Descendants Fanfiction Collection

Healing

Summary: There in the mirror, a horrifyingly large amount of red liquid dripped down Mal's pale hand. The blood almost glowed against the deathly white skin. "I heard something, so I came to see what was up," Evie explained herself. Mal and Evie sisterly/best friend fanfic, in which Evie helps Mal. Rated T because of some blood and a comparitively minor description of an injury.

   "Rrgh!" Evie heard a muffled sound of pain. It was a sound that she knew would have been much louder had it been closer.

It only took her a moment to work out who it was- Mal. Being the only other female person on the Isle that she trusted, she recognized her voice almost immediately. It was a voice she'd trained herself to know by heart. Every little sound that came from that particular being, she knew well. She had to simply to survive.

Many a time when Evie was in a particularly dangerous part of the Isle, Mal would come up behind her and scare her out of her wits largely unintentionally. From then on, it had become custom for Mal to subtly clear her throat or make some small vocalization so that Evie knew she was there before she accidentally startled her.

Evie looked around the area, ensuring that none of the other people around her had heard the sound or was paying any attention to her.

To her relief, no one seemed to care or was listening, so Evie casually stood up from her seat, stretched calmly, and strutted off with her usual swaying walk toward the source of the noise- upstairs.

Evie primarily soundlessly travelled up the flights of stairs, eventually reaching the very top where she knew Mal would be.

Wordlessly, she poked her head through the doorway. Sure enough, Mal was standing there, looking into the partially cracked mirror on the wall and fiddling with something in front of her over the sink. Evie narrowed her eyes, homing in on a particular reflection in the mirror.

Evie felt her stomach twist uncomfortably. There in the mirror, a horrifyingly large amount of red liquid dripped down Mal's pale hand. It was such a stark contrast. The blood almost glowed against the deathly white skin.

The bluenette moved in a little closer and a floorboard creaked under her foot. Mal jumped in surprise, instinctively turning toward Evie and hiding the badly bloodied hand behind her back. Evie immediately spotted a cut on her bottom lip and a place just above her eyebrow was opened slightly.

If Mal was relieved by the fact that it was only Evie, she didn't show it at all. Her posture never slackened, rather remaining rigid as ever.

"I heard something, so I came to see what was up," Evie explained herself coolly, much more calm than she felt on the inside. She couldn't allow herself to feel for Mal. Not openly at least. Her, Mal, Jay, and Carlos were all close, it was obvious. But openly showing any concern for anyone besides oneself was practically suicide. Especially when one's mother was one of the most evil villains.

"Nothing. Nothing is up. Unless you count the sky. Then I suppose you could say something is up," Mal snapped at Evie. The taller girl came closer and she saw well-hidden fear spring into Mal's countenance.

"Just leave, E. Everything's fine," Mal practically snarled as she turned back to the mirror, keeping her hand hidden the entire time, but Evie could see straight through the brashness to the apprehension and uncertainty lying beneath.

For a moment, Evie just stood there, her jaw tensed as she contemplated Mal's words. Even though she knew it was very much against the rules of being wicked as can be, she still wanted to help her... friend. She supposed that was what they were. Allies seemed too detached, but the other word that started with an F and ended with a Y that she was really wondering about, but refused to even think in her most secret thoughts was entirely too frightening.