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hayden : lmao do it i dare you hayden : wait don't because then i can't make fun of u hayden : well, i can, but not like this
Harry: I'll just throw the damn thing overboard Harry: I have no use for it
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eva : we should make a petition or something !! this can't be fair! eva : ughhh i really hate this for you ):
Luciana: Thankfully, this is the only thing I let fall behind. Luciana: I should've known he wouldn't budge.
#╰ ––––––– ✧ texts : evangeline & luciana#╰ ––––––– ✧ texts : evangeline ❨ i'm just too soft for all of it. ❩˙
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delilah's jaw clenched, clearly it was getting to her that she couldn't get under his skin. " you really don't let anything get to you, huh ? guess you have a backbone. go figure. " she rolled her eyes, crossing her hands over her chest. " guess even you can look all big and bad compared to these people. " it was another comment meant to be a jab at him, but she was clearly losing her touch. not that she was ever that wicked to begin with. del typically faked it, that's what she'd had to do to survive on the isle.
after a beat, del let out a soft sigh, shoulders hanging slightly as she let her arms drop to her sigh. " so, uh, how are you holding up here or whatever ? " she asked, running fingers through her curls.
harry wanted to roll his eyes at her attempt at getting under his skin. the day he cared about his father's opinion would be the day he fell on his own hook. it was just a reminder that she knew him about as well as he knew her, which meant neither of them knew anything beyond the rumors of the isle. such a small rock of land still felt so large thanks to the overcrowding.
"so glad tae know ye worry," he teased with a wink. he would thank her for the distraction, but that was not how they worked. they met in passing, and it was always an antagonistic encounter. harry preferred it that way. it was more entertaining for him. "i'll give uma yer compliments."
#╰ ––––––– ✧ writing : delilah ❨ i got class and integrity just like a goddamn kennedy i swear. ❩˙#╰ ––––––– ✧ threads : delilah & harry
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hayden narrowed their eyes at him, listening to the man speak before forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. " oh, none of them are spicy that i'm aware of. i'm not sure what the sauces are, but i do know that none of them are spicy. " they told him, voice sickly sweet, masking the annoyance that this interaction was bringing them.
she didn't want this job, but they needed it to be able to keep themself afloat here in auradon. " i guess i could go ask for you, but i have a shit ton of other tables i have to help. " they vaguely gestured toward other tables that she was serving.
cogsworth resisted the urge to roll his eyes and let them leave without further comment. no reason to make a scene, he reminded himself. he found himself enjoying the live singer once again as he sipped on his lemon water.
his order came out quicker than he expected and he wondered if it had been rushed due to his earlier outburst. he imagined his daughter would have been embarrassed had she accompanied him.
"thank you," he responded gently before sampling his food. he started with the salsa and found it had a wonderful flavor. the clams themselves seemed as fresh as they could be, and he was ready to crack one open before he realized he did not recognize the sauce selection.
"excuse me, would you tell me what sauces these are ? i'm sure each one is delicious, but i am sensitive to most levels of spiciness."
#╰ ––––––– ✧ writing : hayden ❨ i guess you could say that my life's a mess. ❩˙#╰ ––––––– ✧ threads : hayden & cogsworth
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hayden : do you? do you really?? hayden : get a purse or something then lmao
Harry: I know how to use the damn thing Harry: I just don't see the point to it Harry: takes up too much room in my pockets
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del : noooo tell me now ): del : no, i'm right sooo del : hmm navy
anthony: I will tell you once it goes well anthony: and agree to disagree about crew necks anthony: Good idea. Navy blue or crimson red?
#╰ ––––––– ✧ TEXTS : delilah ❨ i fantasize about a time you're a little fuckin' sorry. ❩˙#╰ ––––––– ✧ TEXTS : delilah & anthony
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"i wouldn't call this productive. productive would be doing shit we want, taking what we want. not just sitting here playing second fiddle to these auradon people." hayden argued, crossing their arms as they glared at their former friend. "like, you don't really want this, right? come on, you want more, you can't settle for this." hayden wanted more. well, they wanted to finally get recognition from her parents, but still. that was more than just this.
"we can rule this place, together. we just have to... take what we want." though she was really just doing what they thought would get their parents to actually love them.
