#malfaecent

     d2 mal: i’m happy in my relationship :)

     someone: flirts with carlos

     mal:

@malfaecent​ asked  " weren't we birds of a feather? "

            once upon a time that had probably been true. two ten year old girls desperately hunting for a scrap of parental affection, the closest things to friends that you could get in a place like the isle. with the same mischievous mindset and the same warped sense of humour. once upon a time they really had been birds of a feather. although she might have used some other metaphor. “ maybe once, ” she agrees, but it’s clear she isn’t convinced of it any longer. not when they had grown so much apart following the incident. 

        mal became the big shot, revered through the isle as the baddest of them all, but was dissatisfied with the level of praise she received from her mother so tried harder and harder to win her over. uma became chum in the water, the lowest of the low. because mal said so. so she’d fought and clawed and proved herself time and time again and it had been no good as far as her mother was concerned, but she had simply stopped caring. she owed her mother nothing. and this is where their differences came into their own. 

       because uma had stopped trying to impress  ursula, she had started living for herself. she had impressed everyone else and that was what had mattered. people respected her for herself, and not for her mother’s menacing figure lurking over her shoulder. yet mal was still living in the shadow of the next strongest person, begging for their approval, unable to live her own life because she feared what would happen without that approval. uma already knew what it was like at the bottom, already knew that she could claw her way out of the pit with rage in her soul and her head held high. 

       but mal couldn’t take that risk. if she fell, she might never get back up. if you think you’ll lose, you’re lost. and mal doesn’t seem confident in winning on her own. she’s given up before she’s started. they’re not birds of a feather at all. they’re two sides of the same coin. where uma is heads and mal is tails. for maybe the first time uma understands that her superiority over mal isn’t just a product of her imagination, or wishful thinking. her own self confidence and charisma has made her better. 

@malfaecent​ asked  ‘ hey, how you doin? i’m doing just fine. i lied. i’m dying inside ’ 

"  𝐈𝐓'𝐒  𝐀  𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐏!  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐀  𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓!  "  

fingers  grip  at  the  table  cloth.  her  eyelids,  coated  with  a  bronze  glitter  that  sparkles  even  more  with  the  stray  beams  of  sunlight  come  in  through  the  tea  room  window,  shut  momentarily.  a  deep,  long  breath  is  drawn  in  through  flared  nostrils  as  she  tries  to  compose  herself.  

this  was  hopeless.  

audrey  tried  to  be  a  good  samaritan,  do  the  right  thing,  but  at  this  point  the  right  thing  would  be  packing  up  her  tea  set,    going  home  and  taking  a  long  bubble  bath.  when  she  came  back  to  auradon,  she  wasn’t  expecting  to  be  mal’s  mentor.  “audrey,  you  were  where  mal  was  once  upon  a  time.  you’re  the  perfect  person  to  help  her  adjust!”  really?  was  she  really  the  right  person  to  help  mal  adjust?  and  who  was  the  reason  why  audrey  was  no  longer  where  she  was?

the  past  is  the  past.  the  past  is  the  past.  the  past  is  the  past.  

new  flowers  always  bloom  even  after  the  most  brutal  of  winters.  she  didn’t  even  like  ben  anymore.  that  was  the  story  she  told  her  reflection  every  morning  as  she  got  ready  for  ‘princess  101’  with  mal.  ben  liked  mal,  mal  liked  ben  and  audrey  didn’t  belong  in  that  equation.  if  they  saw  her  getting  along  with  mal,  people  might  actually  let  her  back  in.  even  if  they  didn’t,  at  least  she  wouldn’t  have  to  witness  mal  bumbling  around  like  an  oaf  through  her  tour,  embarrassing  the  title  of  auradon’s  queen.