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@paintedragcn​ said: “ i’ll get blood on your shirt… “ ( settling dust prompts )

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“It’ll blend in,” he said offhandedly, “Either with the red that is there, or...” he trailed off stopping himself from what he was about to say. She’d call him on it surely. But this wasn’t about him.

𝙼𝙰𝙻   [  @paintedragcn​​  ]   𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍   ://   “ don’t  worry,  i  have  a  few  knives  up  my  sleeve. ”

𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝚀𝚄𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂   ://   accepting !

Dark eyes narrowed at the question, Was he jealous? The question made his skin crawl and he wasn’t even sure why. A scowl appears on chiseled features, his fingers brushing through his hair as he considered the half-fae’s question. Why would he ever be jealous? Surely he had better things to do than be jealous of the fact that someone was now getting more attention from Mal than he. He had no reason to be jealous. He wasn’t jealous. He didn’t get jealous of things like that. He, Jay, son of Jafar, the one time greatest thief on the Isle, got jealous over possessions, not people. He was quite certain that it was all ridiculous.

He draws a deep breath, shaking his head, “Don’t be ridiculous,” He hisses through his teeth. “What have I got to be jealous of?”

—  @paintedragcn​  liked  for  a  starter .

It wasn't often that Makkari found herself unsettled, her abilities to sense and feel the vibrations of even the slightest of movements meant that she was rarely caught off guard. However, the disturbance had been little more than a gentle breeze, as if she had left a window open. It wouldn't have been concerning if she hadn't within her closed storage container that was filled to the roof with numerous artifacts, books, and relics that she had collected over the eons.

          Makkari raced through the container and in an instant she found the one responsible for the shift. A young girl reached for a tome from one of her shelves and Makkari seemingly vanished from where she had once stood.

@paintedragcn​ | wanted Diana

“Why is everything so... bright here.” if someone tried to give her another pastel coloured dress telling her that black wasn’t a good color to wear she was going to peck someone’s eyes out. Auradon was just, a little too much. Especially after growing up in a place that was the complete opposite of this place. “Promise me you’ll never make me wear pastel.”

―  @paintedragcn​  gets  a  starter .

𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭  𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫,  harry  had  promised  that  much  to  uma  when  she  had  asked  him  to  stand  in  her  place  in  auroria  and  he  intended  to  keep  his  word,  but  that  didn’t  mean  that  he  was  happy  about  it.  court  was  everything  harry  hated  about  being  a  captain.  the  backroom  deals,  the  peacocking  of  people  who  thought  they  were  more  than  they  were,  the  way  that  no  one  ever  really  said  what  they  really  meant,  everything  had  to  be  read  between  the  lines.  it  was  a  game  of  sorts,  one  harry  rarely  had  the  patience  for  and  that  night  was  no  different.

after  paying  his  respects  to  the  host,  harry  wove  between  the  nobles,  picking  and  choosing  who  to  speak  to  and  what  to  speak  about,  fishing  for  information,  snippets  of  secrets  unwisely  shared,  things  he  could  take  and  use  later,  until  he  spotted  mal.

she  had  made  a  place  for  herself  not  just  in  auroria  as  an  advisor,  but  as  a  voice  for  magical  reformation  that  reached  across  kingdoms  and  even  harry  had  to  acknowledge  the  influence  that  she  held  now.  harry  stepped  away  from  the  game  of  court,  and  slipped  into  place  beside  mal.

“I am so glad I am not the heir to the throne of Camelot,” he said looking far more stressed than he ever had been in his life. “I am not cut out for this, thank you for coming. With Merlin gone, I’m afraid he left us a bit lacking on leadership in Magic.”