#clair-de-neptune

[cocomingox]

hey coco is gallanty dreaming or whatever claire??

Yes, @gallantly-dreaming is the Artist-Formerly-Known-As Clair-de-neptune, Smut Dust Scientist extraordinaire. 

[purrpickle]

A/N: Prompt from clair-de-neptune; There’s been a forest fire in the Moors caused by a great thunderstorm’s multiple lightning strikes on some of the oldest and most magically powerful trees of the land. The Moors are in huge disarray. Worse, Maleficent’s very life essence and power is rooted in those trees that now lay dead. Thanks!

Maleficent can feel the fire in her rib cage. She’s crouched on the forest floor, palm pressed against the trunk of her tree, breath harsh as it leaves her body. With her eyes closed, it’s easier to feel her tree and those around it dying.

Squawking, Diaval beats his wings violently in the air above her. Barely managing to lift her face, eyes barely opening into slits, she meets his panicked gaze.

Seeing something on her face as she slumps again, forehead painfully digging into the bark nearest her, legs weak and knees slamming to the unforgiving ground, her faithful servant warbles a sad, anxious song as he disappears into the distance.

Maleficent hopes he’s heading towards her princess, her queen. Hopes he’ll find her before her energy forever leaves.

Lightning had ripped through the Moors on the heels of the darkest storm clouds Maleficent had seen since Stefan had forsaken her. Blinking against the painful, drilling raindrops, wings wrapped tightly around herself, she’d been ill-prepared to deal with the natural attack. As much as she’d anticipated and prepared for assault from the human kingdom, even with Aurora’s rule, she’d allowed herself to grow complacent. Lax. Practically powerless against natural offences.

Seeing the destruction rent around her after the storm’s passage on the back of her eyelids, the feathers of her wings still hum, telling her the electricity’s still crackling through the air. Answering heat dances under her fingers. It’s painful, sparking, and as dark spots dance in front of her, her ears strain for any sounds of hoof beats.

Suddenly, bringing her out of unconsciousness, slick, cold fingers wrap around her face, a soaked figure pressing down against her side and pushing, pulling her into them. “Maleficent,” the figure’s ragged, tight voice croaks, “Mal. I’m here.”

Painful against her lungs, Maleficent can feel the fire barely sputtering in her breast, trying to hold on. Limp in the arms around them, her wings barely tremble even as her hands weakly reach up to brush icy cheeks and equally icy trembling lips. She knows there’s almost no pulse to the life sluggishly trying to fill her body. Everything’s dying. “Dove?”

Diaval cries hoarsely near her, hopping to a stop near her legs. He tucks his head into her, cooing quietly.

“Yes. Your dove,” Aurora brushes her lips along Maleficent’s sharp cheekbone, hot tears splashing on Maleficent’s bony hands, her hair like golden spun silk scraping along her horns. “Mal. Mal. Please. Don’t go.”

But Maleficent can only smile, forcing the pain inside her into a jerking, halting shake of her head. The magick that had filled the air in The Moors is fractured. Lost. Bereft. Without the original trees humming always inside her, she can feel that the energy needed to keep her alive is only damaging her kingdom. She can’t let herself feed from it. Can’t let herself cannibalize everyone and everything else who needs it. She exhales. “My precious beastie...”

Aurora kisses her fingers, a sob racking her body as she feels another tree fall to the fire raging through the forest behind them in the stiffening of her faerie’s body. “Godmother...” her voice dies mid-word, the old nickname painful in her throat, “Please. I need you. I still need you.”

Fluttering her eyes shut, Maleficent allows one last smile to cross her plump lips, her essence emptying even as Aurora kisses her directly, cold and frantic and wet with rain. She’d held on. Waited for just that contact. “You’ll know what to do... You’ll know how to... With everything I’ve taught you...” Her heart barely throbs in her chest. “Thank you. My Aurora. For always... For becoming so much more... For showing me...” Her mouth’s so dry. Her power’s so faint. Everything’s fading. She can barely hear the voices of her people anymore. “For everything...” Are they saying their goodbyes? Is this their goodbyes? Is this Aurora’s goodbye? Her goodbye? 

It has to be. “For...” she tries one last time. “For...” Her fingers slacken and drop off Aurora’s forever soft, beautiful face, one last kiss only fleeting on her fingertips.

Indeed, “For,” Maleficent’s voice echoes, stops, and never rises again, too late to stop the screams of a True Familiar and True Love breaking down and carving, heartbroken and echoing over The Moors and Man’s Lands alike, their beloved faerie’s body hollow. 

Too late. 

Too late. 

Too late.

[cocomingox]

A poem for The Coco: Cocolicious is great/How could you even hate/Such a wise Ming Ox/(Who probably has really awesome socks)/I am writing this on the fly/And it's really late/But that's fine/Because Coco's always tryin/To make us laugh and think/And nurture us under her wing/And this poem sucks but I really love her/This is getting off track because I once had a rhyme scheme in mind/Oh well have a fabulous day, vicious Cocolicious (luv, ur smol feisty lesbian friend that comes back in 1 month)

A most fantastic poem from the fandom smut dust scientist, who is missed beyond words - Clair Shady, Extraordinary Sciencey Lady. 

You’re back soon, you say?! Well, color me surprised... and ecstatic... and excited. This calls for a celebratory drink.

[cocomingox]

COCO i saw all your wonderful selfies and let me say u are lookin FAB. also all those nails were da bomb. turquoise is such a great color. and i'll be keepin ya in my prayers fam. i'm going to be back on tumblr in march, so i'll be able to keep up w/ everyone better then. loves ya! lots and lots and lots of hugs @ ming ox mom, clair

Hi there Clair Shady, Fantastic Lady! <3

While I’m super excited to see you back on the tumblogs in March, I am so *so* very proud of you for sticking to your word and being a trustworthy and loyal daughter until then. I do hope that you’re using this time to be extra Sciencey, and working on getting into the college of your dreams. Drop me a line on FF or via e-mail anytime until then, okay?

Prayers from you are extra special. I can feel that warm hug all the way from deep within the Polar Vortex. 

Stay fabulous,

Coco

[cocomingox]

Lookin' fab as always, Cocolicious. Love your hair and eyes! <3 Clair

Thank you, Clair. <3 Muah!