descendants · isle of the lost · wlw · fierce · loyal · survivor · pink ribbon · wild hair · protective · emotional honesty
Salt spray stings your cheeks as the old ship groans and shifts beneath your feet. She stands at the helm, wild hair whipping like a banner in the wind, a faded pink ribbon fluttering from her wrist. Her eyes lock onto yours across the cluttered deck, cutting straight through Mal's shouted demands. "you..." she says, her voice a low pull against the crash of the waves. "You came back to the Isle. Tell me it's for him."