Yes, Mistress

☾ Diaval ☽ ☀ "You will be my wings." | A once monumental raven turned man. Turned raven again. Turned man again. Turned dog. Turned raven. Turned man, turned horse, turned dragon-- ... I'm assuming you get the point. | "Pretty Bird!" ┎CE BLOG EN FRANÇAIS ET EN ANGLAIS.┒ Diaval | History | Memories Relationships | Verses | Quirks

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[ Months! It’s been 9 months! Diaval, I missed you too. ]

[meyourforestlass]

[beautifulxself-blog]

I’ve known you…           once upon a dream

[trustyservant]

Maleval Week Day 4: Cooking

so I definitely took the chance to pay homage to someone else’s awesome shit (which is a tendency that I revel in, if you guys didn’t know)

Inspired by the story The Flaw in the Plan by a-caffeinated-life!

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[akirateku]

[daeneryser]

[trustyservant]

Maleval Week Day 1: Cuddling

(shhh, just pretend that this is actually on time)

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Maleval Week Day 2: Pain

…the “good” kind, that is. (don’t look at me don’t look at this but anyway enjoy ahahahhh)

[inmating]

I could have every single part of your body pressed against mine and I’d still say ‘pull me closer’.

(via herunfailingkindness)

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[maleficentia-murderessarchives]

ｗｈｅｎ ｗｉｎｇｓ ｂｅｃｏｍｅ ｍｉｒｒｏｒｓ

[beautifulxself-blog]

Watersprites and varying nymphs often surprised him in the waters; tiny fae and any sort of aquatic creature had a habit of startling him when he spent too long by the stream— so the occurrence was almost common, when he was to notice the water rippling and sense that faint sheen of magic in the air, and in his familiarity with the sudden presence of such things he managed to refrain from starting, instead turning from his pacing and standing still at the lip of the water.

A woman appeared; a beautiful woman, if he was to abide by the knowledge of human aesthetics (and to compare her to his mistress, her features were at the least attractive as he’d come to know it—) though he dwelled on it very shortly, as he quickly came to realise he did not recognise her;                                                                                        nor the almost mirror-like way she                                                                                        had come to enter the stream. And she appeared human, which confused him above most of this all. Though the moors were open to humans and they had their sparse visitors; humans did not embed themselves in the barely-moving water of a stream… and none of the fae ever displayed such human characteristics so completely. "That’s quite the impression." He bends at the knee to get a better look at the waters, tilting his head in honest curiosity— "Are you from these Moors?" A futile question, though— by this point, he knew the creatures like the back of his hand, and he was very certain he’d never quite seen her before.

[maleficentia-murderessarchives]

{She smiled and her eyes grew soft towards the man before her. It was not because of some inherent kindred fire she felt for him, nor was it the joy of greeting but it was in fact, because of his nature.

It was crows she had tender dominion over, not ravens. And yet, in the obsidian of his eyes, in his body language, she could see in him the mannerisms she had come to love through her own crows. They were like children to her after all.}

"I am not dear one, no," she replied, adjusting her legs to take a better look in the water’s reflection. "I am from a world between this one, a world not of the Moors. I simply wanted to see if this would work and conversing with you has proved my theory."

The theory was that, through keeping a hold on the element of choice — so long as it was not fire — she would be able to speak with whoever was on the other side.

"I did not want to show up uninvited in your world after all, especially since your Moors as you call them are heavily guarded; no no no, I wish not to be a nuisance."

And she spoke the truth.

[beautifulxself-blog]

Who in the world--? Dear one? He wondered briefly if her knew her, to allot such  a name... but he didn't he was certain he would recognize one the likes of her. "A world between?" Does she mean... not of the kingdom, but perhaps beneath their earth, or in the air above? But he supposed he would know if she lived in the air above, or at the very least his mistress would have mentioned a kingdom residing there, they were both amongst the clouds so frequently. "...Where is it situated? I haven't heard tell of a kingdom around this area beyond that of the humans, and the only ... oh." It seemed to dawn on him that he replaced 'world' for the idea of a country and when he thought to mention the only seperate world he knew of than his own was the world below, that spat fire and elder ravens had cawed about in warning to humans seeming to breach the lines between worlds-- and he wondered if she was from there, the world that spat fire and housed horrors. "I see. And your world, is it anything like ours? --And I appreciate your consideration for asking for an invitation before showing up and perhaps startling our residents, beyond this water-stint."

[beautifulxself-blog]

"Relax, 'Rora--" He was talking to her like they'd been together years instead of a brief throw into intimacy (along with several others he didn't care much to mention) with her over the past two hours, a palm pressed flatly to the wall just beside her head, the other grasping her chin when she worriedly looked down the hall for the hundreth time. "Bender's got 'em all occupied; nobody's going to notice the quiet little princess slipped off-- and I'm in the washroom." He chuckled at that, allowing himself to step forward once-- effectively closing the distance between them, and drawing a short gasp from the blonde now trapped between himself and the wall.  Fingers traced from chin to jaw to lobe to hair, golden strands slipping between his digits as he watched her, intrigued with how her eyes widened and how she tensed-- and loving just how she seemed to relax when his hand went from the wall to her waist, winding about her as best he could. She was slender; her blouse soft beneath his arm and he smiled at her, letting her hair drop and instead moving to cup her cheek, reveling in just how soft and pink it turned beneath his touch. "Miss. Mal would kill us both if sh--"                                                                "Don't mention her." For now, he'd forget about                                                                  the girls surprising fondness for their almost                                                                 dictator-- no, principal, and kiss her; head tilting, catching her in the moment she took a breath, grinning at the way her mouth formed into a small 'o' against his. Detention may well have been the best thing that ever happened to him.

