〔 🐉 〕 ❛❛ JAY; ( jaydenjafar: )
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Jay wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to come with Mal back to the Isle. To watch her back? Now that the barrier was down, if anyone tried anything, all she had to do was go all dragon on them. He vaguely remembered agreeing to help her when she said she wanted to look through her old stuff at her old place, see if there was anything worth saving in her mother’s belongings, but now that they were here, he was beginning to wish he’d stayed in Auradon. The place wasn’t just a mess, it was a total wreck—furniture overturned, random items spilled over the floor, graffiti sprayed on the walls (and not by Mal). The place had been completely ransacked. Jay let out a sigh. “This is gonna take forever.”
Given Maleficent's iron fist grip over the Isle for all the years she had been here, Mal wasn't surprised that her home would've been picked over. She expected that. Expected to find it in disarray, expected for pieces to have been stolen or trashed, but this seemed excessive, even for the Isle of the Lost. All around them, her childhood home, cold as it always had been, suddenly felt invaded and Mal couldn't help the lump at her throat or the nervous bite at her lower lip.
❝ It'll definitely be forever if we don't start. ❞ She easily slipped back into an indifferent façade. It helped her growing up and it was helping to keep her emotions in check now.
She nudged the tip of her boot under a bit of debris and kicked it over, sending a score of insects scurrying away, but not much else was revealed. Maybe Jay was right and this was a lost cause, still, she continued on, clearing what could be cleared yet avoiding her bedroom. As awful as it had been to grow up here, her room had been her solace, and she wasn't ready to see the condition it was in now - especially if the rest of the castle was of any clue.