#ascendants.twisted

lyric stands by her captain as their ship sails towards auradon. though it was only across the way, it felt as if they were sailing across the world into freedom. she still loathed auradon and everything it stood for. the fresh air burned her lungs, but it’ll feel like a victory to stand on it’s soil.  “  what are your orders once we dock, captain? “  her gaze turns towards her sister, curious about her command. there were so many new people to manipulate at their disposal, so many people she would love to send down to the depths. this was going to be fun.  ft. @heirthrones

     sitting on the top of the stairs was a great place to people watch. she finds it easier to observe a large group of people before jumping right in, and these auradon kids are like animals in a zoo. drink in her hand, she takes a big gulp before she notices someone next to her. she was startled, not scared, but she tries not to show it. ‘at least this place has decent alcohol, eh? it’s drinkable and...sweet? weirdly sweet.’   // @chaoscores​

aurora slams down the ornate hairbrush in front of jane,    her gaze stoic as she stares across at the mischievous fairy.    it’s mal’s  ---  princess mal’s,   to be specific.   aurora had to feign wanting to get to know the bitch to get hold of it,    and sneaking around in a heavily guarded castle had not been easy.    this enchanted bath jane offers had better be fucking amazing.    ‘    here,   ’   aurora near-grunts,    ‘  your hair,   as requested.   ’    aurora’s arms fold.    ‘    so how does this thing work?    you watch me strip down and get in,   do some weird voodoo dance...?   ’    aurora’s brows rise,    her shitty attitude indicating that she wants some sort of explanation.      ‘    say yes and i might think you’re into me,   janey,   ’    she smirks.   FT.    @chaoscores​

‘   it just fell!    no hexes!   please!    the last time you hexed me my hair was frizzy for days.   ’    needless to say,   the move from the isle to auradon has not been as easy as chad thought it would be.   he’d thought that all the girls in auradon would come flocking to him,    but it seems only the girls lacking in substance from the isle still fawn over him now.    he’s sure that aurora had a thing for him...   once...    but the last time he joked about it to audrey,    she’d shot him a glare that had him fearing for his life.    ‘    i can  ---  uh  ---  i can steal you a new one?    yeah!    yeah,   i’ll   do that.    totally.   as soon as possible,    i’ll do that.    ’    translation:    he’ll hope jane will just forget about what he broke so he can move on.   ‘   pleaaaase don’t tell juliet...   prettty please...    ’    that lady creeps him out!    if jane gives him a hard time,   he might just get on his knees and beg!   FT.    @chaoscores​

‘    how’s yer ma?   has she been doin’ alright?   ’    hook is glad to be home;    he was gone for a shorter amount of time than usual,    but regardless,   that doesn’t mean he misses his family any less.   leaving miriam is something he always worries about:    he knows she likes to take care of herself and he would never stop her from doing anything she wanted,    but he also knows she tends to hide how she truly feels most of the time.   hook doesn’t understand it himself;   she knows that strength lies in revealing her true emotions,    but although she seems to register this for other people,    miriam seems to not wish to relate this to herself on a more personal level.   he can always trust his son,   passionate and somewhat soft-hearted,   to tell him the truth.    james claps his son on the back,   his very own half-embrace.    ‘    i missed all of ye.   it’s good tae be back.   ’   and private time with his son is always enjoyable...    FT.   @rottncores​

“   you  should  be  careful,   you  know   ”     her  tone  is  flat  as  she  appears  behind  the  other  person,    like  mist  from  behind  the  shrouded  tree  line.     “   i  heard  some  people  throw  axes  and  hunt  around  these  parts.    you  wouldn’t  want  to  get  hurt,   now  would  you ?   ”     with  a  smile,   she  caresses  the  edge  of  the  blade  of  her  own  axe,   drawing  blood.

‘    i wouldn’t go in there,   if i were you.    some bitch has been sobbing for the past five minutes and i’m just waiting for her to stop so i can take a god damn piss.   ’    aurora’s been standing outside the public toilets for what seems like way more than five minutes,    her arms folded.    there’s an impatient look on her face and all she wants is to avoid the awkwardness of...   however this is set to go down.   she’s not really good with people,    especially not after being homeschooled for the majority of her life.    ‘    it’s like jeez,    can’t you be miserable in private?   ’    she grumbles.

for the longest time chip thought he would be long gone before the barrier from the isle would be lifted. and yet, here he was, out in auradon again. granted, it did felt like the first time, he was only a kid when he was locked away with all of the Master's servants. it felt bittersweet if he was honest, especially without belle around. he pushes away the thought, looking around the place. ❛ fucking hell, was this place always so bright? ❜ and maybe it was, but years on a shithole without sunlight might mess up some memories of his days in the sun.