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   the young king stopped in his tracks at the comment. it was a fair assessment, tough, but fair. he covered his face with his hands and groaned. it might have been the first ‘negative’ sound he made since cotillion. ben simply could not pause his life and duties to properly cope with his emotions. there was much to be done and far too many people who depended on him to wallow– even if he did want to curl up in his bed, pull the covers over his head, and not come out for a few days.

   instead, ben leaned against his desk, eyes cast down at the floor. part of him was shocked that the floor itself had not become covered in paper. “i haven’t exactly had time,” he sighed. “i mean, look around evie, i’m drowning. i’ve been drowning. and it just gets worse.”

“Then, we’ll make some time,” She adamantly decided, after a moment of thought. “There’s about fifty minutes left in my appointment with you, right? We can use some of that time to talk things out. Besides, I don’t want to work on anything with you if you’re too scatterbrained. I’ll reschedule if I have to, and being in a better mindset will help us be more productive in the long run.”

They were supposed to go over more details for the VK program, but Evie was content to come back to it another time. Making sure her friend could function easier was more important. “Talk to me. Please,” She asked of him, her voice softening. “You haven’t been the same since we all came back from the Isle. I know that weekend was... a lot for anyone to handle.”

While his old costume had been pulled together from trial and error, Peter had never been a designer. It’s form and function faulted in places. (As easy as spandex was to acquire, and sew up, it didn’t provide much in the way of protection.) Honestly? Peter was in awe of the difference in fit. 

“Are you kidding? This is like a whole new world! Do you know how much crime fighting I can do in this?” He does a backflip, landing in a pose and shooting off a web in one smooth motion. He feels almost lightheaded, grinning like an idiot under the mask. “Perfect. It still cuts down the interference from the spidey sense, but there’s a better range of vision and isn’t as dark. I can see in like, hd quality.”

She wound up staggering back at the sudden backflip, and her head whipped around as the webbing hit the nearest wall. “...yeah, I’m gonna need you to clean that up before you leave later,” She pressed her lips together into a thin smile that spelled out that he didn’t have a choice on that. She really didn’t want to have to explain that to her mom.

“The problem with your last mask is that you used sunglasses lenses. Pretty creative, since you’re trying to limit the spidey vision, but you were still basically wearing sunglasses at night. That’s not gonna help anyone get around,” Evie noted with a little shake of her head. “I used plastic mesh for the eyes. Visibility’s a lot better, but I’m glad you can still focus in with it.”

Her head tilted a bit, as she really took in his appearance. “...plus I like the larger eye shape. I think it makes you look more approachable, you know? Sort of wide-eyed, and curious.”

“Isn’t that sweet?” Jay rolls his eyes, a soft snicker escaping him. He didn’t miss the way that Doug seemed to follow Evie around like a lost little puppy dog at times. He wrinkles his nose at her playfully before shaking his head, “I’m more than a little sure that Doug will be thinking of you for the rest of the night, if nothing else. But really, of all the people in Auradon, I am pretty sure that Doug is the last person here I would be jealous of.”

“Do you want me to be jealous or something?” He asks, tilting his head slightly, looking Evie up and down before he can stop himself.

“Well I thought so,” She rolled her eyes. No, Doug wasn’t her type, but she couldn’t deny that she appreciated having him as a friend. He was nothing if not a good study partner, at least. 

“If you’re implying I wanted to make you jealous just for some attention, I wasn’t,” She assured him with a little shake of her head, but her smile did widen when she caught the way that he eyed her. “I know I already have it.”

@forhearts​ sent: “ you’re just as lonely as i am. might as well be lonely together. ” ( ‘ staying the night ’ )

he’s not sure what it is, but harry actually contemplates her offer; maybe it’s the fact that, with uma gone on queen of the isle political business, mal tagging along on advocate of the isle business ( but not evie’s advocate of the isle business, he guesses ), it’s left them both in similar situations, missing their favorite people. so, here they are. he sighs gently and shrugs, sitting down and patting the spot next to him. “yeah, why not. c’mon.”

A smile reaches Evie’s lips, and she wastes no time in making her way over and taking a seat next to Harry. Maybe they were adults now, but she couldn’t resist a good sleepover, especially since her mini-castle was a little lonely sometimes when she didn’t have company over.

