You make yourself strong because it’s expected of you. You become confident because someone beside you is unsure. You turn into the person others need you to be.
DO NOT MISTAKE that smile as one to share. it’s exclusive to her & her only. a petite lil’ motion which curves those glossed lips / so gentle , in fact , it’s barely visible ; yet certainly there , contributing to those ever blessed features. ❛ i have been to one ball in the past. it ended by being chased by guards & having the whole city after me —— i trust your experience was better ? ❜
°｡ﾟﾟ ☀️ @sunsetframed / 💛
❛ it is certainly among my fondest of memories. ❜ benevolence exudes, cloaks surrounding air with its leisurely might & paints honeyed smile ‘pon dainty countenance. boundlessly could the princess speak of those nights which did so change her life, which provided her both the freedom and romance she desperately pined after; and perhaps she might have, were it not for piqued interest still captivating attention. ❛ might i inquire upon how you found yourself fleeing an entire city ? ❜
❝ I take no pleasure in doing this. ❞ bearing a weight in her chest that drowns her every day . she finds herself helpless yet again . A QUEEN , she might be but with scant power . hands tied with obligations & laws . ❝ there is compelling evidence against you. do you have something to say in your defense ? ❞
@sunsetframed / ♥
heartbeat within own chest strikes unfamiliar against delicate confines: dulled, idiosyncratic, burdened far beyond her earning. disbelief plagues her. she stands now before the queen, before the whole of the court ------ yet still there remains some air of incredulity which clings to lithe frame, as though this might all be a DREAM to be awoken from, for all of her step-family's misdeeds do pale in light of this. she, the perfect party to blame, the maiden who goes without and simply could not help but take that which caught her eye ! a breathtaking necklace, gold-wrought and diamond-graced, never before seen until it was produced from underneath the straw of her mattress.
( and how noble of drizella to so readily assist the constable in finding it. )
perhaps if they could feel now how extremities tremble, how each breath rattles lilied lungs, if they could peer into soul streaked with naught but virtue and purity, perhaps then they would not doubt her innocence. but alas, when two members of own household readily place blame and two others keep their tongues, the words of one scullery maid do little to save. ❛ thou shalt not steal, ❜ is murmured, gentle in cadence. nor shalt thou bear false witness against thy neighbor, though that hardly gave her family pause. ❛ i am a woman of god, your majesty. i abide by his laws as i do those of this land. ❜
im obsessed w physical closeness, romantically….not even sexually just if u date me it’s all hugging all the time we are gonna lay in bed and im gonna cuddle w u, we will stand in the kitchen and i will stand hip to hip w u, u will sit on the couch and i will stroke your hair and kiss your forehead….it’s so intoxicating as a concept
@magnificencemanifest | be good to ya girl | ACCEPTING !
gold-wrought tresses cascade over shoulder, intentional that she might observe deft fingers in their work ------ though moonstruck gaze has long since found itself instead enraptured by concentration written ‘pon adored features. charmed is she by how thoroughly he applies himself to task at hand, one mastered about three braids back; and all that he would not find himself at a loss the day their daughter requests he be the one to do her hair. gossamer kiss seeks the furrow of his brow, own digits, which do so dwarf in comparison, settling atop his.
[ wrap ] for your muse to walk into the room and say nothing before wrapping their arms around my muse. from kit !!
@createdofstardust | be good to ya girl | ACCEPTING !
‘tis a poignant longing which exists between them, one invasive of senses, wholly consuming in its endeavors. it does not offer respite, even when sylph excuses herself from his presence and makes for her quarters. ( unassuming, nonchalant ------ certainly not because she is fleeing the king’s company ! ) even there, even away from him is she suffocated by yearning. he is forbidden fruit, sat neatly ‘pon the lowest branch of eden’s tree, meant to entice and test yet never be indulged in; the only one among the flora and fauna of this garden that has been proscribed of her. and she abides ! she keeps away from that which tempts, obedient to the stipulations of the skies above.
yet what is to be done when apple allows the breeze to thrust it from its perch, rolls along verdant incline and only stops once it collides with bare feet? what is to be done when she leaves and he follows after? tentatively does frame turn to face door once telltale footsteps meet ears, footsteps which she knows to be his. heartbeat quickens at the sight of him. would that lips might part and find the ability to dictate even the simplest of sentences, but they cannot. ( or perhaps simply do not. ) rendered speechless is she as he nears, azure gaze transfixed ‘pon him. it is meant to speak for her, glossy and wide, brows pinched in anguish: turn around ! go back, go back, go back. to be near is to be tormented by all that she cannot have.
wordless plea finds itself brushed aside as she is swept into desperate embrace, ephemerally stiffening beneath touch. after a moment, two are hollow-boned extremities wrapped ‘round him in return. countenance buries itself in chest, svelte digits curling into fabric at their tips. suffocated by all that dangles itself before her and mocks, eyes pinch shut. this is not what they were destined for ------ despairing embraces fueled by yearning prohibited, only to return to a state of never speaking truths to one another, never allowing gazes to linger too long; a game of pretend. this is not what they were meant to be.
but this is what they are, and that remembrance is what drives form to free itself. through dark lashes does she meet selfsame hues, gentle smile offered, one meant to ease shared ache. mien now speaks silent hymns of reassurance, sings the tune of love requited and stifled; i understand, it says, and we will be okay. single hand lifts to brush curl from his forehead, drifting down to smooth imperceptible creases from material which clings to his shoulders. the apple is returned to its branch, and she again flees the king’s company, clothed now with strength renewed ------ for to be near is to be tormented, but is is also to be fortified. she, conqueror of temptation, woman enduring, who longs to bite into fruit which does so coaxingly brush ‘gainst petaled lips, sink ivory into flesh and partake, yet does not.
