  now?  after  forcing  all  of  their  parents  back  to  life  &  putting  them  on  an  isle  with  no  supplies  they  now  wanted  to  rip  their  children  away  from  them?  some  parents  wouldn’t  care,  she  knew  that  but  her  mom,  she’d  care.  if  she  left,  the  large  possibility  of  her  mother  not  being  able  to  go  on  with  her  life  was  strong  &  she  leaving  couldn’t  be  the  reason  for  her  mother  giving  up.       ❛  i don’t care what we are, i don’t care what they are, i care about the fact that i can’t choose over my own life because of the prince’s father  ❜      

she  was  sure  she  felt  a  small  growl  pass  her  lips  while  her  nails  dug  into  her  palms.  at  times  the  young  lilac  haired  woman  wondered  if  there  was  a  dragon  hiding  within  her,  resting  until  the  day  she’d  let  it  lose.  what  would  happen  that  day?  would  she  be  auradon’s  destruction?  right  now  she  wanted  nothing  else  than  to  be  just  that.       ❛  why are you so positive towards this? they are going to try to change us, who we are, what we will become, it’s not fair.  ❜      

                 perhaps  because  he  found  it  so  easy  to  blend  into  such  boring,   formal  events     (  they  were  his  second  nature  now   ;  he’d  grown  up suffering  through them   )     he  finds  himself  making  the  effort  to  involve  those  who  linger  awkwardly  to  the  side.  a  sympathetic  smile.     ‛   these  nights  are  what  you  make  of  them,   i  guess.  it’s not  so  bad  if  you  just  give  in  to  it   … the  wine  helps,  too.    ’

:·ﾟ﹠ .  🐉 ╶╴ MAL  EDITS  2  /  ?

                             𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇,  𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐎  𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈Z𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄,  &  she  certainly  hadn’t  thought  that  the  FIRST  would  be  mal.  not  that  she  didn’t  APPRECIATE  the  words,  she  did,  but  she  also  KNEW  that  it  was  going  to  take  far  more  than  an  apology  to  make  things  right  between  them.  however,  she  was  aware  that  this  was  a  step  in  the  right  direction,  something  that  the  two  of  them  could  build  on & it  was  what  they  BOTH  needed.  forgiveness.  somebody  to  ACCEPT  that  they  weren’t  PERFECT,  somebody  to  talk  to  instead  of  tearing  each  other  to  shreds.  because  as  much  as  she  attempted  to  CONCEAL  it,  there  was  only  so  much  that  one  could  handle  before  the  SNAPPED, &  evie  felt  as  though  she’d  been  at  such  a  point  for  longer  than  she  could  REMEMBER.

                            ❝  can  i  just  ASK  you  one  question  ?   ❞  the  blue  haired  princess  queried,  chocolate  hues  dropping  to  where  their  fingers  entwined  together.  because  if  they  were  going  to  do  this,  put  the  PAST  behind  them  &  move  on,  wasn’t  it  best  to  get  everything  out  before  they  moved  ahead ?   ❝  why  are  you  APOLOGIZING  to  me  ? ❞ came  her  question,  thumb  absentmindedly  brushing  atop  the  purple  haired  girl’s  knuckles  as  she  spoke  this  time.  ❝  not  that  i  don’t  appreciate  it,  because  i  do,  i  really  do,  but  you  don’t  apologize  to  anyone,  mal.  so  WHY  me  ?  ❞  she  murmured,  taking  a  breath  as  her  gaze  rose  once  again  to  meet  with  the  other  girl’s  own.    

BEING  QUESTIONED  WHY  SHE  WAS  apologizing  was  a  new  thing.  then  again,  apologizing, in  general,  was  a  new  thing  for  her  &  she  didn’t  really  have  a  perfect  answer  to  the  question.  perhaps  the  guilt  that  had  filled  her  chest  was  too  much  for  her  to  handle  or  she  had  started  to  care  for  someone  other  than  herself  &  what  did  that  mean?  she  had  never  liked  anyone  in  her  whole  life,  it  had  just  been  meaningless  fucking  &  flirting  but  she  didn’t  want  that  with  evie,  no  not  at  all.  the  girl  in  front  of  her  deserved  the  entire  world  and  she  was  willing  to  give  her  that.  rip  down  every  star  in  the  sky  until  evie  knew  she  was  shining  the  brightest.  had  she  really  gone  that  mad  in  just  a  matter  of  weeks? 

