#post d3

It was only natural, Adora supposed for her sister to come when she heard the girl’s screams. Some things, even after you’d gone mad with power, didn’t change. Adora’s breathing had calmed, (she had briefly slipped into more of a panic when she’d seen Audrey come in) but she hesitated to get close to her. The girl sat with her knees drawn to her chest, eyes adjusting to the dark and shadows of her bedroom. 

    so i was re watching riverdale last night and i was thinking of writing a ‘x reader’ one-shot for jay from descendants with this quote. mostly just “i’m asking you now, right now, if you love me?” it will be gender neutral and the basis of the idea is that the reader has been dating jay for a while and constantly adapting to his way of dating. reader’s friends ask one day if they’ve said the ‘l’ word yet and the reader says no.  their friends bring the reader to realize it is not unreasonable for them to want this one thing after everything they have done for jay.

let me know if you’re interested! xx

“Why did she have to do it?” The words were soft, as the sad, tired eyes of the youngest daughter, met those of the eldest son. Adora hardly left her room anymore, only leaving it to take care of and ride her pony. “Why’d she have to hurt everyone? I mean, she was hurting, and Grammy wasn’t helping, but... who cares if Ben doesn’t love her. we love her...Mama, Papa, Philip, you...” 

She could still see them in her dreams, the statues, their parents just asleep on the grass... servants on top of each other in heaps. There she’d been, unable to help any of them. “Why weren’t we enough for her?” Why wasn’t I enough for her? was her real question. The child’s voice had returned to her, but with it came the anger and the sadness, and too many feelings to make sense of. “I just don’t get why she was so hung up on a future that couldn’t happen anymore, I’m never worried about a future, and most days I’m not even sure I’ll have a future,” Adora huffed kicking her legs in frustration. She just couldn’t wrap her brain around it, hence why she was talking Preston’s ear off.

“Donations! come drop off your donations!” Adora calls from the table she’s set up. Boxes of toys, clothes, medicine, and non perishable foods sit in a neat orderly fashion atop the pristine pink linen tablecloth. An obviously handmade sign with the words ‘Love for the Lost’ stands by the girl’s side. “Drop off your donations for the children on the Isle!”

The nine year old looked pensive for a moment. Aaron seemed cool, different than any other sitter who came before. On the other hand, didn’t Mama and Papa know she was far too old for a sitter? Honestly, it wasn’t like she was every truly home alone.