we all bite back

Picking up a few apples from the nearby fruit basket, he smiled at Jane, 

❛ There’s this thing from where Hades is from, it’s sort of a cute thing but when a guy wants to propose he apparently throws an apple at the girl, weird huh? ❜

With a chuckle, he placed the apple back in the fruit basket before looking across the kitchen thoughtfully. Tapping at the counter for a minute or so, the boy thought about the date they were about to go on.

❛ Hey, fairycakes, what should we get for our picnic? Cupcakes? Chocolate? Sandwiches? I promise not to eat them all, ❜

❛ You called? ❜

The young boy mused with a smile, mouth shaped into a lopsided and childish grin. Frail body rested against a wall covered in graffiti, several pieces of hay scrunched up in his hand under the worn down red leather gloves. Flinging the hay aside, he kicked the wall with one foot to propel himself to a proper standing position.

Eyes couldn’t help but gaze along her body as the boy took in every detail of his surroundings. Worry clouded his thoughts as seconds passed, realization that she had become thinner than the last time he had seen her ---- A FEW DAYS AGO! ---- almost knocking the air out of his lungs. How could her body support her, especially in those heels?

Shaking himself out of his trance with a small scoff, he opted for light teasing,

WHILE SHE SHIVERED, she curled herself up. Resting her chin on her knees as her arms wrapped around her shins, she let out a chilling sigh. It was only right–SHE ALWAYS HAD THE BLANKET. He couldn’t even sleep wrapped around Cruella’s furs–it was only FAIR if she enveloped herself in the cold.

❝ Yeah–of course I don’t mind. I have a pillow already. You have none. ❞ She couldn’t help but admit it into herself–his stutter, while HEARTBREAKING, was rather cute. He was her friend–and she would do ANYTHING for her friend. She would do anything to get anything for him–she was CERTAIN she could manipulate a few blankets from people.

Standing up, she disappeared for a moment before returning with her blanket.

IT WAS THIN, TATTERED AND TORN–BUT IT WAS THE BEST SHE HAD. With a weak smile, she wrapped the blanket around the male before sitting back down, feeling the shivers shoot up her spine once again.

❝ It’s not much–I’ve had it since I was little, so it’s a bit torn up… I need to stitch it up, I’ll work on that tomorrow if I can swindle some thread off a shopkeeper’s son. Sorry about that–but I mean it. Just take it. ❞

THE FRIGID BREEZE CUT HER LIKE A KNIFE. However–she had a mattress. A broken mattress with some SPRINGS protruding–but something to keep her off the ground nonetheless. IF SHE WAS TO BE THE FAIREST, SHE SHOULD ACT LIKE THE FAIREST. With kindness.

❝ I’ll find another way to keep myself warm, okay? Just… just keep it. You need something to keep you warm. ❞

An exasperated sigh escaped his lips at her stubbornness. He couldn’t just let her sleep in the isle without a blanket, he already had her pillow, it wouldn’t be fair if he took the blanket. Her shivers only further fueling his resolve to return the blanket back to her. 

The bluette disappeared for a few moments and upon her return, Carlos had slightly risen from his position, ready to argue that she needed her blanket in the harsh weather. Weakened legs gave way halfway, the boy slumping on his knees as a tattered blanket was wrapped around him, providing some relief from the cold.

He felt horrible for feeling comfortable, it wasn’t his blanket, it was Evie’s, he couldn’t take it away from her, it wouldn’t feel right. BESIDES, SHE NEEDED HER BLANKET MORE THAN HE DID.She wasn’t accustomed to the cold like him. Despite being sick, he weathered the cold very well.HE HAD TO, OR IT’D MEAN DEATH.

A curse bubbled in his throat, fueled by both the unfairness of having her blanket and the living conditions in the isle.

❛ Evie your pillow was enough. Please, you need your blanket, ❜

HE COULD FEEL EVERY SHIVER THAT RACKED HER BODY, AND IT SENT ELECTRIC SHOCKS DOWN HIS SPINE. Why was she so nice to him anyways? He never fully understood her kindness, her tendency to be benevolent to anyone she crossed. At times he admired her for the trait,YET AT TIMES LIKE THIS, HE DETESTED IT.

      Set everything on fire   -----                              Until the dawn is GONE

                                                                                       ----- LIVE,                                                                                                       BECAUSE WE’RE YOUNG !

Fali you’re my best friend i love you so damn much. I remember the days before the rp community, the times I looked up to you and wanted to be like you. I still sometimes still can’t wrap my head around how we’re friends. How damn lucky was I to have you as a friend? I love you so damn much bab,,, take care of yourself, please. 

It was TERRIBLY COLD. The Isle was always frigid during the winter months–having no blankets or pillows must be awful. Doe hues met doe hues in a moment of selflessness–PILLOWS WERE HARD TO COME BY. She only had two, this being the better.

Carlos was like a BROTHER to her–a brother she never knew she could have. SHE WAS CASTLE SCHOOLED FOR YEARS, forced to force through the cold behind unwelcoming, stone walls. Now that she had friends like this… SHE WASN’T ALONE ANYMORE. If she didn’t have to be alone, then neither did he.

