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@icedwolf-01 replied to your photo: “Do I need to tell you their names? Because I swear I can tell you,...”:
U forgot Penny...
i normally wouldn’t reply here, but no i didn’t forget any name, i literally quoted Isle of the Lost by Melissa de la Cruz so....
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hethieves:
“ yeah. together. ” jay nods shortly. whatever softness, kindness, warmth, he learns to wear in auradon — learns to laugh and play, not just work and starve — is gone. his eyes are knives of steel — silver and black and deadly — and his hands and arms, his whole body, already positions itself to dare an outsider to come close. “ we’ll be okay. we’ll get to the hideout, and we’ll be okay. ” he finally hears that he’s trying to convince himself when his voice cracks and shakes a bit on the last word.
Jay spoke with such certainty, Carlos just wished he could feel it a bit more. He knew they get to the hide out, but he had lack of faith in how fast they would all get there and if they would even get their at the same time. There was no certainty. He took a deep breath, “What if we don’t get there, what’s our backup?” he asked, not to question, but more out of fear than anything. Carlos wasn’t a coward, but he did fear his mother, not much else phased him.
ladymalevxlent:
Forcing herself to breathe evenly winded up calming Mal down from her own anxious thoughts. She let go once he started to slowly pull away, her arms falling back at her sides. He was okay. Things were okay.
…okay, maybe not totally okay. Even if Carlos hadn’t specified what he was asking, Mal took her best guess. “Like I said, Uma and I handled Audrey. I think she and Harry are with her at Auradon Prep.” She was leaving out the part that Audrey was out cold, at least for now. One trauma at a time… “I probably should’ve stayed with them, but I… Ah, I wanted to make sure you guys were okay.”
That was an understatement, considering how quickly Mal bolted from the school just to get to them after talking with Uma. She had been in the worst panic. “…how much do you remember?” It seemed like he remembered being stone pretty vividly, judging by his earlier reaction. She wondered if he was aware of her initial failed attempts to undo it with her own magic.
He frowned deeply, why did he go along with all of this. He hated himself for it all. It wasn’t even her fault he had been turned to stone. “I guess we’re fine.” He couldn’t speak for Evie or Jay, or even Ben, hell he wasn’t even sure about himself. But he wanted so badly to be fine. He just didn’t know if that would ever happen. It seemed it was ripped from him just when he got there.
He looked down and then back her, “I--- everything was dark, noises that started out as muffled began to fade to nothing, every inch of me felt like I was being rubbed with concrete til I couldn’t feel any more, my voice was stuck in my throat--- I--- I--- wondered if I would stop thinking one day---”
sheflirts:
“I know she’s not, but Jay is making me feel really shitty because I can’t.” Her brows knit together so tightly that it was borderline painful. Carlos knew why she couldn’t. Hell, he had been there to help her out of that fur closet, even though he was just a little too late to save her the pain of her foot nearly being ripped off because Mal thought it would be amusing.
His touch was comforting and she soon laced her fingers in his, and she knew that he was right. She did. She doesn’t want to let anyone down, most of all the children who deserve a better life than what they were given. Children should not have to pay the price for their parents sin.
Evie knew that better than anyone. It was the reason Mal and Maleficent lashed out on them when she was six. SIX.
When Carlos said she wouldn’t be going back alone, a look of worry crossed her features. “I could never ask you to go back there, Carlos. I could never expect or ask you to get within the grasp of your mother.” She would feel horrible if something happened while on the isle. She would never forgive herself.
Jay was being a jerk then if that was the case. Evie didn’t owe Mal anything and for him to think that he should it was crazy. Carlos respected Jay, he was one of Jay’s best friends, he always thought that, but for him to just assume something like that, it didn’t make sense to him. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about, he’d back Mal even if she committed murder.” Perhaps he was exaggerating or maybe he wasn’t.
“I’m not waiting to be asked, I’ve made up my mind.” He gave her hand a squeeze. Carlos had his own issues with the Isle. He had nightmares. His mother was like a blood hound and a leach all rolled into one. But he survived there looking after himself for years. Besides he had places to go to not be near his mother. He had Diego. He had the house that he helped build, as well as the apartment, though he’s not sure Evie would want to stay there. But he knew how to get in and out of his tree house without Cruella detecting it.
“I’m willing to risk it.” he told her, “Besides don’t act like you wont be in the grasp of your own mom.” They were going to risk alot, and it was worth it for the kids still there.
ladymalevxlent:
She didn’t believe that for one second, and the look she gave him in the following moment said as much. It seemed like it was late for any sort of apology, but Mal chose not to comment. Instead, she gritted her teeth, leaning her head back. “I’m not mad at you,” She reiterated to him, and swallowed. It felt like sand was going down her throat. “I’m just… upset that this is the way it had to be.”
