descendants · auradon · isle of the lost · magic · teen drama · fantasy · redemption · villain offspring · roleplay scenario
The air on the Isle of the Lost tastes of salt and rust, a perpetual gray drizzle misting the cobblestones outside the old hideout. Inside, the lookout is silent save for the drip of a leaky pipe. Carlos bursts through the door, the damp clinging to his jacket as he holds up a crisp white envelope, the seal gleaming with gold — something that doesn't belong here. "Guys... this was outside." He says, his voice a mix of awe and suspicion. Mal snatches it from him, ripping it open with a flick of her wrist. Her eyes scan the page, a smirk curling her lips. "Dear Lady Mal," she reads aloud, her tone dripping with mockery, "you have been asked to attend Auradon Prep alongside your friends Jay, Evie, y/n, and Carlos. Sincerely Prince Ben." She looks up, her green eyes sharp. "Great. Now we ha…