prince phillip

indie prince phillip from sleeping beauty

[princeofdusk]

@PRINCEOFDUSK  /   an   independent,   selective   writing   account   for   𝐭𝐡𝐞  prince of  sleeping beauty   prince phillip.   only   child   of   the   king  hubert based   on   the   1959   film   'sleeping   beauty' written  by   Naomi (   she/her,   29,  gmt+1-2   ).  nsfw allowed on this blog, meaning you have to be 21+ to write with me.

[princeofdusk]

“I’m awfully sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” {Elsa} @icespirt

Phillip's breath plumed in the frigid air as he stared, wide-eyed, at the jagged shard of ice that had erupted mere inches from his boot. The sheer, crystalline form glistened menacingly, a stark reminder of how perilously close he'd come to an unexpected, chilling end. A shiver, not entirely from the cold, traced its way down his spine. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, a paradoxical reaction to the sudden drop in temperature, and let out a shaky exhale. "That was certainly close," he murmured, his voice a little hoarse, directed more at himself than the woman who stood before him.

His mind immediately replayed the rapid, almost silent formation of the ice. Next time, he chastised himself, next time I should announce my presence sooner, make a little noise, cough, anything to prevent such a thing from happening. It was a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.

The woman, who had conjured this crystalline menace with a casual flick of her wrist, raised an eyebrow, a hint of concern or perhaps amusement playing on her lips.

“I’m awfully sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Phillip straightened his shoulders, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. He wasn't one to admit fear, especially when a remarkable display of power had just unfolded before his very eyes. "Oh, I am not frightened," he declared, perhaps a little too quickly, though he genuinely believed it. "Startled, perhaps, yes, intensely startled, but certainly not frightened." He paused, his gaze fixed on the lingering frosty aura around her fingertips. It was, quite frankly, wonderous what she could do. The world had just taken on a dimension he'd only read about in old tales.

A profound curiosity bubbled within him, overcoming any lingering trepidation. "Is it magic?" he pressed, stepping a fraction closer, his eyes wide with a childlike fascination. "That thing you just did – are you a snow fairy perhaps? Or something more ancient, something out of a winter legend?" He couldn't help the slight smile that touched his lips, a mixture of disbelief and profound hope that the answer might be as extraordinary as the act itself.

[princeofdusk]

"But when will I see you again?' {Aurora} @bornofthedawn

"You will see me soon, I promise." Phillip said, his voice a low rumble, though he too struggled with the words, the weight of leaving her pressing heavily on his chest. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her jaw, a silent apology for the distance that was about to stretch between them. Surely, as the beloved princess and future queen of the kingdom, Aurora wouldn't be left truly unattended; the castle buzzed with a competent staff, and her lady-in-waiting, Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather, were ever watchful. Yet, it just felt profoundly wrong, a hollow ache in his gut, leaving her behind while he embarked on a diplomatic mission to the distant, sun-drenched sands of Agrabah.

The urgency of Aladdin's summons had been unsettling. A curt letter, delivered by a swift messenger, spoke of an immediate need for Phillip's presence, yet offered no explanation for the unusual haste or the nature of the predicament. The omission itself was enough to prickle Phillip's senses; such secrecy from a seasoned ruler like Aladdin could only mean potential danger. And the thought of Aurora, his Aurora, in any situation that even hinted at peril, was anathema to him. Never again did he want harm to befall her, not after the long, agonizing years of her enchanted slumber, and the perilous battle to break the curse. His purpose in Agrabah, whatever it was, suddenly felt secondary to the overwhelming need to keep her safe, even if it meant leaving her behind.

He leaned in, his lips brushing her cheek, a soft, lingering kiss. "I'll be back before you know it," he murmured, willing the words to convey the certainty he felt, the unwavering intention to return to her side as swiftly as humanly possible. He pulled back, holding her gaze, imprinting the image of her calm, beautiful face in his mind, a beacon to guide him through whatever trials lay ahead.

[mickeyandcompany]

Pencil test animation for Sleeping Beauty (by Marc Davis and Milt Kahl)

[arwens]

Walt’s original three

[petitetiaras]

National Princess Week | Aurora (1959)

[shebelievedindreamsalright-blog]

Sleeping Beauty sentence starters

“Well, I’m really not supposed to speak to strangers, but we’ve met before.”

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream.”

“Oh, dear. Why do they still treat me like a child?”

“But you know something? I fooled them. I *have* met someone.”

“Yes, it’s only in my dreams. But they say if you dream a thing more than once, it’s sure to come true, and I’ve seen him so many times.”

“ It’s just that you’re a… a…”

“But that’s impossible. How could I marry a prince? I’d have to be…”

“But… but I can’t! He’s coming here tonight. I promised to meet him.”

“Oh, you darlings! This is the happiest day of my life! Everything’s *so* wonderful!”

“Where is everybody?”

“It’s pink!”

“But I wanted it blue.”

“Now, dear, we decided pink was her color!”

“Why, it… it’s a very unusual cake, isn’t it?”

“And I still think what I thunk before: I’m going to get those wands.”

“I’d like to turn her into a fat ol’ - hop toad.”

“Thou sword of truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure!”

“Don’t touch…ANYTHING!”

“I’m awfully sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“But don’t you remember? We’ve met before.”

 "You said so yourself! Once upon a dream.“

“Well, I still say we oughta use magic.”

“But when will I see you again?”

[princeofdusk]

From a young age, I knew of Princess Aurora and the dark curse of Maleficent: a prick of a finger, a death-like sleep. Years passed, but the prophecy lingered.

Then, by chance, I met her in the forest. Aurora. Her voice and beauty captivated me instantly. We danced, we spoke, and I felt a connection. But the shadow of her fate loomed, and a terrible premonition struck me when we parted.

I rushed back to find the castle silent, swallowed by an impassable forest of thorns. The curse had come true. Despair was not an option; I had to reach her. I plunged into the briars, hacking my way through, driven by her memory.

Maleficent, in her dragon form, rose to stop me. The battle was fierce, but I fought for Aurora, for the kingdom. My sword found its mark, and the evil was defeated.

Inside the silent castle, I found her, still and beautiful in slumber. The fairy godmothers had spoken of true love's kiss. Kneeling, my heart pounding, I gently kissed her lips.

Her eyes fluttered open. "Is it you?" she asked.

She was awake. The world breathed again. My quest was over, and our story had just begun.

@PRINCEOFDUSK  /   an   independent,   selective   writing   account   for   𝐭𝐡𝐞  prince of  sleeping beauty   prince phillip.   only   child   of   the   king  hubert based   on   the   1959   film   'sleeping   beauty' written  by   Naomi (   she/her,   29,  gmt+1-2   ).  nsfw allowed on this blog, meaning you have to be 21+ to write with me.

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