#auradonisms

“Told you!” She was trying to be kind, but some of the things people wore...it was like they were begging for her to comment on them. And besides, it wasn’t like anyone could hear her except her mother. “She looks like a very fashionable carrot.”

“Does this mean you’ll be taking Chad to the cottage for the weekend and your father and I should find another hideout?”

"M-mom?" Carlos called out as he pushed the doors to Hell Hall with one hand. The teen had bundled about 2/3 of the items Cruella sent him to get in one hand. "Mom? I c-couldn't get everything you w-wanted..."

     Some  people  wondered  how  Chad  ended  up  the  way  he  did  with  Ella  being  his  mother  and  it  was  moments  like  these  he  questioned  it  himself. There  she  was  talking  about  how  happy  she  was  when  he  was  born  and  he  couldn’t  draw  his  gaze  to  meet  hers, pressure  was  one  word  for  it  but  at  times  it  felt  like  the  boy  carried  the  world  on  his  shoulders,  it  was  tiring. ❝ I  hate  it. ❞ shorted  the  prince,  a  tug  of  guilt  tugging  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach.  His  mother  hadn’t  had  the  “perfect”  life  he  had  and  there  he  sat  complaining  about  it.  ❝ I  don’t  want  too  but  I  do, everything  I  do  is  judged  and  this  is  just  something  else  for  them  to  hold  against  me. ❞

Would someone please tell Ben to stop being so damn cute?

“Honestly? Not really. This is way more Mom’s scene.” Gwyn liked her parties; she just liked them a bit more casual -- out in the middle of the forest, her...her friends...Joey...maybe a bonfire. Nothing like this. Though the pretentious nature of the party did make it easier to identify the assholes, all of whom would be going home with their pockets a little lighter. Which reminded her....she should do another round of the room. Unlatching her purse just a bit she looked back at her father. “I’m going to grab a few more cookies, want anything?”