Unknown Happen Stance

Chapter 19: "I Can Let Go A Little" -Gaston

Undisclosed Location on the Isle of the Lost - Inside Gaston's Home Hunting and Brewery

The dim light flickered from an old broadcast TV set, casting shadows on the cluttered walls adorned with trophies and hunting memorabilia. The air was thick with the scent of ale and the weight of disappointment. Gaston slumped on a worn-out couch, his arms crossed tightly across his chest as he glared at the flickering screen.

"VK Day for VKs who aren't my son, Eliza—such a trashy celebration," he grumbled, his disdain evident in the way he spat out each word. The television displayed cheerful images of the VKs celebrating their newfound opportunities, the laughter and vibrant colors starkly contrasting Gaston's mood.
Eliza, standing nearby, shook her head with a soft smile. "Gaston, quit complaining. Soon, Gil might earn their trust through something more valuable than looks—like loyal hard work," she reassured him gently. Her voice had a calmness that was soothing, like a balm to Gaston's frustration.
He rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of warmth in the corners of his mouth.
"The Isle's time to be free will come. I believe it is near. Be happy for the kids who get to go. It means less bullying for Gil to experience, like you had to deal with." Eliza replies her sympathy bubbling over.
Gaston sighed deeply, moments of vulnerability slipping through the cracks of his bravado. "I suppose you are right about that, my dear wife. Eliza, you know how to turn the most upside-down memories into a blessing that can't be taken for granted."
Eliza stepped closer, her expression turning serious yet nurturing. "Gil has fought hard, just like you did, Gaston. And just because he's different doesn't mean he's any less deserving. You've taught him how to be strong; now it's time for him to learn how to navigate the world with kindness."
The words hung in the air, heavy and significant. Gaston's brow furrowed as he processed her sentiment, a mixture of pride and protectiveness swelling within him.
I just want him to be respected," he murmured, softer now. "Too much of my life was spent proving my worth. I don't want that for him."
Eliza's hand found his shoulder, squeezing gently as if to transfer strength through her touch.
"You've set a fine example, Gaston. And he'll grow. He'll become his own man, not just your son. And when he does, he will carry the lessons you've taught him into whatever future he chooses." She explains to him.
As the TV continued to flicker with images of celebration, Gaston found his gaze drifting toward it, the sounds of laughter and joy mixing with the weight of his thoughts. He felt a surge of conflicting emotions—hope intertwined with anxiety.
"Maybe it's time to let go, just a little," he replied softly, staring into the distance. "Perhaps I can learn to celebrate too."
Eliza beamed at him, her smile radiant in a way that could light up the darkest corners of the Isle. "That's the spirit! Growth begins with acceptance, and I believe it starts today."
Together, they stood in the half-light, facing a future that felt just a bit brighter, the echoes of their past weaving into their dreams for Gil and the next generation of VKs.

Meanwhile the limo came in after Evie opened the barrier seal with the remote and hid it in her pocket.
"First stop, Lady Tremaine's Curl Up & Dye for Mal's hair makeover by Dizzy." said Mal after they covered up the limo with a white blanket.
"If this place has been abandoned then why aren't the streets crowded with litter?"
"It is due to Clio our Greek Muse of History, since she's a historian she wanted to get the villains' and sidekicks side of the story and her sister Thalia the Muse of Comedy who likes to cause Mischief lives here so it was no different than cleaning up after Thalia's methods. One of the Nereid Nymph's live with them Princess Thetis the mother of Achilles. She was put here because she tried to bend the rules of time and nature and didn't apologize to Poseidon for doing that. " Jay said. "I don't blame her her life except for her son was terrible in the past, just terrible. She's one of Triton's Great Aunts. And she's beyond lovely, Musa."
"Would you look at that," said Mal. "Clio's right on time, VKs."
"Good afternoon, Mal. Feeling okay?" Clio asked as she put her hair up in her small defining ponytail. She wore a Greecian dress that was half white and eased to an earthy brown. Her face was full of genuine kindness.
"Yes, a bit better now that I get to do something I actual love. How would you like to be the first person to see Dizzy do a hair makeover on me?" Mal invited Clio along to join them. "This is Musa, Fairy of Music a visitor from a different world."
"Nice to meet you, are you good at poetry is the form of most songs my best friends adore poetry and they love singing about it."
"I guess I could show you after getting over a breakup?"
"Breakup dear with who?" Clio asked eyes quick to raise with concern. Musa didn't know how to answer. Standing in front of this ethereal glorious Musa reminding her of being under her Mother's shadow. The Muse who stood before her now though was one shade of brown and while. Reliable and simplicity. Her Mother made sure Musa knew how Melody became known as the Musical planet in the Magic Dimension that was constant study material until the day Matlin died.
"Don't tell me, I have ways of figuring it out." The Muse of History answered. "The Muse of Tragedy is also here, she is my cousin. Her name is Melpomene."
"Speaking of history whatever happened to Drizzella Tremaine?"
"She died." Clio answered blankly with hurt shortly after Dizzy turnt 13 her boyfriend went to the tavern a lot one day he got so drunk on wine that when she went to call him home she got choked to death."
"That's why I always have to make sure my Grandmother is okay with everything I do now." said Dizzy. "She's my only family member around since Anastasia lives in Cinderella's burg in Auradon with the Baker."
(We never ever saw Drizzella ever through the first three Descendants movies which makes me think she is dead from the way Dizzy has to constantly ask her Grandmother for the position to do anything."
"He was a good Father just got attached to an addiction." said Dizzy. "But enough about me, and my story let's fix that outdated purple hair, Mal."
"Musa had an addictive Father, too, Dizzy. You two might just get along."
"You look gorgeous, Musa, love the wavy hair but I think I could do your hair color much better Justice." Dizzy offers.
"Let me see what you do with Mal first and I'll think about it, Dizzy Tremaine."
"Yea!" exclaimed Dizzy excitedly.
WinxDynamix

"What do you want Mal as your color?"
"More lavender blue this time but make it a supreme dark lavender blue? And no curls of bangs I'd like a shoulder bob." said Mal. She sat in the haircut chair. Dizzy stripped away all the Magenta purple hair below Mal's shoulders. Then she washed the rest of it and combed it while adding the supreme lavender blue to each strand heavily. She left the purple tips at the very ends. And reversed a comb through it and Mal stood up her physical appearance looking like this in the picture below.

"Wow, that's so cool!" stated Musa with awe. "So very impressive. I would love you to do mine too."