i'll be wearing a suit for some reason

every part. hit me w that sweet Evie Meta Masterpost i live for descendants meta but especially villain kids meta and ESPECIALLY evie meta

ok so this is gonna be. cluttered and messily written bc adhd

evie loves her mom. evie adores her mom. 

she loves when her mother teaches her something new she can do with her makeup and when her mother smiles proudly at an outfit she made all by herself and she loves cooking with her mother even if the food of the isle is rotting and she loves little things like how her mom steals extra fabric for her and how her mom seduces men sometimes to get her things she doesn’t really need. sure, sometimes her mom yells and won’t stop yelling when she messes up and sometimes her mom treats her like nothing but an extension of who the queen once was and sometimes evie wonders if her mother really loves her or just loves what she’s created, but most of the time evie’s mother is great! 

a little bit too critical of flaws that carlos says she’s made up and a little too strict on what evie can and can’t eat and a little insistent that evie needs to find a prince even though god knows there aren’t any princes on the isle and how is evie ever supposed to live up to all these standards? but evie loves her mother. 

she loves her mother so, so dearly, even when her thumbs are bleeding because they don’t have a thimble and she can barely feel her fingers because they’re so cramped from all the cooking and the cleaning she does around the house to have any worth at all and her stomach feels like it’s eating herself not just because everyone on the isle is starving but because grimhilde noticed a little bit of fat around evie’s waist and dizzy asks her why her knees are trembling under the barely there weight of the rest of her and carlos looks like he might cry just looking at how much of her isn’t there.

she’s fine, of course. her mother makes her do all of this so she can marry a prince one day! so they can live in a castle! so evie can be everything her mother once was (and maybe more, she hopes for more)! 

evie’s mother doesn’t make her do chores the same way cruella does to carlos and she doesn’t look at her emptily like maleficent looks at mal and she doesn’t force evie to do anything like jafar forces jay to and she doesn’t even actually yell, really, sometimes she’s just harsher and angrier so what does evie have to complain about? she never has black eyes or bruised arms or threats of sleeping outside like she knows other vk do so it’s all perfectly fine. her mother is pretty good, as far as mothers go. even if evie is pretty sure she needs needs needs her mother to know what to do in life and jay’s told her quietly that him and mal don’t really think it’s all that healthy that she still calls her mom mami and she has to ask before she makes decisions but, really, neither of them have good relationships with their parent so they wouldn’t know anyway. 

sometimes, she doesn’t understand her friends. like she doesn’t get why carlos looks at her like that when she talks about boys or why sometimes he asks her about mal so quietly she can barely hear him. she doesn’t get why dizzy says her and mal are like mothers to the young girl or why carlos smiles so sadly when she does or why mal shifts uncomfortably and looks at evie like that, like carlos but worse somehow because it makes evie’s whole chest hurt.

she doesn’t understand any of it, not until auradon. 

not until she messes up while fixing her eyeliner in front of audrey and audrey lets her know with no venom at all, no disappointment to her voice or disgust in her eyes. 

not until lonnie asks if her mother ever made her cookies to make her feel better and cries when she can’t even say anything to that. 

not until she gets a b+ without the mirror (without her mother) and she cries for 12 minutes because she never knew she was anything but pretty. 

not until chad doesn’t even care that she can sew and cook and clean just like cinderella but doug asks her softly what she really knows about cinderella’s story. 

not until ben freaks out because he sees her struggle to open a door and freaks out even more when he finds out how little she weighs. 

not until she sees how much audrey’s grandmother cares about aurora and how ben can smile and laugh with his parents and how lonnie hugs her mother tightly like she feels safe there and how fairy godmother wants nothing more than for jane to see the beauty inside of her. 

not until she kisses doug for the first time and she feels nothing at all, except maybe a little grossed out. 

not until she realizes why her stomach drops every time ben goes to kiss mal and her insides soar every time mal ducks out of the way of his lips. 

not until she sees what love actually looks like.