On one hand, maybe Hayden was right. The need to survive was a strong force on the Isle, and Jessie had grown very used to a life of loneliness after her dad turned to drinking. She'd hardly shared anything vulnerable or sensitive with Hayden, or anyone else.
That said, Jessie had to wonder if Hayden really believed what they were saying. they could deny it all they wanted, but at the end of the day, a friendship of convenience was still a friendship nonetheless.
"Look around you, Hayden," Jessie threw her arms out, gesturing widely to the empty tables and halls. If there was any evidence needed for how "not soft" Jessie was, look no further than the stump that connected to a cold, metal arm, "Who else is going to care if I don't? I lived for too long with no one giving a shit, and I'm not gonna let you make me feel bad for feeling productive in life."
#╰ ––––––– ✧ writing : hayden ❨ i guess you could say that my life's a mess. ❩˙#╰ ––––––– ✧ threads : hayden & jessie
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hayden : you and that dumb hook hayden : do you need me to give you a phone tutorial or ??? come on, dude. it's not that hard.
Harry: not true i like me hook -10 mins later- Harry: I do now Harry: there's too much to do on here
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eva : omg i took that class last semester and i nearly failed ): eva : unfortunately he won't change his ways. it's awful !!!
Luciana: It's my royal finance professor. Luciana: That man was born with not an ounce of sympathy.
#╰ ––––––– ✧ TEXTS : evangeline ❨ i'm just too soft for all of it. ❩˙#╰ ––––––– ✧ TEXTS : evangeline & luciana
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del : which one omg??? del : okay okay, so crew neck = ew anyway. wear some kind of button up with a collar.
anthony: I am finally about to go on a date with a princess anthony: And I have absolutely nothing that would dazzle her anthony: Every color of crew neck just feels too simple
#╰ ––––––– ✧ TEXTS : delilah ❨ i fantasize about a time you're a little fuckin' sorry. ❩˙#╰ ––––––– ✧ TEXTS : delilah & anthony
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hayden clenched their jaw as she looked at jessie with eyes narrowed, trying to think of a retort before they stopped, hearing the words that she was saying. " yeah right. we may have been friends on the isle, but that was out of a need to survive. it didn't come from a place of actually caring about one another, " she said quickly, brushing off the idea that somebody actually cared about her.
hayden typically allowed herself to be consumed by the dark thoughts that plagued their mind. it came from a place of being ignored by their father and mother. neither hades nor maleficent had ever seemed to care about hayden, and she'd noted that at a young age. " how can you care so much when nobody else does ? don't tell me this place has already made you soft. "
Jessie's fingers an arms flexed instinctively, feeling the argument getting gradually more tense. They knew each other too well to speak like this - each coming up with an occasional barb that cut just a tad too deep.
"I care about me." The mechanic took a deep breath through her nose, trying to think of a more measured response. Some venomous part inside of her wanted to spit back that Hayden only though school was a waste of time because nobody believe in their potential - but that wasn't true. Jessie believed. She believed all the VKs had the potential to build better lives for themselves, but especially the kids she grew up dreaming of getting off the Isle with.
"I care about you. I care about-" Jessie sighed again, feeling a little stuck for words in the moment, "I'm not saying it's easy. Obviously I know I'm not living some charmed-ass life here. But I care."
#╰ ––––––– ✧ writing : hayden ❨ i guess you could say that my life's a mess. ❩˙#╰ ––––––– ✧ threads : hayden & jessie
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eva gave a soft smile, nodding at corey's realization. " yeah, which is kind of hard when i want to go and do things that i'm sure my mother doesn't approve of, " she admitted, letting out a soft sigh. as much of a goody-two-shoes that evangeline was, she did do things that snow white didn't approve of. " it's exhausting, really. sometimes i wish i knew what it was like to not be a princess, " it sounded a bit tone deaf considering she was talking to a vk, but eva didn't really mean it in a bad way or anything.
" get your apartment back in order ? oh. what all needs to be done with it ? " the brunette asked them, tilting her head to the side. surely she could use her status and money to help corey with whatever the issue may be so that they don't have to overwork themself.