my aesthetic: characters who have every excuse and every reason to be cruel, closed-off and violent, and yet –every time they have to choose– they choose kindness and compassion.
genteel gaze shall settle upon the girl, where pallid, lily white hands descent to rest, feather light, across small shoulders ; be there UNDERSTANDING within your gaze, DOVE OF PEACE ?? when your youth hath known love’s embrace only for it to be thorn from your side, leaving in its wake naught but sadness and WHAT IFS. children should not be starved of love. rather, they ought to be BATHED in it, wherein buds may flourish & bloom — !! “ run, ” a scrunch of your nose ; while usually one to respect the will of parents, you were never one to BOW DOWN to authority. “ go to your prince. surely, they can’t keep watch over you at all time. ”
HOPELESS ! angle of delicate chin trembles the moment gossamer touch meets frame, weighted gaze falling away that glassy sheen hues have taken might not be noticed. feeling resides so wholly unfamiliar within chest. surely she has found herself despaired, heartbroken, weary; but never hopeless ! it is the one thing she keeps, the one thing she harbors as protection against her step-family’s harshness. no matter what they throw at her, she endures through own hopes of freedom. yet here she stands now, bared and vulnerable, merely a child stripped of only consolation known. ( the cage she is kept in has never before stood so adamantine ‘round her. ) ❛ i fear what they might do. ❜ a breath, a whisper. ❛ i fear that even if i make it to him, they would not cease until they have ruined me. ❜
the boy slumps his shoulders, hoping to subtract any height that had been added. maybe it were the shoes. or maybe she was shrinking… the prince knew as people aged they shrunk. && his godmother was around his mother’s age —- she was over 100 years old. but he wasn’t gonna say anything about cinderella’s age. ❝ it’s the shoes mama had gotten me. i didn’t grow i PROMISE. ❞
mischief glints within depths of crystalline gaze; this, the sole indication that she remains anything other than disbelieving of his claim. a thoughtful hum, a carefully impassive countenance ------ surprisingly convincing in its efforts until it gives way to another bout of feather-light giggles. ❛ of course i brought gifts from france. should you accompany me to my room, i’ll give them to you now ------ but you mustn’t tell your sister you received yours before her. ❜
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labels are paid no attention to as weary limbs haphazardly shove can after can of nonperishables into bag slipping from shoulder, momentarily resting against the curve of hip as she fills it. ( the luxury of being selective with what they eat has long since escaped them. ) all movements are rushed, urgent; she does not like being away from him for longer than she has to ------ not when being outside at all poses immediate threats to their safety. frame protests as she situates backpack fully ‘pon shoulders, but it is something she has grown used to. no longer is she soft and supple as she navigates aisles of abandoned convenience store, plagued with the familiar stench of death and rot; now she is swift, shrewd, though she holds desperately to the gentleness of self she once knew. this rebirth is not something she will accept without a fight.
❛ we have enough food for a month. ❜ a month / a lifetime in these grave circumstances they survive in. her smile returns as she joins him outside, where he has kept dutiful watch that she might be safe while scavenging. ❛ i can hardly believe we found this place. ❜
who was she to deny helping in something she was born && raised as. A PRINCESS. born into grand parties && dressed in lavish gowns, the blonde was blessed with knowing the lifestyle from BIRTH. learning everything, from mannerisms, greeters && what you were && not allowed to do, was awfully hard when you weren’t used to it. everything was strict. one wrong move or word could lead to accidental insulting. when the NEW princess asks her for help, aurora nods excitedly with a grin. ❝ of course, your highness. ❞ aurora stands from her chair in the girl’s chambers && stands opposite her. she begins with listing all the forbidden actions that have been permanently imprinted in her brain forever.
❝ —- no nagging, bragging, sweating, fretting, slipping, tripping, slurping, burping, twittering && frittering allowed. ❞ aurora remembers so well && lists them so quickly that she stops to make sure cinderella was following. she understands that it could be a lot —- she even messes up now && then to this day. ❝ do not worry so much about knowing how to be a princess. ❞ she takes hold of cinderella’s hands for a moment to assure her mistakes were okay. ❝ simply remember —— stay present, stay pleasant, stay proud. ❞
mere felicity radiating off the other as though rays of the sun is enough to quell frayed nerves. it encircles her, bathes her in its ethereal warmth, tugs corners of roseate-kissed lips heavenwards: a balm by which worries find themselves soothed. everything about this life she has waltzed into is perfect ------ ( almost too much so, as though she might wake up one morning within the straw bed she once knew and find that this has all been a figment of her psyche. ) she only hopes to be as perfect for it as it has since been for her. an inspired final act of rebellion against her step-mother, to prove the woman wrong, to show that she is all she was told that she could not be; her triumph ! thus she listens to aurora’s teachings with trained ear, reinvigorated in her purpose and grateful for the help bestowed.
smile embellishing delicate countenance only grows in its magnificence as it dawns ‘pon her that all she is already conforms to what a princess is meant to be. certainly she would never dare do any of those things in public, at least. such a daunting thing only moments prior, laughter threatens to spill at own doubt which so thoroughly plagued her, though she silences it. aureate tresses shimmer along with her nods: one, two, three, corresponding with the last bits of advice, slender digits keeping hold of those in her grasp. ❛ and you will be there to help me should i need it, won’t you ------ ? ❜
me earlier: i will be productive today
me now, listening to early jonas brothers music and eating domino’s: i wonder which greek god cinderella would be a child of
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