#auradonluca

[littlerileyfitz]

TEXT MESSAGE ✉️ LUCA 🖤🥰🖤

Riley: Hi!

Riley: So I was thinking maybe we could go on a date this week. If you want.

[mimithefirst]

Text Message: Luca

Mimi: luca. It's Mimi. I saw you around campus and the least I could do was send a message your way.

Mimi: i sure as hell hope this is still your phone number

Mimi: or you just made me look like a damn sentimental fool and I'll kick your ass when I see you for it

[clara-christensen]

text message ✉  luca 🖕

CLARA: riles and i are going to go visit some addresses where an eleonore lived tomorrow. are you coming with?

CLARA: riley says she'll bribe you with brownies, but... do what you want.

[lucytremaine]

📩 lucy → luca

LUCY: Wish you would have knocked out Ranger in Camelot so we could've found some way to leave him there but good job fighting him in the first place proud of you.

[littlerileyfitz]

“Okay I got us some drinks.” Riley spoke as soon as she was a few steps away from Luca, holding out the whiskey he had requested, her own champagne flute in hand. Riley wasn’t the type of girl to finish an entire bottle of champagne, but she did like a few glasses at whatever royal event she was attending. Smiling as the bubbles hit her tongue, she looked out at the palace, taking in tonight’s events. She might’ve sounded like a broken record at this point, but it was kind of crazy to think of how drastically things had changed in a year. Last time she was at a ball, at little bit over a year ago, she had come alone, dreamed of a perfect prince of a date and left early when those dreams were crushed. And she had danced with Luca, a moment that she could look back on and easily say had been one of the stepping stones to understanding her feelings about him. But now, now she was here with him, and it was nice. He looked so so handsome it made her heart flutter every time she laid eyes on him. 

Of course there was a little voice in the back of her mind saying to check in on him every few seconds, which she knew would probably get annoying if she acted on it every time she had the thought, so instead she just pushed those instincts down. That being said, she knew Luca and she knew he didn’t like being around crowds of people on a good day. Maybe it was time they took a breather. “I saw some doors that look like they lead outside. Want to get some fresh air?” @lucachristensen​

[clara-christensen]

It’d all started that morning as Clara watched the sun rise from her bed that morning, damning her DNA for being half-evil when, suddenly, she realized that was the point-- only one parent had been evil. Her mother was gone forever, she knew that much for sure, but her mother had had a family, too, presumably. And she knew her father well enough to know that that family had had money or titles or both, or else he wouldn’t have bothered. Her father’s family- the Christensens of the Southern Isles- were royals and her blood relatives too. Maybe either of them would hold sway with the King, and they could advocate for her return to Auradon. Maybe they could take her in, take responsibility for her.  Maybe. It was a long shot, but wasn’t her future worth taking a chance on? So when Hans had dinner that night in their dilapidated manor, Clara made him a drink, extra strong. And then refilled it twice. And as her father passed out in the holey leather armchair in the parlor, Clara rummaged through his office to seek out a book she hadn’t seen since she was a child, a collection of photos of her mother and father throughout their courtship and marriage, along with some papers, discussing things like dowries and heirs. It was in a drawer under lock and key, which took Clara only a couple minutes to pick. Why something as simple as a photobook was locked away, she didn’t know, perhaps for this very reason; With older and sharper eyes, Clara hoped to find herself a clue to a permanent escape from the Isle. Without her father. 

It took only a couple hours more of scrutinizing each photo until she realized that she needed help. She needed more answers that her father was willing to give, more courage to confront her father for those answers. Schemes were easy. Succeeding in them was hard, especially alone. And whether she liked it or not, there were at least two people who had every reason to want the same things she wanted. With a huff, Clara stuffed the book into her bookbag and took off for the beach, a destination that was yet another thing she so annoyingly often shared with her brother. With the light from her phone twinkling in the dark, Clara trekked the length of the shore in search of a dark head of hair and broody eyes, finding him sooner rather than later, though it didn’t stop her from breathlessly flopping down beside him from the long walk without explaining her presence. “I thought you needed to see this, if you haven’t already,” She said finally, pulling the heavy book from her bookbag and handing it to her. “I think it’s everything our father has about our mother,” She said shortly, trying to keep a familiar lump in her throat from forming like it did whenever she got into the subject. She was sure he would appreciate an emotional conversation between siblings even less than she would.

[clara-christensen]

TEXT MESSAGE ✉  LUCA 🖕

CLARA: I'd ask if you were taken hostage, but my luck just isn't that good.

CLARA: Seriously, though, where are you and are you okay?

[clara-christensen]

TEXT ✉️ LUCA & CLARA

CLARA: Luca. I don't entirely understand what all these cell phones do, but I do understand that they can be tracked, so don't outright admit to anything.

CLARA: But let's just say, I had a dream the other night that the person who set fire to the science labs was you, and you did it just like you set fires at home. I, in my dream, was very upset with you because our position here is very shaky and had you been caught, we'd undoubtedly all start being sent home and it'd be the beginning of the end of us being in Auradon. And then you told me that you set fires to stuff for a good reason and I understood but I had had a proposition. And in my dream, I offered you a sleeping potion that someone I trusted brewed and said that maybe getting some literally magical sleep might help you not set fire to things. Do you think, in my dream, you might take it in exchange for your word that you'd try to not do anything in the future?