“Thanks,” She expressed. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m not a huge fan of being on my own, especially at night.” It should’ve felt natural for the princess to be alone, given the ten years in isolation back on the Isle, but the matter of fact was that she kind of hated it. She relied on having Mal as a roommate at Auradon Prep more that she would’ve liked to admit.

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face scrunched up at the word. it took a second for him to access the definition, but the reaction remained the same. fingers twirled a pair of drumsticks from where hunter laid on the couch. "you get used to it," he grumbled. it was simply a fact of his life, being talked down to, considered stupid, and the like. the drummer knew he wasn't the brightest tool in the shed, but he wasn't a complete dumbass.

Evie’s arms were crossed. There was a pout on her lips, and a crease in between her brows. She could already hear her mother’s voice in the back of her head, nagging her about wrinkles, but strangely enough, that was the least of her problems in that moment. With a huff, she took a seat on the other end of the couch, sitting up straight and refusing to slouch.

“I thought living here would be a dream, and sometimes it is, you know?” She expressed, managing a small smile. “My mom did her best to raise me like a princess, but... I’m not one. Not here, anyway. I don’t know what I am now, even if there are people who want me pin me as nothing but a troublemaker, or a gold digger.”

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"no, no--" ben paced in his office, where he had locked himself away from the mob of people asking questions he could not answer. the ever growing stack of documents seemed to loom over him like a shadow threatening to envelope him. hands ran through the king's hair. "i'm fine," he lied. "just need a second."

Sighing, Evie glanced back at the door where, no doubt, there were still some lingering reporters looking for their new scoop. She had already drawn the curtains as an added precaution, but if just the thought of the people made her a little nervous, she couldn’t begin to imagine how worried Ben was over it all.

“Honey, you look like you need at least two entire days,” She shook her head, and took a seat over on the couch at the end of the room. “...I know cotillion was only a few days ago, but have you had anyone to talk to about it yet?”

@forhearts​ said:  ❝  aw,  baby.  it’s cute when you’re jealous.  ❞

An amused expression appears on the former thief’s face as he slinks closer to Evie, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He can’t help but look Evie up and down as he approaches her, arms crossing over his chest. He licks his lips for a moment before clearing his throat, standing toe-to-toe with the should-be princess, “Is that so?” His tone a low hum as he reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Tell me, beautiful,” He purrs. “What do I have to be jealous of?”

The smile on her face was easy, as she shrugged and turned around to sling her book bag over her shoulder. “I was just returning Doug’s textbook. I didn’t have enough time to swing back by my dorm for mine, so he let me borrow his. Sweet boy, I let him know I appreciated it,” She admitted that much, before turning to face Jay again. “But that’s all that happened.”

@forhearts​ asked ;  ‘   you   good   to   go   ??   ’ 

    “always.” there’s that patented peter parker smirk, head snapping to the side to crack his neck before slipping his ( new && improved!! ) mask on. he strikes a few poses, testing out the way the material works with him. it was incredible. a little more padding, a little more breathable, it makes moving a breeze. “you’re a genius, ya know that?” new suit…same old spidey! “who knew i was in such desperate need of a makeover…huh?” 

Evie thought she had been stunned when she first discovered exactly who Peter was. Now, she was in utter awe. Not only was Spider-Man standing right before her eyes, but he was wearing her suit with the details and modifications that she designed. Maybe she ought to give more thought to costume designing in particular.

“Hey, we didn’t change too much. You had a really solid base design, but hopefully you can be more comfortable with the hero work in this new one. You look, well, amazing,” She clapped her hands together, giddy over how it turned out. Standing up, she stepped a little closer to Peter, and did a quick once over to make sure there weren’t any visible flaws or any stitches popping. “How’s the mask? Can you see alright?”

