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Alone in a locked room, her heart was throbbing with relentless hatred and her arm was scalding from the soul trapped within herself. She found herself gasping, her body frozen in agony. Through hazed vision, she was able to see the disarray of her room and blood splattered on the walls and bed. In her attempt to rise, she gritted her teeth and rolled on her side to cradle her left arm.
The burning sensation brought tears to her eyes and bile rose from her empty stomach. The bluenette covered her mouth with teary eyes as she tried to hold it back. Now able to see the source of the blood, a stench of burned flesh hit her nostrils and the girl was no longer able to contain it. She threw up alongside the mangled corpse next to her bed. After coughing a few times and wiping her mouth, only then did she finally sit up.
There was a knock and for a moment, she found her body acting on its own. Though struggling, she rose from her bed to see the boy she admired most. As his eyes scanned the room, the girl could see the faint spectral glow of his right eye. Knowing her door was locked from the outside, she stood on shaky legs, bracing herself against the wall to step over the body. After stumbling and catching herself on the dresser, she made it to her window, opening it just enough for the boy to slip inside. He pulled himself up, ignoring the long hair falling over his shoulder while he climbed inside. He quickly dropped to one knee, placing a hand over his heart and lowering his head.
“Sorry I’m late, Princess.” He paused, glancing over to the corpse. “In the neck, Evie?” the boy continued jokingly in an effort to make her laugh. She stared at him for a moment, taking in the scorch marks left on his vest, the branded number on his neck peeking out from behind his hair, and the charred cuffs bound to his wrists. Eyes narrowing, the bluenette ignored his joke despite finding it amusing.
The boy rose when signalled to, then pulled her into a much needed hug.
“I’m sorry...” he spoke, cradling the back of her head into his shoulder.
His voice was strained and he hugged tighter as if needing someone to hold on to. Nodding in his embrace, Evie returned the hug, however avoiding the prolonged contact. Touching him was like rubbing dry ice along scalding flesh; it hurt enough to bring her to tears, yet Evie let him hug her until the burning in her arm grew to a boil. She shoved him away, clutching her upper-arm. He watched Evie groan with teeth embedded in her bottom lip so she wouldn’t scream. She sucked air in while screaming in her mind. It felt as if someone were scraping her skin off with a hot cast iron rod. His touch was not allowed, as if Evie hadn’t known that already.
“Princess, I-”
He reached out to touch her, only to stop when she held a hand up. The boy sighed knowing how hesitant she was and let her be for now . Taking in her appearance, the boy noted the rips in her dress, her dishevelled hair and the bags under her eyes. It was then she stood straight with glowing scarlet eyes and a cold expression. Evie was in no shape to continue on foot. Despite her stature, her body was too exhausted from pushing herself.
He met her hardened gaze with one of his own.
"Evie, you need to--"
"I’ll rest when I get to her."
With her gaze now locked on their destination; she left no room for argument. Still, he wanted to try.
“Princess, you shou-”
“Jay,” she interrupted and spoke with an urgency he’d only heard at times like this. “I have to get to her.”
They stared at each other for a while , both stubborn in what they wanted from the other, but it was Jay who looked away with a heavy sigh. He scratched the base of his neck while shaking his head.
While the princess stood tall to keep her regality, it was the fear in her eyes that swayed him.
Reluctantly, the boy bowed before crouching down to give her a ride. She climbed on his back and grabbed his shoulders that were covered by the cloth of his vest as he gripped the back of her knees. A ‘thank you,’ was whispered into his ear. He could only offer a small chuckle before going through the window. Although their descent was as light as he could muster, her added weight made the backwards climb from her tower difficult.
Jay held his breath every time his hands would cut against the jagged rocks, but he was successful in the act. On the ground, the boy checked his palms, watching as the torn flesh fused back together. He looked to the princess on his back to find her eyes closed and face buried in his hair: a sign she wanted silence for the time being. Heeding her unspoken request, Jay took empty alleyways, stalked behind stalls and stayed in the shadows of elongated buildings in an effort to avoid those not on their side.
