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beautifulxself replied to your photoset “diavora aus [ 1 / ? ]”

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name;  Diaval age; 30 position; orderly .n. short bio; —Grown up in a smallish town where family seems of nearly the utmost importance. His interest in working in an asylum came from the experience of having a damaging anxiety disorder, and felt an obligation to spend his life helping people with similar problems, as he felt he’d learnt how to understand the severity of it in ways  the general populace seemed to ignore. He moved states to get a job though, and so is now distant from his family (though they are proud) and seemingly rather alone in his new life here. He’s quiet, though strict— and can be rather arrogant at times, but has a soft heart and often shows it, if even in rather subtle ways. (short enough or do you need more?? I feel like I’m missing too much.)

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"How can I po-possibly—” His fingers are twitching, curling and un-curling as he tries to find some distraction for his hands, visibly seething—                                               ”They fed her spiders! Her little mouth was swollen!                                                What kind of absolute morons—?!”

   The dark fae sighed as she tried to calm her companion down. She placed her hand on his back, which was a rare gesture she acted upon him.

                     ❝Now, now, Diaval.

                She's better now, alright?❞

   She had given the child an antidote to those nasty spider bites. Aurora would be alright, though she ought to keep more of an eye on the little beastie in case those nitwit pixies actually did kill the princess.

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██▓ ɢᴏᴅs & ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs █▓ ;;

      She lay in the meadows of the Moors, as she did every day----   watching  the  little       creatures that lived there as they went about their business. Little fair folk flew about       above her, shining bright even in the dim morning air; she could hear the arguing of       her pixie guardians as they searched for her. It was a game she liked to play some--       times, hiding among the tall grasses or the mud of the marshes to avoid them.

      Maleficent, her mother & protector of the Moors, was  N E V E R  pleased to find that       Aurora could easily evade them... but rarely did Aurora hide long enough for her        true protector to know. As far as Maleficent knew, Aurora was content to live out her       days in the Moors with her and the rest of the fair folk, secure and safe from the rest        of the world.

                                      Of course, Aurora wasn't. No one could be.

      When the sound of her three bumbling (but loved) guardians grew faint, finally did       the golden little girl rise from behind delicate petals, pleased with herself for having       avoided the rules and protection of the three "aunties" she had. There was another        moment of waiting to see if they'd come back before she stood, slow at first ----

                  and then dashing away.

      Even after years of playing about the forests, running away from them when they        weren't really looking ---- they never thought to look for her near the thorny walls        that protected their home. Surely they knew by now that the girl adored being 'lost',       away from them for a few moments of freedom, and one would think that they would       have learnt her favorite place to hide... but she could hear no sign of them as she        made her way towards the giant barriers that kept them safe from the human realm.

      She was breathless when she reached them, and even so she laughed, carefree.        This was her favorite place to be in the Moors, the one place where she could be        honest about what she truly wanted. Maleficent had no clue as to her wanderings       about the dangerous border, nor did she know how fervently she desired to leave       the beloved prison she'd grown in.

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beautifulxself replied to your post:sleepless; LBR THO AURORA WOULD BE THE BEST...

i owe u a billion things but im always here c;;;

sCREEAMS you could owe me a MILLION BILLION things and i would still want to start new threads with you !! 

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           This was the first time that she had ever been in the Training Center,            where the real tributes trained -- and she stood excitedly next to the            window to watch the children around her age readying for the Games.  

           President Stefan currently was too distracted with the other guests to            pay any mind to his daughter, though Aurora didn't seem to really             care all that much. Azure eyes were trained upon the tributes, in awe            of the skills that some of them possessed.

           She was excited for the games, she'd been told all of her life that it             was a great honor for them to fight in the way that they did, and she            was lucky enough to watch them train before the games. She was            going to be the envy of the other girls at her school, she was going to            see things about the tributes that only the people in this very room            got to see. 

                                   Aurora couldn't hide her excitement.

           Perhaps, if she was good and quiet, her father would let her stay and            watch when the tributes displayed their talents for their rankings.