She turned to snap back, but caught just the wrong flower.
Mal was in a room that was clearly on the Isle from the ramshackle quality of the broken down furnishings and the artfully patched outfits Mal was choosing between.
Maleficent stood in the doorway, eyes narrowed watching for a moment before making herself none, fingers idling on the doorframe, her other hand on one hip, a scowl on her face. "Where on this dreadful island could you possibly be going?"
"To a party," Mal said, holding up a torn pair of jeans, considering them. She was a year or two younger in the memory.
Maleficent let out an exasperated sigh. "Mal, what have I told you about parties?"
"I'm not going to have fun, mother," Mal assured her. I'm going so I can make someone miserable."
A small cruel smile set the older woman's lips. "So you're off to make someone miserable," she cooed.
"Wretched, really," Mal assured her, setting down the clothes.
The smile finished growing on Maleficent's face. She crossed the room to Mal and traced a sharp nail down the girl's face, leaving a thin line despite not breaking skin. "That's a nasty little girl," she said, sounded almost pleased.
The memory faded and Mal scowled at where her mother had stood, fighting tears once more.
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Date: 2024-01-04 11:14 am (UTC)Mal was in a room that was clearly on the Isle from the ramshackle quality of the broken down furnishings and the artfully patched outfits Mal was choosing between.
Maleficent stood in the doorway, eyes narrowed watching for a moment before making herself none, fingers idling on the doorframe, her other hand on one hip, a scowl on her face. "Where on this dreadful island could you possibly be going?"
"To a party," Mal said, holding up a torn pair of jeans, considering them. She was a year or two younger in the memory.
Maleficent let out an exasperated sigh. "Mal, what have I told you about parties?"
"I'm not going to have fun, mother," Mal assured her. I'm going so I can make someone miserable."
A small cruel smile set the older woman's lips. "So you're off to make someone miserable," she cooed.
"Wretched, really," Mal assured her, setting down the clothes.
The smile finished growing on Maleficent's face. She crossed the room to Mal and traced a sharp nail down the girl's face, leaving a thin line despite not breaking skin. "That's a nasty little girl," she said, sounded almost pleased.
The memory faded and Mal scowled at where her mother had stood, fighting tears once more.