#( 🐉 ) ⸻ rotten to the core : QUEUE.

[torturedisle]

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[torturedisle]

a full smile rose to the fairy's lips as she was handed a purple rose, completely matching her hair. she figured something had been done with the white rose, but she chose not too ask any questions. that's how she got through the isle - never ask questions, never expect anything. part of her had wondered what it would be like to live in auradon, where people treated each other kindly and out of the goodness in her heart. the other part of her wanted nothing to do with them because of her sister. she wanted nothing to do with her family. ❝ thank you, really. ❞ she spoke again in wonder, wondering why the other had chose to show her kindness when anyone else wouldn't. the small rose was probably the nicest thing she has ever owned. mallie tried the whole act that everyone else put on - stealing candy from babies, being part of people's crews ( not like her sister had ever tried to let mallie in theirs ), mischief and always in some kind of trouble. it wasn't for her, but neither was auradon. so she was stuck in the middle. she would just ride out the tide until she found a place to call her own. ❝ there must be something i can do to pay you back. this must have been, ❞ she paused. ❝ impossible to find, or took long to craft. ❞ plus, she really didn't figure that anyone on the isle did anything without having something they wanted in mind.

❝ of course. i am absolutely sure. ❞ fitting ... how the victim caspian chooses to prank with a dipped rose stem in purple sticky substance with the odor of spoiled hotdogs has the hair color to match. although, he did feel a surprise pang of guilt strike his icy heart the moment she thanked him and he could see a tiny smile trying to form. that was the plot twist he didn't expect, he couldn't stand how everyone on this isle had been looking at him sideways with sour faces since he fled from the winter kingdom and landed here as a stranger. sticking out like a sore thumb, he knew. but it didn't stop him from hating the ones thinking they could judge him. if anything, he felt he was the only one allowed to do the judging. so of course boredom and a need for a harmless payback had fueled this little prank. for that half of second he battled with letting her take it, why should he give her the benefit of the doubt? he shouldn't. it annoyed him he was even contemplating it. and even more at what he decided to do next at last second, ❝ actually, ❞ the taller quickly snatches the prank rose back as she began to reach for it, tossing it behind him, ❝ this one... ❞ he opened his coat, pulling out a purple colored rose to offer, ❝ this one fits you better. ❞ claiming that's why he had the sudden change– to match her hair. and he'd just ignore the way he'll probably want to kick himself later for not letting her put her hands in a sticky glue.