There were a lot of little things that could’ve prevented them from being in this position. Audrey could’ve chosen not to run when she was deemed a suspect. Carlos could’ve chosen not to lose hope yet, and or not leave Mal’s side while she was still unconscious. Mal could’ve tried to arrive at the scene sooner…
He frowned. She said that she wasn’t mad, but he didn’t believe it. Plus she was upset. And he didn’t like that she was upset. But he couldn’t blame her. He did what he did, and he couldn’t take it back. Even if he had magic, necromancy just screamed, do not do. He was surprised she was still here, sure they had a pact, but it wasn’t like he actually followed through on it. He jumped the gun.
“I didn’t think you were going to get better,” he told her. It was iron, he saw what it did on the isle, and this was a completely knew level. This was Stephan and Maleficent levels of stuff.
ladymalevxlent:
Mal feigned boredom while she listened to Carlos list off the various reasons, arms crossed and sighing playfully. It probably shouldn’t have surprised her that he’d be so fascinated by everything at this particular tent. She could even see the appeal in working with hot metals, seeing as she had done so on a much smaller scale when doing metal work for her art class.
Her arms dropped to her sides when he handed the package to her though, and raising a curious eyebrow, she started to open it up. Seeing what was inside, she gaped. “Carlos—” She looked to the boy with a growing smile, and then back down at the object in her hands. It was a knife. Not the most flawless one she had ever seen, but she liked all the bumps and little imperfections in it. Those, as well as the little carvings on the blade and scales on the hilt, were enough to tell Mal that this was very much something crafted.
“Did you get this made here?”
He looked about as innocent as possible, which wasn’t too hard if you asked most people. He shrugged, “I may have had a hand in having that particular knife made here today,” he said, looking everywhere but her. He then looked to her, and grinned.
He was horrible at figuring out when people liked or disliked things. He was better at it with his friends. But even then because of the Isle thing where they were told to keep their emotions in tact it could be hard at times. Granted he certainly didn’t help especially depending on he situation. He was nervous though, “I can take it back, I mean I know its stupid and you have better ones...”
ladymalevxlent:
“I know you are,” She agreed, simply enough. “But you want to know the twist? I don’t really give a fuck that you lied.” Okay, maybe Mal cared a little, but as far as soulmates went on the Isle, everyone lied about them. Soulmates were just another liability. Another weakness, and you don’t talk about weaknesses on the Isle. Had she known that Carlos was her soulmate, Mal doubted she would’ve really confronted him about it too—not initially, at least.
Lips pressed together, Mal’s eyes scanned the area one last time, before she walked over to the base of a tree and took a seat by it. “This soulmate thing is a two-way street, you know. If I’m stuck with you, then you’re stuck with me too, which means I’m not leaving,” She called out, leaning against the trunk and hugging her knees to her chest.
Carlos didn’t believe her. He’d be offed on the Isle if he told her the truth. He didn’t believe her because lying was a big deal. Lying could get you places but it also was a dangerous thing to do if you didn’t know what you were doing. Now the biggest lie he told was coming to bite him in the butt. “Sure, Mal,” he responded, the scoff barely audible because of the distance. He still wasn’t coming down, like at all, no way.
“That’s just it you’re stuck,” he told her. “I never wanted you to feel stuck.” He never wanted her to owe him any obligations. Yet here he was, here she was, and she was stuck with him. He tried to avoid that for years. He was okay with her not knowing, he was okay with him having the attachment to her, he already had it. But, now things were changed. She was stuck with him, and he doubted she would want that, no one did. “I’m sorry its me Mal.”
ladymalevxlent:
“Not at all,” She shook her head, giving him a little grin. If anything, Mal liked Auradon better at night anyway. She’d make sure that they ended up somewhere outside, somewhere that had a decent view of the sky too.
The moment they made it to her motorcycle, Mal strapped her helmet on and then took a seat, waiting for Carlos to follow the suit behind her. “Let me know when you’re good.”
He grinned, and put his helmet on, following suit. He got on, and wrapped his arms around her. “Lets go,” he said the best he could in her ear. “I trust you.” He gave her a little squeeze as to emphasize his point, and because he wasn’t used to the bike just yet.
ladymalevxlent:
“Look, Balthazar and his army are loyal to me, and as far as the rest of the creatures here go, most of them aren’t looking to start any conflicts,” She assured him, trying to apply whatever rationality she could to ease him. She would’ve reached for his hands too, but since it was the first time in a while that either of them had seen each other, Mal didn’t want to assume or do anything that could’ve been perceived as sudden.
She watched his reaction to her words carefully, and her smile widened. “I’ve missed you too.” More than he probably knew, but her main priority was not to overwhelm him, feelings or otherwise. “So… There’s probably a lot to catch up on, huh?”
“He has an army?” Carlos asked eyes wide and panicked. He hadn’t meant to bring up an army. He hadn’t meant to start any problems at all. He just wanted to visit Mal. The timing got a little off, he didn’t mean to cause a false alarm for a war because of that. “I didn’t meant to cause trouble, seriously. That’s the last thing I want to do.”
He had an urge to hug her. Before they had gone their separate ways he probably would have. But things were---- things, and he didn’t know how well that would be received. “Yeah--- I met Roger and Anita, from Cruella’s story. That was--- well terrifying, I was terrified, they were nice.”