By the time they arrived, their comfortable silence was interrupted by the haunting chime of a distant clock tower. The two looked in the direction of where the building should be, but all that was left was a pile of rubble and a shadow so high no one could reach. As the bell chimed three times the Island became still, as if frozen in a frame of time. Neither could move upon hearing the sound of gigantic wings flapping through the night air. When they looked, nothing was there, yet Evie could feel eyes locked with her own. She held her breath but, as quickly as it came, it vanished once the bell chimed again. Jay held his chest while Evie exhaled and patted his shoulder.
‘We're lucky this time,’ she thought just as she looked above to their first destination of the night.
"Can you climb it?"
Evie kept her voice low in an attempt to mask the fear in it but her trembling hands were a dead giveaway. It pained him to hear her voice so small, when just the other day, she stood strong against a merchant. 'I’ll cut your tongue out if you touch Dizzy again,' was what she said before escorting her little spy home with a sweet reward. He couldn't bear to see her in such a state but he knew from experience that even Evie wasn’t going to let something as minor as exhaustion get in her way. Besides, he knew where she'd go once they finished and that she wouldn’t be alone.
"You have my word, Princess."
Unable to reply with the affection he craved, she merely nodded and tightened her hold on the shoulders of his vest.
"I trust you."
He smiled for the first time that night.
"Then leave it to me."
Jay released her legs to grip the side of the castle, and with all his strength, he began scaling the tower. By the time they made it about halfway up, he attempted to lighten the mood.
"Flynn Rider's got nothing on me."
Distracted with viewing her home land, she almost didn't hear him. A half-smile graced her features once it registered.
"He's not as strong or reliable as you are, my long haired knight."
"It's true, I do have beautiful hair."
To prove his point, he shook his head like a lion flaunting his mane. His reward, an amused chuckle from the overall monotonous girl; she clung to him tighter though, the rune on her arm burning hotter by the minute. Soon enough the two were level with an open window. He paused and stopped her before she could enter.
"Evie...when you go inside, please bring her back."
He swallowed when she left a chaste kiss on his cheek. It was a promise to him and all he needed to breathe easier. The bluenette climbed off his back and into a darkened room. As her eyes adjusted, the rune on her arm began to pulse. The closer she grew to her target, the more it beat to the point where it began to singe her flesh again. She gripped her arm, hissing, but soon enough found what she was looking for.
How could she miss it?
Evie swallowed the bile in her throat because as she stepped closer, the smell of black blood began to surround and flood her senses. If that wasn’t enough the sight was something to behold.
‘You should be used to this, Evie,’ she scolded herself and breathed in the scent of Fae blood despite it burning her throat.
The bluenette tsked while reaching out to cup the purple haired goddess' cheek, raising her head to get a better look at the Fae child. She was pinned to the wall with thick iron stakes melted to her hands and feet while wooden stakes were pierced in her neck, and thighs. Dried blood ran down her mouth, but an all too familiar scowl was set. She eyed her girlfriend’s body, gently caressing the number branded into the base of her neck while checking for any other signs of injury. Aside from the gaping hole in the centre of her chest and old scars, she found none. Without taking her eyes off of the purplette, she called out to her companion.
"Jay?"
He peered inside, purposely looking at her in order to avoid observing the state of his sister. Even in death she looked ready to kill someone.
"Evie?"
She couldn’t take her eyes off the female’s body, but responded to him earnestly.
"Take these nails out and lay her down," she commanded.
He huffed, pushing himself up and into the room. Jay took a glance towards his sister's lifeless body and felt a sense of dread wash over him. Though he knew he was safe, Jay didn't want to be around when she woke up.
Especially after he ran away.
He swallowed hard, gripping the nails and tearing them out one by one, trying to be quick to not delay the process. The longer her rune became active, the more damage would be done to her body. It would weaken Evie, but it couldn't kill her, at least that’s what she told him and the others. The Isle Princess was more annoyed about the healing process than anything.
"Careful, Jay, she'd be pissed if you caused more damage."
He scoffed, catching the purplette’s body before it could fall.
"She'd be pissed if a butterfly flew in and smacked her face."
"I think anyone would be upset about that,” Evie retorted, earning a quiet laugh from the boy.
She shook her head as he laid her lover down on the cobblestoned floors. Evie kept her eyes on the Fae child for a moment, waving a hand to dismiss the boy. Not that he minded, Jay would rather be anywhere than in the same room as his sister when she woke from death’s chamber. He took his leave, double checking to see if that vile woman was lurking about. It was the main reason they came in through the window to begin with as they couldn’t walk through the front door, lest they were spotted by the woman that killed his sister.
Once he had gone, she knelt beside her girlfriend, caressing her face while mumbling a spell. In order for it to work, she'd need to have a sound mind, body, and soul, a difficult feat to achieve when the one she cared for lay lifeless next to her.
Exhaling slowly, she placed a hand on her lover’s chest or lack thereof. Evie closed her eyes to focus on the image of how her lover appeared before death's attempt to take her. As she did so, magic flowed from her fingertips taking the form of ribbons that latched on and wrapped around the purplette’s limbs. Within several minutes, the wounds began to close but alas there was the gap in the girl’s chest that proved the most difficult. Evie opened her eyes to see broken ribs curling back into place, organs reshaping themselves and flesh warping to connect once again. She exhaled slowly to still her racing heart, but she couldn’t cease the rage building within her own heart while eyeing the state of her dragon.
‘Stop before you mess this up!’ she mentally screamed at herself.
Evie shut her eyes once more, replaying their last moment before their mothers interfered. Goosebumps ran along her skin remembering the gentle caresses from the purplette, her head tilted as the sensation of fangs ran along her neck and finally, her back arched as if claws dragged along her spine. It was when Evie gasped for air that she finally opened her eyes to see the finished results. The bluenette fully inspected the girl’s body. Only scars left by Maleficent’s madness remained as the young enchantress wasn’t as powerful as she sought to be.
Evie tsked at her work, ‘it’ll have to do for now...’ she thought while caressing the rock on her neck. Mal had given it to her long before her mother could think about it. It pulsed under her touch, mimicking the heartbeat she used to hear when laying on her mother’s chest.
Forcing herself to accept the result, Evie disbanded the thought to lower herself down. She tucked her hair behind an ear as she hovered over the purplette. Taking one last look before connecting their lips, she gasped when the rune on her arm throbbed uncomfortably and the pain went from excruciating to a dull ache. Finally, Evie could breathe, feeling the soul within her travelling from her arm, past her heart and to her mouth. The blunette cupped her face, turning the kiss into one of deep passion when she felt life return. Not long after, arms encircled her body and the kiss was returned with equal fervour. The enchantress was then pulled to where she straddled her girlfriend’s lap and a face buried in her neck. Part of her doubted herself, thinking she'd have to try another method but with Mal now caressing her back and holding her, it was evident that her practice paid off.
Knowing she'd need time, Evie held her close whispering sweet nothings into her ear as her body adjusted. She could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the slow growing claws digging into her back as she cradled her head to her shoulder.
“I’m here, I’m real Mal”, she spoke softly; more to herself than to the girl.
Evie stifled a whimper when her dragon’s claws embedded themselves into her sides, dragging upward ever so slowly in an attempt to force her body to function. ‘Open your eyes..’ , she begged in her mind. Mal’s chest convulsed, once, twice, three times before her mouth opened but she couldn’t take in the air her lungs screamed for. The grip then tightened to the point of shredding her attire and Evie choked back a yelp, raising up to watch as Mal tried to open her eyes. Her brow creased, muscles strained and contracted as the purplette struggled to get her body to work.
The bluenette ran her hands from the girl’s stomach to her chest, carefully applying pressure not knowing what it was. Her hands trembled as she watched, helpless, waiting for her girlfriend to take her first breath. ‘Please come back to me..’ , a tear trailed, landing on the Fae’s cheek but she paid no mind. There was only so much her magic could do.
Suddenly Mal shot up, her eyes snapping open as she inhaled deeply. She then pushed Evie back while turning to cough up blood and saliva on the floor beside them. Closing her eyes and pressing her forehead to the back of her head, the bluenette hid her relief as she held Mal’s hair back whilst rubbing her back and waited for her dragon to cough out whatever else was clogging her airway.
“Fuck that tastes so bad..”, Mal wheezed before rolling on her back. She drew in slow breaths to allow herself a moment's break. While her vision began to clear, Mal tried to take in the room. She remembered getting into another fight with her mother, then the sword impaling her chest and swearing from the wicked woman herself. Evie watched as radiant scarlet eyes scanned the empty room before changing back into the green hues of the dragon she knew. Mal blinked a few times to clear her fogged vision only to scowl when she saw the state of her princess’ dress. It looked as if someone had grabbed it and tried to tear it off. The Fae child growled knowing her mother prevented her from protecting Evie.
The bluenette followed her line of sight before shaking her head.
"It's not mine."
A hand roughened by years of surviving caught her wrist, followed by a hardened gaze.
"Did he touch you?"
"Tried to, but no."
"Did he hurt you?"
"No."
"Your dress?"
"He fought back."
"Is he dead?"
"Yes."
Able to breathe a sigh of relief, Mal let herself rest for a moment then pushed herself up and off the floor; reaching out to help her princess up. Evie took her hand, allowing herself to be pulled into the familiar embrace. This was what the bluenette wanted. Her fight earlier had taken a lot out of her, both magic and strength. Evie buried her face into a warm neck, unable to keep herself from snuggling into her girlfriend’s hold.
But Evie’s moment of bliss was disrupted by a crude thought. The girl pulled back to cup her dragon’s face.
"Mal...she went further than she did last time."
The purplette nodded, turning to kiss her palms.
"Maleficent was after my stone."
"Is she upset that it's not there anymore?"
"Obviously," Mal said with a smirk, beginning to walk towards the door while adding, "you know, for someone so smart, you ask the simplest questions."
Evie glared, grabbing her arm to keep her from walking away.
"You just died and you have the energy to joke with me?"
"You brought me back,” Mal said matter of factly.
She scoffed, turning away from the purplette to get Jay. They needed to leave and if her girlfriend wasn't going to be grateful then... Evie paused when arms encircled her stomach, she kept her head forward as a face nuzzled into the crook of her neck. She tried to ignore the butterflied feeling that formed in her stomach when dragon-like purrs emitted from Mal’s chest and vibrated against the bluenette’s back.
Evie sighed when the purplette kissed her neck and shoulder before nuzzling into her once more.
"Thank you for coming to my rescue."
She tried to remain stagnant, and would have if her body didn’t betray her by giving into her desires, melting into her girlfriend’s embrace. Mal was stubborn, but knew when to give Evie what she wanted. She tried to at least. With a sigh, the bluenette let her head fall back onto her shoulder and turned to kiss her cheek.
"You're lucky I need you, my dragon."
Mal chuckled dryly, bumping their noses together.
"And you're lucky I let you use me, my princess."
Blue eyes travelled down to her lips and without hesitation, Mal kissed her deeply. Their awkward position made it difficult to achieve, but they were successful in latching on to one another and pouring out all they had between them. Evie was filled with an intense passion, cupping her face to nip her lip as Mal released a yearning desire for more. Mal clung to her tightly, unafraid to express her true intentions; she wanted her. Evie craved to feel her dragon’s skin run along her own, to bury her claws deep inside and force her to scream. The bluenette could feel their urges between each other with the tight grip on her waist, but the need for air became too great. Attempting to pull away, Evie placed a hand on her chest to pry her dragon off of her.
She was only successful because Mal knew when to stop...most of the time.
Though panting, the Fae child wanted to kiss her again, but they couldn't stay where they were. Knowing Maleficent, she'd burst into the room at a moment's notice just to make sure she'd successfully ended her. Still, Mal pulled Evie flush against her chest, tucking her hair behind an ear as she kissed her once more. A hand cupped her cheek causing a low satisfied drone; the sound settled the bluenette's earlier nerves. Evie pulled away again, leaving small pecks in her wake before the two separated once more. Mal took her hand, looking from the door then to the window.
"Jay brought you again...where is he?"
"He should be outside the door."
Gritting her teeth, Mal released her hand to knock on the door. She received a knock back and could only hope it was her brother and not that twisted woman they called a mother. The purplette braced herself, pushing against the rotting wood in case it was. They waited and it wasn't long before the boy tried to push the door open. When he found it wouldn't budge, he whispered low but loud enough for them to hear.
"Princess? Mal? You alive yet?"
They weren’t sure if it was really him. Maleficent used a lot of tricks in her lifetime, ones that would always end in either life or death; her mother wasn’t above mimicking others' voices. Mal was apprehensive, glancing back to the bluenette who now stood off to the side. She blended into the shadows to hide herself or become backup if need be. Their eyes locked for a brief moment and Mal sighed when her princess nodded to her. She caught Evie conjuring a dagger in her hands and exhaled smoke through her nostrils in a humph.