𝐒𝐇𝐄    𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘    𝐃𝐈𝐃    𝐓𝐑𝐘    𝐓𝐎    𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐄    the    blue    princess’    attitude,    although    she    despised    mockery.    𝑰𝑻’𝑺    𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬    𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀    𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹    𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑵    𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹    𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑶𝑵,    the    notion    dancing    inside    her    brain,    clouding    her    better    judgement.    &    so,    mal    turned    her    head    back    to    the    damaged    wall    and    continued    what    she    wanted    to    do    in    the    first    place    ——    paint    the    walls    and    leave    her    signature    behind.    but    the    longer    she    kept    the    silence    going,    the    more    it    irked    on    her    nerves.    not    even    the    spray    could    break    away    the    awkward    silence    she    tried    to    enforce.    𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄,    𝐒𝐎    𝐁𝐄    𝐈𝐓.    she    turned    around    on    her    heels,    letting    the    purple    spray    in    her    hand    slip    &    fall    to    the    ground,    although    her    eyes    didn’t    even    bother    to    look    at    it,    instead,    they    were    piercing    the    other.

❝    and    𝐖𝐇𝐘    𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘    do    you    think    i’d    bother    asking    you    something    i’d    already    know    the    answer    to    ?    ❞    a    step    towards    the    princess,    she    wanted    (    𝐧𝐨,    𝐬𝐡𝐞    𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃    )    to    prove    her    status    on    the    isle,    even    when    it    came    to    someone    like    .    .    .    evelyn,    was    it    ?    who    knew,    at    that    point    mal    didn’t    even    bother    to    remember    the    name.    ❝    i    haven’t    seen    your    pretty    blue    locks    since    .    .    .    forever.    so    i’ll    excuse    you    for    now,    but    do    tell    whatever’s    bothering    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒.    ❞    &    although    her    tone    was    tainted    with    mockery    &    demand,    mal    was    𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘    curious.

She blinked, watching Mal’s reaction carefully, and as bitter and annoyed as the girl seemed to be with her mere presence, there was something honest to it. She really didn’t understand the context. 

“...it bothers you, doesn’t it? That you don’t know,” Evie realized, and she did her best not to smile with intriguement over that fact. For a moment, she considered not telling Mal at all, wondering just how far she could toy with her, but no, she supposed that wouldn’t progress anything between them. If she pissed Mal off too badly, there was always the risk of her running back to her mom, or taking matters into her own hands against Evie, and that simply wouldn’t do.

Shaking her head slightly, Evie attempted a different tactic, and her tone lightened. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised if you’re not aware. I don’t get out of my castle that much, and it’s been a really long time since my mom or I have actually been allowed out. Forgive me,” She extended an apology, and even bowed her head for added measure. A little sign of respect, but not a curtsey or a full-blown bow. After all, Mal was formidable, but Evie could say she outranked her in royalty. 

“Evelyn Grimms, but you can call me Evie. My mom’s the Evil Queen,” She introduced herself, and then tilted her head slightly, playing up some naivety. “It’s Mal, right?”

𝐌𝐀𝐋    𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄,    both    arms    wrapped    around    her    chest.    listening    carefully    to    what    the    blue    haired    princess    had    to    say    in    defence,    a    notion    slithered    within.    𝑾𝑯𝒀    𝑾𝑨𝑺    𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬    𝑨    𝑭𝑬𝑼𝑫    𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑵    𝑻𝑯𝑬    𝑻𝑾𝑶    𝑶𝑭    𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴?    an    old    memory    returned    from    when    she    was    a    kid,    a    birthday    party    gone    wrong    &    her    mother    throwing    hands.    yet,    she    barely    even    saw    the    princess    𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑    𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓    specific    moment.    she    remembered    the    blue    hair,    (    𝖙𝖍𝖊    𝖚𝖓𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊    𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞    ).    cue    a    frown    upon    her    features    as    she    slowly    approached    the    other,    her    eyes    fixed    unto    her    target.

❝    i    will    definitely    𝐍𝐎𝐓    tell    your    mom,    ❞    snitches    get    stitches,    the    motto    that    crossed    her    mind    before    she    blurted    out    her    response.    ❝    𝑩𝑼𝑻    𝑾𝑯𝒀    ?    is    there    something    the    princess    did    to    get    grounded    ?    ❞    she    hollered,    a    small    laugh    escaping    red    stained    lips.    it    was    at    that    moment    that    she    realised    there    was    𝐍𝐎    𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄    or    inconvenience    in    having    the    princess    around    &    so    she    proceeded    towards    a    nearly    torn    down    wall,    shaking    one    of    her    cans.    before    clicking    on    the    spray    paint,    she    took    one    more    look    behind    her,    to    see    if    the    other    was    gone,    ❝    i’m    listening.    ❞    she    sneered.