At times, Corey did sort of envy and miss the Sugar Rush Racers, even if they had never been alive in the video game world their dad was from. The fast winds, the shiny lights, the candy coated-sweetness covering every corner? That was the type of world Corey would've thrived in - not the drab grocery store/bakery the Candy family cobbled together on the Isle.
"Oh, duh! You probably have like, a whole team of people to drive you around," Corey tabbed their forehead as if this was the dumbest assumption ever - of course people in Auradon had drivers. It came with the whole "rich asshole" thing they had going on. Not that Evangeline was being an asshole by any means, she was being quite patient with all of Corey's questions.
"This weekend? Probably working, if I had to guess. I'm working like, all the shifts to get my apartment back in order."
#╰ ––––––– ✧ writing : evangeline ❨ secret gardens in my mind. ❩˙#╰ ––––––– ✧ threads : evangeline & corey
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delilah rolled her eyes at him, biting down hard on the inside of her cheek to refrain from arguing too much. it wasn't that she didn't want to argue, but she tended to get a bit more emotional that she liked to. " yeah, i was starting to get worried about you for a minute there, but here, i mean, you said so yourself, even the weakest creatures can survive. it's a good thing you had uma back on the isle, because yikes. i truly wonder how your father felt knowing that his son wasn't even first in command. "
del actually liked auradon, being away from her mother was more than enough to keep her happy. she couldn't let harry know that though, not with the way he spoke to her. truthfully, del wasn't sure there was anybody she could voice her relief to be in auradon to, afraid that they would judge her and accuse her of going soft.
"ye know, the more ye speak, the more ye betray yerself," he stated cryptically. harry knew very well that anyone stronger or smarter could come along at any time. he did not consider himself invulnerable, but his greatest strength was the touch of madness his dear old father gave him. it made him unpredictable.
"ah 'ave no cares for what frightens ye." his hook dragged along the wall of the alley as he passed her. there was not enough force to leave a noticeable mark, but the meeting of brick and metal still grumbled in protest. "it's ah good thing you're in auradon now. even the weakest of creatures can survive this dull land."
#╰ ––––––– ✧ threads : delilah & harry#╰ ––––––– ✧ writing : delilah ❨ i got class and integrity just like a goddamn kennedy i swear. ❩˙
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hayden was much too used to dealing with the rude people from auradon, knowing that behind the whole perfect facade, there were people more villainous than those stuck on the isle. some of the henchmen of villains were actually good, just misunderstood, at least that's what hayden believed. now her mother, probably deserved to be there. father, not so much.
" as you should. anyway, i'll be back with those soon. if you do end up liking my meal suggestion, then maybe you should consider not judging a book by its cover, " they said, smirking as they walked away to go put in the order.
after the order of both plates was ready, hayden brought them out and set them down in front of him. " here you go, enjoy. " they stood close to him, watching and waiting for his reaction to the meals.
his brow raised and he considered whether or not it was worth it to make a scene. he liked to consider himself a humble man, but he was also the head butler of florian castle. " i'm sure, " he remarked, preparing himself to muster up a storm of scathing words.
the wind was taken out of his sails when the young staff member made him an offer that he knew he would be a jerk to refuse. " oh... well, yes. that would be quite agreeable, " he nodded, realizing he might have raised arms far too quickly. " i apologize for my tone, " he added more gently.
#╰ ––––––– ✧ writing : hayden ❨ i guess you could say that my life's a mess. ❩˙#╰ ––––––– ✧ threads : hayden & cogsworth
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hayden : you don't like anything, what's new? hayden : you can turn the sound off, you know that right??
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Harry: i don't like this gadget Harry: it beeps too much
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eva : that's not fair ): it totally should count!!! eva : which professor is it???
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Luciana: I still have to study. Luciana: My professor said a flooded apartment doesn't qualify for an extension.
#╰ ––––––– ✧ TEXTS : evangeline ❨ i'm just too soft for all of it. ❩˙#╰ ––––––– ✧ TEXTS : evangeline & luciana
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del : what are we looking @ ? del : how bad is it ?
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Anthony: SOS Anthony: I am having a fashion emergency !
#╰ ––––––– ✧ TEXTS : delilah ❨ i fantasize about a time you're a little fuckin' sorry. ❩˙#╰ ––––––– ✧ TEXTS : delilah & anthony
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