EVIE HAD OF COURSE NOTICED HOW CRUELLA TREATED HER SON. Her furs were more beloved. Someone had to show Carlos that sort of compassion. Who better than the PRETTIEST ON THE ISLE, according to some? The princess–DAUGHTER OF THE EVIL QUEEN. Pressured all her life to find that perfect prince. Never good enough unless she looked like the PERFECT DOLL. Every compliment was greeted with a smile and a small thank you. All the beauty she possessed was something she didn’t REALISE EXISTED–that the real beauty lay behind the cosmetics and outfits made out of curtains. It would take her prince to bring out that side of her.

Handing over the pillow, she gently sat on the ground. CHILLS RACED UP HER SPINE, causing an noticeable reaction in the form of shivers. How did he sleep on this–IT ALMOST MADE HER CRY. He was her first friend–even if she invited so many people over to her birthday party–which ultimate got her cursed–, she wasn’t friendly with them. Sympathetic eyes gazed over to Carlos.

❝ Would you like my blanket as well? ❞ Well, being the fairest on the Isle took many sacrifices–her OWN COMFORT being one.

❝ It’s terribly cold tonight. You can take mine if you want. You… don’t have one, do you? ❞

The pillow was placed on his lap, arms hurriedly wrapping around the soft material before pulling back. Staring at the pillow was next, a dejected smile on the youth’s face. He couldn’t accept this, the pillow was hers. Yet she had given it to him? Did this mean he got to keep it? DID HE FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING ALL FOR HIMSELF?

All his life, he worked for his mother. Sympathy was nonexistent in the young boy’s life, it felt different. He didn’t know what to think, he had already thanked her but the feeling of selfishness and guilt still berated him. Would she still have a pillow for herself if Carlos actually kept this one? He’d feel horrible if he let his goddess sleep without one underneath her head, without one to softly hold her head in place, so her neck wouldn’t hurt.

SHE’D BE ALRIGHT IF HE HAD THIS? COULD HE ACTUALLY BE SELFISH FOR ONCE IN HIS LIFE?

❛ Y-You’re alright? -- W-With me keeping this, I mean, ❜

Despite the stutter being involuntary from lack of speech and being flustered, he berated himself on not being able to control it. The last time he had properly seen her, talked to her, was during her sixth birthday, the birthday that got her cursed far away.THE DAMN CURSE THAT TOOK AWAY HIS ONLY FRIEND.

She was back though, right? He had his friend back?WAS SHE REALLY WITH HIM AGAIN?

❛ Wh-What-- Evie I can’t take your blanket too. You need one to keep yourself warm, ❜

☾ STARTER CALL ♛  @techievil· ☽

❝ Hey – Carlos. ❞ THEY WERE MEANT TO BE BAD. Their parents were VILLAINS–the worst of the worst. Their parents, in their eyes, were the WORST OF THE WORST. What would be considered a disgusting act to the others on the island ( —– especially their parents ) was something Evie wanted to do for a FRIEND.

Friend… that was a weird word to use. ESPECIALLY when confined to these borders and this island.

❝ I have a pillow for you. Don’t let your mother see–or MINE for that matter. You know what they’d say. ❞ A bittersweet smile was tugged upon her ruby lips. She saw how Cruella treated HER OWN SON. Anything to help–even a little.

ANYTHING TO BE THE FAIREST IN THE LAND.

Cold, TERRIBLE COLD , wracked the child’s body, beating shivers out of him, accompanied by pants of helplessness. OH HOW SWEET HER TONE , beckoning his attention, calling out to him. Doe colored eyes, bloodshot from lack of sleep, dart back and forth to land upon sapphire ones, taking in every feature. 

SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL, LIKE A GODDESS, AN EPIPHANY OF BEAUTY HE COULD ONLY DREAM OF SEEING, TOUCHING. 

A hand reach out to grasp at his face, the scratched up leather rushing waves of comfort through him. The clothes on his back were all he had, and those scuffed leather gloves were comfort. He loved them. Fingertips ghosted around his face as the hand brushed away stray hair that had made its way across his burning forehead. A questioning hum croaked in his throat, answering the beautiful bluette in front of him.

A sigh softly resonated through his vocal chords in dejection. No doubt would she believe him if he told her she was perfect. She would brush him off as being nice when he spoke the truth. He knew her. SHE WOULD ONLY ACCEPT HER BEAUTY ONCE IT HAD BEEN RECOGNIZED BY A PRINCE.

❛ A pillow? Oh? ❜

Saying he was confused was an understatement. Shock ran through him before happiness fleeted against his features. A pillow. COMFORT, SOMETHING HE LACKED. His mother would never do anything like this for him. NEVER. A shy smile replaced his enthusiastic one, tired face tilted downwards.

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OH WHAT I WOULD GIVE TO FORGET

Your HOOKS in my BACK ( THEIR STING COLD ----- )

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