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When Mal had entered the dorm room she would have found the tank once housing her mother empty, bear of any signs of life beside an untouched food bowl - like really Mal, a food bowl for your mother? It had become a regular occurrence once Maleficent had begun regaining strength, as the effects of the Isle began to wane. She was not the damaged woman who attacked the coronation anymore, the one who was half the size she use to be.

Maleficent sat within one of the chairs, her fingers testing the rags of fabric that the young Evie girl was making into some gaudy creation, her foot resting upon the desk. The waiting game had been something of a bore, waiting to see what would happen when her daughter arrived. As the purple haired girl appeared she looked up, a wicked grin crossed her lips.

The voice in his head told him that this needed to be done, that she was the source of all his pain. That the months of heartache, pain, and nightmares were all because of her. That if she were gone that he would be free, he would be happy again. 

But then she spoke and he could feel Ben come out again, looking at her with love in his eyes as the grip on the knife loosened but still remained where it was. He released some of the pressure, trying to use these few seconds for good before they were gone altogether. "Mal, you have to stop me." The words were almost whispered, as if they caused him physical pain to say. He knew that she had magic, that she could push him off if she wanted to. 

She didn't want to, but he needed her to. Because soon enough the curse took control again as he pinned her up against the wall, "You did this to me." The words came with a growl as he looked into her eyes.

                            “ there comes a time in all of our utterly depressing lives when we’ve got to get up, get out, and do something before we’re struck down by misanthropy. ” you think this is a joke, mal?? wellp, think again, ‘cause coraline’s charging in like the cavalry, determined to create as much of a disturbance as humanly possible. 

she’s peering at mal, thoroughly bored, and thoroughly ready to drag mal, kicking and screaming, out of routine.  “ d’you know that chronic indoorsiness kills people?? ” it’s just science. “ we’re going out. ”

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Evie got up from her bed and opened the bottom drawer of her desk, where she stored a few of her old textbooks from her years of castle-schooling. Delicately she picked up her favourite, a worn leather grimoire, her mother’s personal spell book. It had been useless on the Isle, not that she would have used any of the spells. Princes didn’t want a witch for a wife. But now she no longer needed a prince she couldn’t help but want to lean the spells and potions she had spent hours reading. Just as she went to open it she heard the door open and stuffed it under a pillow turning to face the other person with a smile.

               “YOU REEK OF magic.” sikudhani says this as if it’s perfectly normal to comment on a girl’s stench. if the girl isn’t going through the effort of hiding it, then why should she go through the effort of pretending not to notice? sikudhani shrugs. it’s no matter of import, beyond the tantalizing scent she brings in. “smells of fresh meat.”

"ʷᵉˡˡ ᶦᶠ ᶦᵗ ᶦˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᶦʳˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵇᵉʰᶦⁿᵈ.       ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ   ᵖ ʳ ᶦ ⁿ ᶜ ᵉ ˢ ˢ  ˡᶦᶠᵉ ᶦˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵗᵒ          ˢᵉⁿᵈ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵃˢ ᵃ ʰᵉˡˡᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿ ᵒˡᵈ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ."