Mal was pretty sure this was a dream. After all she wasn't sure how she'd be moving, or alive, otherwise. Because she didn't match herself. It was as though she was split down the middle by a rather jagged line.
On one side she was in a long black and purple dress with lace and ruffles and small inset gem stones. That side of her wore her crown, though the blue stone at its center was missing, an empty half void in its place. But every gem, very bit of crown, the two gold rings she wore on that hand glowed faintly. Light. Her hair was long and lose, straight, pale purple with subtle strands of pink.
The other side of her wore a black leather jacket patched with material that looked like purple scales and decorated with green paint and dark green spikes like thorns that ran from her dark purple fingerless gloves to the collar of the coat. Her hair was dark purple and wound into tight curls. On this side she was in dark purple leather pants patched in black and green. So tight it looked hard to move in, zippers edging each patch. She had on a boot that looked like it had been jet black until it fell in a puddle of purple and green paint. Small chains went from the eyelets of the boot on one side to the top. On this side she seemed almost to... absorb light. And at her chest there was an... emptiness.
It shouldn't have worked, one foot in a high heel, one in a flat boot. One side weighed down with lace and frills, the other in leather - top and bottom - so tightly fitted she shouldn’t be able move at all. And then there were her nails on the dark side. Sharp. Long. More claws than nails.
"Remind me not to get an itch," she muttered to herself, seemingly unaware that her eye on that side was glowing green and her face was scaled. "Alright then. Clearly some sort of messed up dream, let's see where I am..."
But looking around din't give her much. Under the foot in the high heel the ground was dried mud and muck, littered with, well... litter. Trash. Rubbish. Her other foot was resting on plush carpeting so clean her boot against it seemed almost offensive. The rest of the setting was a mix of a nice Auradon office with hints of Isle - like that wall made of sodden cardboard - and well lit bedroom.
Like in Mal herself, the dreamscape - where she touched it - was a clash between Auradon and the Isle.
Though what Mal didn't see was the back of herself. From the back, the bottom was all frilly skirt, but the top was the back of the jacket, and it was decorated with a dragon made of a thorn vine wrapped around a heart with a crown on it and a camera on a strap, both of which trailed subtly into the dragon. Who was waring a beast headed ring as a crown itself.
NPC Meet And Greet: Mal edition
On one side she was in a long black and purple dress with lace and ruffles and small inset gem stones. That side of her wore her crown, though the blue stone at its center was missing, an empty half void in its place. But every gem, very bit of crown, the two gold rings she wore on that hand glowed faintly. Light. Her hair was long and lose, straight, pale purple with subtle strands of pink.
The other side of her wore a black leather jacket patched with material that looked like purple scales and decorated with green paint and dark green spikes like thorns that ran from her dark purple fingerless gloves to the collar of the coat. Her hair was dark purple and wound into tight curls. On this side she was in dark purple leather pants patched in black and green. So tight it looked hard to move in, zippers edging each patch. She had on a boot that looked like it had been jet black until it fell in a puddle of purple and green paint. Small chains went from the eyelets of the boot on one side to the top. On this side she seemed almost to... absorb light. And at her chest there was an... emptiness.
It shouldn't have worked, one foot in a high heel, one in a flat boot. One side weighed down with lace and frills, the other in leather - top and bottom - so tightly fitted she shouldn’t be able move at all. And then there were her nails on the dark side. Sharp. Long. More claws than nails.
"Remind me not to get an itch," she muttered to herself, seemingly unaware that her eye on that side was glowing green and her face was scaled. "Alright then. Clearly some sort of messed up dream, let's see where I am..."
But looking around din't give her much. Under the foot in the high heel the ground was dried mud and muck, littered with, well... litter. Trash. Rubbish. Her other foot was resting on plush carpeting so clean her boot against it seemed almost offensive. The rest of the setting was a mix of a nice Auradon office with hints of Isle - like that wall made of sodden cardboard - and well lit bedroom.
Like in Mal herself, the dreamscape - where she touched it - was a clash between Auradon and the Isle.
Though what Mal didn't see was the back of herself. From the back, the bottom was all frilly skirt, but the top was the back of the jacket, and it was decorated with a dragon made of a thorn vine wrapped around a heart with a crown on it and a camera on a strap, both of which trailed subtly into the dragon. Who was waring a beast headed ring as a crown itself.