Knowing Evie was prepared to fight by her side, was a feeling more satisfied than death itself.
Mal turned back to the door, breathing deeply as she stepped away. The door opened and to her relief, it was her brother. She let go of the breath she held, then nodded to Evie who came out of the shadows and disbanded her weapon. Jay looked between the two as he quietly closed the door. He braced himself when his eyes locked with a pair of emeralds.
Both were on edge, one catching her breath and the other apprehensive. Jay had no idea how his sister would react to seeing him, especially after he seemingly left her for dead. Evie thought she'd have to step in until Mal nodded to the boy who then launched himself on his sister.
With the unexpected act, Mal lost her balance but caught herself before the two could collide with the wall. The purplette wanted to scold the boy for it but when she saw his jaw set and eyes burning holes into the floor, she couldn't bring herself to do so. Mal rubbed his back instead, making sure to avoid touching his skin as she did so.
"And here I thought you two were too tough for affection,” Evie chuckled from afar.
Jay shrugged, clinging to his sister even tighter.
“She’s warm...”
Mal looked down to her brother with an unreadable expression while keeping her arms raised. They were short on time, yes, but he needed his time just as they had theirs. Amused, Evie went over to the window, checking below if any passersby were around but more so if there were any who’d alert Maleficent of their whereabouts.
Not taking her eyes off the streets below, the bluenette addressed the siblings.
"We need to go."
Mal nodded, gently running her fingers through his hair until the cold began to burn her fingertips. When he didn’t adhere to her silent warning the Fae child glared at her brother before smacking the back of his head.
"You heard her, Jay. Off."
"Relax, would you? It’s not like I’m going to drain your essence."
He snickered, rubbing the spot she hit when she shoved him off to join Evie’s side. Turning back to the boy, Mal waved him over and spoke while he approached.
"Did I miss anything?"
“Dizzy and Celia were able to recruit Kovu, Vitani and a few others to our cause,” he replied.
Mal glanced at the bluenette when she gestured for her to go first. Nodding, she vaulted out of the window, first bracing her feet where they could fit and then clutching the windowsill. Evie climbed out as well but moved to wrap her legs and arms around her girlfriend. Jay followed suit only when they began their climb in order to avoid colliding with the two, but as they descended, his sister looked up at him with a raised brow.
“Other than that?”
The boy chuckled and answered her question once their feet were able to touch the ground. He nodded towards the Isle Princess with a half-smile.
“Our Princess here slit Gaston’s throat.”
Mal’s brow furrowed looking at the quiet girl on her back.
“That’s one less obstacle then...what else?”
Evie saw the way her girlfriend looked at her and dropped down from her back with a flip of her hair, acting as if it wasn’t a big deal. The purplette shook her head, now understanding why Evie wasn’t fazed by the information presented out loud.
“My brother,” Evie answered for the boy and all eyes were on her though her gaze was set on the castle she called home. Despite there being a great distance between the Evil Queen’s castle and their current location, the structure loomed in the shadows of clear sky
She didn’t need to explain as the weight behind her words told them precisely what the enchantress wanted. Jay gave a subtle bow replying, “I’ll bring him to the Wharfs by witching hour.”
“Good, and Mal?”
The Fae child leaned against the tower wall, her head tilted back to rest on the stone bricks, watching the incoming fog above.
“Malevolent.” Evie called to her.
The bluenette’s eye twitched and she elbowed the girl in her stomach, earning a choked laugh from the siblings. When Mal continued to act vague, she conjured a dagger in her palm aiming it at the girl’s ribcage. This time the purplette grabbed the bluenette’s wrist while chuckling.
“I’m listening!”
“Then act like it,” Evie glowered.
“Make me,” Mal taunted with a wild look in her eyes.
Jay snickered while watching the two’s usual display of affection. It was always cat and mouse with them since their difference in species caused a clash at times, mainly the Fae being mischievous when others were serious, but it never formed a wall between them. Watching as his sister pulled the annoyed princess against her chest was humorous and also something he envied.
The boy looked down to his palms with an urge to hold his own. But, when he stared down at his skin that could only cause pain, his hate for himself grew. He was able to look away when the bluenette called to him. Seeing his sister with her arm secured around Evie’s waist was refreshing though.
