#morerottentothecore

“Well don’t just lurk, Darling. One might start to think your mother forgot to teach you manners. Come. Sit. And tell me of the news from the other side of the Isle.” While Morgana did not often leave her castle, when she did it was usually only to visit Maeve’s mother. The only other being on the isle that the sorceress (and queen) thought worthy of her attention. In that same vein, she often sent Mordred to Maleficent -- either with bits of news or a gift or two. A small offering to keep their fragile peace. And to help one another in their quest to regain their magic. 

Two heads were often better (and faster) than one.

@morerottentothecore

“Wendy.” He waited for her to turn to her, eyes catching hers as he moved through the steaming water of the Roman bath, which was honestly more like a massive pool. Pausing in his wading until he was only inches away from her, bodies not touching as he waited for that sign of acceptance, never wanting to take something from her she was unwilling to give. Not after what she’d endured.

Only when he saw it in her eyes did he close the distance, tenderly claiming her lips with his, holding back only just barely until she gave some sign to give in fully to the draw that was her.

The way he said her name was something that she could never fully explain, or understand. It sounded to her as if her very name on his lips gave them both life. The water creating small ripples as they moved to one another, and even more forming as their lips met in a tender embrace. 

There was something about Haemon that just made her feel safe, and at peace. Perhaps it was simply the god in him but in reality it was so simple. She loved him, and she loved whom he made her. Her hands gently wrap around his neck as she pulls herself closer to him, whispered as such against his lips through their kiss.

Having grown bolder in her time here, mostly due to the shifts in her relationship with the Fae rather than the actual surroundings, Allison didn’t pause to knock as she walked straight into Raven’s room and flopped face-first onto his bed with a groan.  She was dressed in perfect Auradon clothes and aching to get back to leather and worn denim rather than these starched and stiff outfits that never sat quite right.

Owen wasn’t someone that was considered a gentleman. He was a prince, but so far from the part. Still though, he had morals. He was just... rough around the edges, but still respectful. Catching one of their sleazy classmates gawking at Maeve though for some reason set him off. He couldn’t blame the guy really -- she was stunning, and she knew it. There was a difference though between admiring and ogling, and this was definitely the latter. It wouldn’t hurt to have some more VKs on his side, and maybe she’d even put in a good word to Raven for him. Owen used this an an excuse to justify him lashing out, but really he just didn’t like the way this guy looked at her.

“I suggest you keep your eyes in your head unless you want them to both be black eyes,” Owen hissed, stepping toward the other male with a raised fist. “She’s not a piece of meat.”