You know what? I don't want any part of this.
❝ you don't exactly have a choice, do you? ❞ she cooed, prettily, her thin claws going through the dark hair on top of the other's hair in a mocking gesture. she used to do so with diaval, when he was alive and by her side and faithful and above all, willing. her poor, poor servant who fell ill on the hands of those wretched hunters who rejoiced in making her, for the first time in almost a millenia, weep. she barely felt the tears, didn't know what they were at first, only to then cling into the new presence with sharp teeth and hunger. raven, hateful as she was, was powerful; reason enough why maleficent despised her at first, always attempting to take her in like a good and well trained bird. well, it worked this time. reasons unkown, but seeing her squirm and detest each second spent on the forbidden mountain was enough to make maleficent beam.
beautiful and too peaceful for her tastes, and too noisy. always getting within her deals and curses, wondering why she was after the infant - as if she didn't have reason ! questions here and there, flying away at times to save someone; why, and for what? things maleficent couldn't fanthom, too poingnant still to ignore. their bond forbid her from lashing, and she felt too much from it. the brief touch of raven's... emotions, stirring awake something within that made her want to vomit, and hide, and burn the whole world down. she was sad, and emphathic, and kind to the point of submission which to maleficent was a crime against creation. 'her energy is similar to mine, and too different. how come she cultivated her core to such a creature?' creature, serene, ethereal. maleficent wanted to eat her whole.
❝ haven't i been a good host? are you not satisfied, with me? ❞ despite it all, her voice, this time, wasn't a jest. she sounded like a child, curious, her horns addorned by the flowers raven had picked in the corners of the moors. and her hands went from the head to the shoulders. they were the same height, which made the interaction easier. ❝ you can critize my methods as you wish, but you'll obey me as long as you're my companion. don't tell me you're more fond of the humans than of me. ❞ maleficent knew she was, knew everything about those purple and blue hues and her meditation, the reason she prayed. knew of her father and wondered how it felt to even have one. her nature too divergent, and so perfectly matched.
