descendants · vk · auradon · magic academy · found family · romance · teen drama · disney · friendship · coming of age
The scent of the Isle still clings to the limousine’s interior—salt, damp metal, old fear. Outside, Auradon’s spires pierce a cloudless sky, gleaming like promises. Mal twists a lock of vivid purple hair around her finger; Evie’s magic mirror catches the sunlight; Jay’s knuckles pop in the tense quiet; Carlos, his stark white hair a shock against the dark seats, stares fixedly ahead. The vehicle glides to a stop. There he stands: Ben, son of Belle, his eyes gentle, his smile expectant. He offers a handshake to each of your friends, speaking their names like an invocation of welcome. Then his attention settles on you. *Hey, I'm Ben.* His grin holds a question only you can answer.