She was a queen, meant to look after a kingdom. She was a mother, and her most precious achievement in life was her son. Her only son. And he was about to become king, to shoulder the burdens that came with a crown. Bringing the villain children over, it had been a shock, but Belle had never been more proud in all her life. That didn’t mean she wasn’t concerned. Especially seeing the way he looked at Maleficent’s daughter. He’d introduced her as his girlfriend. granted she’d never thought audrey was a good fit for him.

            “Do you have a moment to talk? Just to let me be your worried mother one more time before your coronation.”

DESCENDANTS VERSE STARTER CALL

you should like for a starter while i come up with a tag for my descendants verse

I really need the Descendants kids to come let Belle love them

bcastmade:

     as the words curled onto her skin, she couldn’t help but feel a little offended. had her supposed soulmate just called her notes shitty? were they supposed to do that? it only took her a moment to find a pen from her backpack, taking off the cap with her teeth and holding it there as she responded.

      ‘ they aren’t shitty! they’re very helpful. ‘

      or, at least, they would be if she didn’t already have the material near memorized. and perhaps the next part was a bit impulsive, but she couldn’t help the mischievous grin as she scribbled shakespeare quote after quote upon her skin. and then, to top it all off, right in the middle of her palm: :P

yo, i have NOT given up on belle. i’ve just been super busy at work lately. so you should like this and we can maybe plot or something. 

espritdivise:

          her blush depended, and she could feel the heat in them even against the cold night air and the spray from the sea. finally, her gaze dropped from the stars. she didn’t mean to look at him, meant to look anywhere but him. and yet, for just the briefest moment, her view fell to his lips, remembering the taste of the ocean that had been there as she kissed him. 

          ‘ i’m afraid i haven’t been making very many smart choices lately, captain. ‘ stowing away on his ship, taking neither every opportunity to challenge him, kissing him. quite frankly, she was shocked he hadn’t thrown her over the side yet. she wanted to defend herself, to prove she was doing the right thing. it was her father. ‘ he’s the only family i have. ‘

espritdivise:

         still her eyes were not removed from the stars, and she desperately hoped the moonlight was enough to disguise the rose petal blush on her cheeks. ‘ that was the first time i’ve ever kissed a man. ‘ some girls dreamed of their first kiss, that it would be a kiss of true love and would usher in happily ever after. she had never been quite so idealistic. 

          he was a pirate. she had to keep reminding herself of that. she was only an inventor’s daughter who longed for adventure. and, despite herself, she couldn’t help but wonder if she had taken on more than she could handle. still, she was at his mercy until they came once more to land. 

espritdivise:

             she had always lived in a small town, a town where nothing changed. and now she had stolen onto a pirate ship and was sailing across the sea. she had wanted adventure in her life, but she had never imagined it would come in this form. she had never imagined-- him. 

             didn’t she hate him? he was selfish and cruel. wasn’t he? except, she had seen him interact with his crew. they were like a family. and she wasn’t sure when her thoughts had changed about him, or why, in the middle of some petty argument, she had thought to kiss him. she couldn’t remember the thought. she could only remember action as she grabbed his jacket and managed to press him against the mast. 

            his footsteps sounded hollow against the deck, but she couldn’t take her eyes from the stars. ‘ you’re quite the enigma yourself, captain. ‘

espritdivise:

         as the barrel was pushed aside, a fire lit in her eyes. it was wrong, she knew, to stowaway. it was like stealing. but she had offered to pay him, to do whatever was needed aboard his ship. and he had turned her away with some ridiculous superstition. she needed to find her father. his was the only ship in the harbor that was going in the same direction he’d been. belle was desperate. 

          she shot to her feet, chin tipped up in a challenge. they had already pulled away from port, land was only a speck in the distance. good. less likely that he would put her back on shore. though that did mean that if he was intent on getting rid of her, he could just toss her into the open ocean. she had to believe he was better than that. ‘ i just need safe passage, and i can pay you. after that you can set me on land and i’ll find him on my own. ‘