‘I’m glad they found each other,’ he thought to himself.
“Brother.”
He snapped out of his thoughts with a shake of his head and a boyish grin to match. Rubbing the back of his neck he said, “Sorry..drifting again.”
Evie stepped away from the purplette to cup his jaw. The act was so gentle, he didn’t stop himself from leaning into the warmth of her palm. Meanwhile, the Isle Princess inspected the colour of his skin with a frown; it was getting paler by the hour, his face going into the first stages of decay while his eyes seemed to glow brighter in the shadows of the castle.
The bluenette hummed thoughtfully, peaking her girlfriend’s interest in the process.
“What are you thinking?” Mal questioned from behind.
“I’m thinking that he needs to eat before he can’t speak verbally.”
Evie trailed her fingertips down from his temple to his sunken cheeks and back to cupping his jaw. She pulled her hand away when it began to burn, earning a small pout from the boy who tried to lean into her fleeing palm. To Evie’s thanks, Mal hooked an arm around her brother’s shoulders letting him lean into her for warmth. Jay lowered his head and closed his eyes while he pressed his face into her cheek.
Evie shook her head at the two, both acted as if they hated each other at times but even she knew Mal and Jay had soft spots for each other. With the two holding reputations for the Isle’s most dangerous, she'd never have known. What Evie did know was that because of them, she had power in high places, allies amongst those such as the Red Queen’s daughter and Dr. Facilier, almost as unruly as her mother. Her jaw tightened at the thought of that whore and how she tried to force her lifestyle on her. While her mother wanted fame, to be the best looking and to be waited on hand and foot, the bluenette preferred a more dangerous lifestyle rather than shiny trophies. Eyeing her girlfriend, Evie already had the best of the best and didn't need random men to satisfy her ego, unlike her mother who thought more with her body than her brain.
A hand on her lower back caught her attention, but she didn't react because she knew who it was. Evie simply leaned back into her dragon’s chest, finally allowing exhaustion to seep into her bones and claim her mind while arms encircled her waist in a protective hold. Her eyes were heavy, yet she turned to face her dragon with a raised brow, indicating her girlfriend could speak.
"We should head to the ship…”
Too drained to argue, Evie nodded, subconsciously taking her hand as she glanced in the boy’s direction before speaking to him.
"We're all going--or are you going back to my home for Carlos?"
He weighed his options but one out shinned the other. While rubbing the back of his neck, he once more eyed the Princess’ attire and a frown was set.
"I could walk you two then go."
"Jay..."
"Yes, Mal?"
She rolled her eyes, gesturing her head towards the bluenette's home.
"Go get Carlos, I can watch over Evie, not that she can’t defend herself."
He watched Mal nip the bluenette’s ear only to be swatted at in response. Mal smirked when her girlfriend glared at her. It, again, made him smile to see the two interact in the way he yearned for. But, they were right. Jay knew he couldn’t dote on Evie’s every move.
He had a kitten to get to.
Because, if Evie wasn't around for the Queen to pick on, then Carlos would not only get the brunt of it but potentially more because of her anger. Jay sighed in contempt when a soft hand was placed on his shoulder. From the lack of callouses and rough skin, he knew it was Evie’s.
Jay looked down to her, the uncertainty in his eyes was evident but her smile eased him. She cupped his cheek, once more gently stroking it with her thumb.
"You've done enough for tonight. But I have one more job for you,” Evie said. “Bring my brother to Uma’s ship and get something to eat.”
Glancing to Mal, who nodded, he leaned into her touch while humming his agreement.
"Yes, Princess, just one thing?”
The bluenette’s eyed him sceptically, the only time he ever looked at her with such worry and pity is when he-
“Sit down and take a break.”
Evie grimaced, then whipped her head around to glare at her cackling dragon. Even Jay released a small snigger but he was serious, that she knew. So, the bluenette reluctantly agreed and removed her hand once it began to burn.
“I’ll rest once we get to Auradon and set our plan into motion,” she said while holding her hand out. “Deal?”
Jay took her hand with a relief filled smile.
“Deal.”
"Now that, that's over,” Mal chimed in and slapped his hand away “Don't you have a boyfriend to retrieve?"
He smirked.
"Don’t you have a princess to bathe?"