A quiet exhale left Evie’s lips, now that she knew their parents weren’t going to play a factor in this. If it got back to Maleficent somehow that she had been roaming outside, well, she wasn’t sure she could handle another ten year banishment, nor would her own mother be forgiving towards her either. 

Mal’s accusation brought Evie out of her thoughts, and suddenly, her cheeks grew hot and her eyes narrowed. “I think you know perfectly well why I can’t be outside,” She countered the girl’s attitude with some of her own. Mal had to be aware of the banishment that her mother cast on her and her own family, right? 

𝐇𝐄𝐑    𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒    𝐆𝐎𝐓    𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄.    she    couldn’t    understand    why    the    main    topic    of    her    visions    were    ——    𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍-𝐄𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄.    it    pissed    her    off,    the    storyline,    the    boy.    𝑼𝑮𝑯    !    if    only    there    was    a    way    to    just    stop    dreaming    at    night    .    .    .    she    could    pull    all    nighters,    but    it    never    flourished    to    her    expectations.    one    way    or    another,    the    storyline    continued.    &    the    worst    part    was    she    couldn’t    ask    her    mother    for    assistance,    she    would    only    pry    on    her    for    watching    the    (    𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞    )    tv    channel    working    on    the    isle    𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃    𝐎𝐅    bullying    the    isle    kids.    therefore    she    was    all    alone.    but    she    didn’t    mind    it,    it’s    what    she    was    used    to    since    she    could    remember.

packed    with    her    spraying    cans    in    a    small    bag,    she    crawled    out    of    the    house,    thinking    vandalism    might    solve    her    problems    to    some    extent.    she    had    to    find    the    right    spot    though.    𝑩𝑼𝑻    𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯    𝑶𝑵𝑬?    brown    hues    trailed    from    east    to    west,    hoping    for    a    sign    she    should    follow.    if    she    chose    east,    she    would’ve    had    to    walk    through    the    crowd    &    𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋    𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃,    jay    would    be    closeby    &    ready    to    snatch    her    sprays.    it    was    not    the    theft    that    left    a    bitter    taste    on    her    tongue,    but    the    fact    that    she    would    either    find    out    too    late    that    she    was    stolen    𝐎𝐑    that    she    would    have    to    hold    on    onto    the    cans,    thus    making    others    believe    she’s    insecure.

𝐓𝐎    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓.    always    taking    the    left    path,    so    it    seemed.    less    crowded,    heading    towards    her    secret    spot.    mal    was    unpleasantly    surprised    to    see    evie    nearby    her    spot    ——    a    green    twinkle    morphing    her    brown    eyes    for    a    brief    moment.    𝑰𝑺    𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬    𝑵𝑶    𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬    𝑺𝑯𝑬    𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫    𝑩𝑬    𝑳𝑬𝑭𝑻    𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑬    ?    ❝    what    are    you    doing    here    ?    ❞    she    snarled    at    evie,    nose    scrunching.

No, Evie was not truly allowed out of the castle, but what nobody saw wouldn’t hurt her, right? Being banished for about ten years left a lot of room for boredom, so when she wasn’t particularly down for staring at castle walls or waiting for the vultures to show up with new goods, she liked to wander outside of the castle grounds---not too far, of course, lest she be seen, or her mother figure out she’s gone.

While walking along the path, she passed by dead trees and other older structures. She wondered what it might be like to see a tree that was actually alive, but that much tended to be more wishful thinking. She hummed quietly, but upon seeing a head of purple hair in the distance, Evie froze. Oh no. Her heels clacked a little too loudly against the pavement, as she tried to hide by a nearby structure, but it was too late. Mal had definitely caught a glimpse of her, and she was definitely calling out.

Stepping out from behind, Evie kept her back straight and her stature tall, but her eyebrows were still knitted together in the center of her head. She could already hear her mother scolding her for causing wrinkles. “Please don’t tell my mom,” She blurted out, first.