Disney's Descendants (Male Reader x Evie) [Under Very Heavy Editing]

Making Cookies For The Plan - You'll Be In My Heart (Lullaby)

There were rare times of students who delve into their duties than to elate their sweet tooth. This was one of those unusual cases. Gaining their enthusiasm and motivation on track, the Kitchen served to be their current small base of deliberations. The five members were covetous to establish their new scheme into action.

Strike that last statement. Four were excited about the establishment of their new measure for the wand. Michael was the lone factor from before. He still had sordid distrust on the idea.

Mal was searching over her book for the necessary constituents. The venture had been initiated when a modest slender strain manifested in the cook accommodation. She lifted her head for a moment to notice her three friends huddled around the table. The absentee was obvious. Her irritation widened in whole when she found her brother in a distant corner. His face was to the bower with his back turned from them. A moan almost threatened to come out.

"Come on!" Mal whined with a scuff of her hooves. The others had raised brows at the exhibition. No doubt their attention took heed to the second brother-sister situation in a row. "Are you still pouting over the plan? I thought we gotten over this! What's the big deal?!"

Michael almost snorted in disbelief. The examination sounded idiotic. So he remained still and maintained his stance. I could mentally jot down a list of reasons on why this love potion plan was a bad idea.

One: The recent stares Ben has been giving you.

Two: The same exact stares you had been giving him.

Three: Ben was a descender of the Royal line.

Four: You are a Villain.

Five: The obvious fact that I am your older brother.

Six: I want to protect you and my friends from the horrible influence of Auradon.

But a minuscule sense of embarrassment resided in his stubbornness. His face contorted with the rims curved to his left. But I can never find it in myself to state them aloud. Mom always told me that those sorts of thoughts and attachments were signs of weakness. They should never be shown! Plus I would look more like a softhearted hero to my fellow villains! The scenario made his head shake with detestation.

All Michael could do was brood in silence. His eyes narrowed deeper in concentration for he fancied the lone corner to be the source of his infuriation. Their intended victim for the Love Potion. He envisioned Ben stuck under a shower of tridents that rained down over his sad form. Diminutive satisfaction was reclaimed for the moment. If only it were realized...

The inarticulateness did not do Mal a favor. The storm of irritation clouded her mind. Her fists clenched hard. She felt her botheration was at the vertex of a breakout. That...is...it! I'm sick and tired of his childish demeanor! This is not the proper behavior of an older brother! Her eyes furrowed into arrows and a scowl darkened her face. This is a group effort! It will require all of us to nail out the trap! Michael is not helping in the slightest. If he thinks he could change our minds with his childish languishing, he has another thing coming! With a frustrated snarl that liberated from her alveolus and the volcano bursted with a clash of her fist to the table.

"Enough is enough! Michael! I thought we already discussed this! This could lead us to the Magic Wand! We have no other alternative and neither do you! So stop being very difficult! We are going to make these cookies... with or without you!"

The conclusion of her admonish outbreak was the stern scowl to his back. What followed was an evanescent silence that filled the kitchen. The violet-haired sorcerer almost assumed her older brother took no heed to her ultimatum and insisted the exterior of an immature child. But the embittered moan that broke the veil to law and order converted her frustration into contentment. The vision of a small flinch added more to her elation. Mal was satisfied to see that her threat was effective to kill his brooding as Michael left the corner and affix with the others.