[maleficentia-murderessarchives]

ｗｈｅｎ ｗｉｎｇｓ ｂｅｃｏｍｅ ｍｉｒｒｏｒｓ

{There were other worlds; of that there was no doubt. After all, did she not make it a point to walk through other portals if only for the purpose of study? Though, there was the cardinal law that, in one such path, the world would have to allow her or anyone who was navigating it entrance before they entered.

Did they have malignant intent? Were they of benign countenance and pure of heart? Did they mean to blow upon the flare of war and incinerate all in their path?

Or did they seek to study the world, to watch as water glittered like a polished crystal in the sunlight and be content in the rapture of simple existence?

That was how she knew somewhere, in a land that was not her own, there was one who had her same name but not the same story and that, somewhere, in a land that was not her own, there was a creature who was that Maleficent’s guardian…her wings.

Would it be too implausible to want to say a proper introduction? Never.

And it was with the palm of her hand that brushed the surface of the water that allowed her to see into this other world, to find the man by the stream if only to speak to him through the living pulse of water.}

"Show me the man," she whispered.

And he appeared.

[beautifulxself-blog]

Watersprites and varying nymphs often surprised him in the waters; tiny fae and any sort of aquatic creature had a habit of startling him when he spent too long by the stream-- so the occurrence was almost common, when he was to notice the water rippling and sense that faint sheen of magic in the air, and in his familiarity with the sudden presence of such things he managed to refrain from starting, instead turning from his pacing and standing still at the lip of the water. A woman appeared; a beautiful woman, if he was to abide by the knowledge of human aesthetics (and to compare her to his mistress, her features were at the least attractive as he'd come to know it--) though he dwelled on it very shortly, as he quickly came to realise he did not recognise her;                                                                                        nor the almost mirror-like way she                                                                                        had come to enter the stream. And she appeared human, which confused him above most of this all. Though the moors were open to humans and they had their sparse visitors; humans did not embed themselves in the barely-moving water of a stream... and none of the fae ever displayed such human characteristics so completely. "That's quite the impression." He bends at the knee to get a better look at the waters, tilting his head in honest curiosity-- "Are you from these Moors?" A futile question, though-- by this point, he knew the creatures like the back of his hand, and he was very certain he'd never quite seen her before.

[wkxxwk]

あれから字幕×１、吹替×２観てしまった・・・！かわいいよー！；；

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[akirateku]

It’s Maleval Week!~

Day 1// Cuddling

[beautifulxself-blog]

❝Some would disagree— when they get high enough, you know, it’s assumed to be a reprieve from duties.❞He brushes his hands against pressed pants once more before nodding, opting to leave the mop where it was. Someone else would finish this, surely. Now, when she mentioned the press he smiled knowingly; a bias already set in place and seemingly proved, negating his previous sentence in his own mind. ❝ Of course. ❞ Without saying much more, he already begins the short trek down the hallway, glancing over his shoulder at her. ❝ I wasn’t aware that any journalists were to make an appearance— when abouts will they be visiting?❞

[malignitasmali]

    A quick glance at the mess and soon did the     very sight of it leave her wandering mind all     together. She would make a note of such a     thing, the janitors paying dearly for such     atrocity within her facility though such things     would ensue behind closed doors and away     from prying eyes.

    As Diaval led the way out of the room and down     the narrow halls, Malena followed, her heels clicking     with every step and echoing from off the brick walls     that surrounded them.

    Bricks painted black ; emanating a sense     of further G R I M to the atmosphere.

        ❝ Two days time. I plan on granting them a personal         tour of the place. Diaval, I trust you will have the         patience well behaved and concealed within their rooms.         Place only the most well rounded one’s within the common         area if possible. I do not want any form of complications         to arise, is that understood? ❞

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❝Of course, miss. ❞                                 Wouldn't want them thinking this was some sort of mad house,                                         no, that would be r i d i c u l o u s. ❝Though we haven't many that remain well-behaved for lengthened periods of time, I'm sure we could manage that the majority were non-violent; I'd still advise against dallying in the room... though if you spoke with the doctor, perhaps you could manage additional doses of sedatives to any scheduled patients, for emergency purposes.❞ Though, he often had little patience for them all the same, regardless of any sarcastic trains of thought. Few patients he could tolerate-- one that came to mind was a certain youthful blonde; her, he'd assure got her scheduled time in the common area. Perhaps the other girl-- a redhead, if he could remember, though he distracted himself from that when they reached the common area, opening the rather large door for the woman behind him--                    he found the amount of doors overdone sometimes; but he supposed it                       was necessary, with the lock-down procedures and an increasing                      number of escape attemps. ❝Stay close by me, though, if you wouldn't mind. ❞