Jay laughed when she swiped growing claws at his face, but it was all in good fun. While dodging, he slipped into the shadows once more but in an opposite direction. Before the two lost sight of him, they could see the faint glow from the boy’s soul. It moved with his body, flowing like hair in the ocean. Right before he disappeared fully, the boy’s soul turned and waved to them; despite the friendly gesture, its face was twisted into a constant state of childish rage with chains wrapped around its body and neck.
It was almost an identical copy if neither of the two girls knew any better.
Evie eyed the childlike entity before waving back to it. His soul beamed at her but it didn’t put her at ease. Arms returned to encase her in a much needed hug, although backwards and with her head now on the purplette’s chest. Evie hummed thoughtfully in sync with the dragonic purrs.
"Do we really have to go to Fisherman's Wharf?"
Huffing, the purplette nodded in response, releasing her to wrap an arm around her shoulders.
"We should just ignore Harry when we get there."
Evie snorted.
"With his personality? How can you?"
Her dragon chuckled dryly, kissing the top of her head and allowing Evie to hold on to her as tight as she wanted. Mal couldn't blame the girl, she was dead not even moments ago and could still remember the anguish she was in when it happened. Her hands would clench involuntarily. Her feet and thighs ached as she adjusted. Don't get her started on the pressure in her chest. To Mal, it was smart to give her girlfriend her dragon stone. It was the main object her mother was after and why she was killed for it. The purplette turned her head, stopping only for a moment to glare at the window where her mother resided.
Evie stopped as well, placing a hand on her dragon's chest. She couldn't imagine the pain she'd gone through, but she could feel it. The force it took to rip open her rib cage and nail her to the wall like a hunter was intense. The bluenette cupped her cheek, gently turning her head so that Mal would look at her. Stubborn at first but ultimately compliant, Mal reached up to hold the hand on her face.
"You will get what's owed to you, my dragon. You must be patient."
She was unfazed by the horns materialising atop her head, or the wings sprouting from her back. In fact, Evie smiled when she saw them and used them to pull the beast before her down for a chaste kiss. Mal gripped her waist to pull her flush against her chest again. Her canines grew as she shifted into her hybrid form. When completed, Evie took a look at her appearance, eyeing the claws at the ends of her fingertips and fangs sticking out from her bottom lip. Her roughened skin was darkened by black and purple scales that covered various parts of her body. Though she was an asset at first, just a tool for her to use in her quest, Mal was so much more to her. She was strong and, aside from Jay and Uma, one of her best fighters but still, no one could compete with the purplette. To Evie, she was a source of power that couldn't be achieved by any means necessary. She held the dragon's heart on her neck and could crush it if she had to.
Looking to the purplette who protected her even before announcing her loyalty, Mal was so much more than an ally or a lover. Mal was hers and hers alone, as she was her dragon's most desired treasure. Smirking, the purplette brought her hand up to caress her cheek.
"Are you going to stare at me all night or are you going to kiss me again?"
"Is that anyway to speak to your princess?~"
Where others bowed down and grovelled at her feet, Mal refused. She was a source of pure primal instinct and rage, due to her mother's influence. She denied Evie respect in that aspect. The dragoness was a warrior, whose only purpose was to fight and serve her princess. Evie craved the rush she felt whenever the purplette would challenge her. Rather than just giving it to her because of a stupid title, the purplette would give her loyalty due to the bond between them.
As she did so now, Mal lowered her hand only to push her against a stone wall. The action caused a sudden intake of breath while a clawed hand was used to tilt her head up and once more, their gaze locked on to one another. Mal's eyes seemed to glow in the darkness of the street making her appear more dangerous to those who weren't on their side. The dragoness looked at her girlfriend as if she were prey, with a mouth slightly ajar revealing the larger fangs inside.
"You're not just my princess and you know that."
A faint redness covered the bluenette's cheeks when scaled hands travelled down the wall, slid along her sides and waist to grip the back of her thighs. Evie pushed against the wall to brush their noses together.
"Then what am I? And you better get it right~"
Instinctively, Evie grabbed her shoulders before she was suddenly lifted and pressed against a rumbling chest. The smirk on her face stayed as arms were under her butt to raise her higher. She looked down to her mischievous dragon and the fond smile that others would mistake for a sneer. Mal looked up to her princess with nothing less of adoration.
"You’re my..."