hesitation  spread  in  her  chest  while  she  gently  pulled  her  hand  back,  shoulders  shrugging  while  her  eyebrows  furrowed  &  gaze  went  to  the  wall  instead.      ❛  do i have to have a reason to apologize?  ❜       she  had  a  reason  and  it  was  clear  as  day  but  if  evie  couldn’t  see  it,  perhaps  the  feelings  she  herself  carried  would  be  unanswered,  it  was  better  to  stay  quiet.  fingers  grabbed  the  jacket  that  had  been  laid  on  her  lap,  slowly  shrugging  it  on  while  she  got  up  from  her  chair.      ❛  you don’t have to accept it if you don’t want too but now it’s done now  ❜       &  if  she  wanted  to  be  left  alone  now,  not  be  a  part  of  the  small  gang  that  had  formed,  mal  supposed  that  she  couldn’t  blame  her. 

                     𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓  𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄,  being  so  deep  in  the  forest,  well,  they  had  no  visitors  unless  somebody  were  to  NEED  something.  & growing  up,  it  was  just  something  that  she’d  grown USED  TO.  it  bothered  her  more  when  she  was  younger,  but  as  she’d  grown  accustomed  to  the  isolation,  the  need,  the  WANT  for  friends  had  dwindled.  the  want  to  live  a  life  like  those  she  saw  on  the  television,  on  social  media,  it  was  no  longer  something  she  wished  for  herself,  at  least  not  as  much  as  she  used  to.  so  to  see  the  blonde  stood  before  her,  it  was  a  SURPRISE,  &  living  in  such  apparently  close  approximation,  it  confused  her  as  to  how  they’d  missed  each  other  all  these  years.  ❝   i  could  say  the  same  thing  about  you,  blondie,  ❞  she  quipped,  wiping  her  brow  & smearing  dirt  there  in  the  PROCESS.    

                    ❝   what  are  you  doing  here  to  deep  in  the  woods  ?  ❞  she  asked,  arms  folding  across  the  expanse  of  her  chest, &  despite  the  smile  written  across  marred  features,  she  still  a  little  WARY  of  her  newfound  company,  at  least  for  the  moment.  ❝   i’m  pretty  sure  i’d  REMEMBER  a  face  like  yours,  so,  you  must  have  a  REASON  for  being  here,  ❞  the  brunette  shrugged,  taking  a  seat  on  one  of  the  tree  stumps,  gesturing  for  the  other  to  do  the  same,  throwing  her  hair  up  in  what  she  could  only  assure  would  be  a  NIGHTMARE  to  untangle  later  on.

HER  AUNTS  HAD  ALWAYS  SAID  that  they  lived  where  they  did  for  her  own  protection.  she  had  never  really  thought  that  much  about  it,  after  all ,  she  never  really  had  a  reason  to.  she  was  just  stuck  here,  always  would  be  but  you  got  used  to  the  isolation,  to  the  loneliness.  she  supposed  aurora  had  felt  the  exact  same  thing  when  she  was  living  with  the  fairies  but  she  had  handled  it  &  gotten  a  prince  from  the  whole  process.  not  that  a  prince  was  really  on  her  mind,  she  hadn’t  even  had  a  chance  to  meet  any  &  if  she  would  meet  one,  who  would  say  they  would  be  interested  in  her? 

she  shifted  slightly  on  her  feet  before  placing  down  the  basked  in  her  hands.     ❛  i live here, well, a few minutes that way  ❜      the  blonde  pointed  towards  a  small  running  creek  while  her  shoulders  shrugged.      ❛  this is as far as i’m allowed to go, the best blueberries can be found here  ❜      light  sigh  passed  her  lips  before  she  turned  her  attention  back  to  the  brunette,  smile  widening  again  before  letting  her  thumb  rub  over  the  small  dirt  stain  over  her  brow.      ❛  and what about you? do you live close by?  ❜      

Writer 2: make Audrey blonde and give chad a weird suburban mom haircut... also hades... with an mohawk