This is the other beauty telling your beauty that she needs to write a drabble about Aurora finding Diaval hurt and fixing him up, okay? Okay.
This is this Beauty telling your Beauty that I’m gonna do that, okay? Okay ♥
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Aurora snuck into the Moors most nights when she became queen — when the trusted members of her queensguard were either asleep or inattentive, she would quietly make her way to the forests that she had visited so often for the past year.
Never had she been fearful of danger — few ever saw her on her short journeys, and even if anyone dangerous ever did… she was always headed to the safety of Maleficent & Diaval. They would protect her.
The pixies, as always were glad to see her——
❝ Queen Aurora ! Your Majesty ! ❞ they greeted her, mimicking curtsies in the air, ❝ Welcome again to the Moors ! ❞
And as always, Aurora was very polite to them —— curtsying in return though her mind was a thousand miles away.
❝ — I was hoping you might be able to tell me where Diaval is tonight ? ❞
Their smiles had turned into shock at that, and then Aurora had grown worried. Rather than waste their time with bickering as they might have on any other day, the three of them could see the concern written all over the young queen’s countenance.
When they reached the great Rowan Tree, Diaval was there alone, once again in the form of a man —— though a sizeable gash covered a large part of his arm. He rested in the hold of its branches, eyes opening at the sound of her footsteps nearby.
Aurora’s hands clapped over her mouth in shock at the sight of him, and nothing could have stopped her dashing to him, climbing up into the tree in a rush of skirts & scratches against the bark —— lacking grace but not charm.
Diaval in his disheveled state smiled as she climbed up to him, saying, ❝ Don’t you worry, Aurora —- just a nasty bite. ❞
❝ What did this to you ? ❞ she demanded when she was on the same branch as him, taking his hand in both of her own. She was distraught, he could see that much — and all he could think to do was chuckle at her.
He raised one hand to run his fingers through golden locks, and shook his head. ❝ Dogs can be nasty creatures. ❞
❝ That’s awful ! ❞
❝ It’s nothing. Arms are a little stronger than wings, I can wait for it to heal & then I’ll be just as I was before… perhaps with a new scar. Do you think it’ll scar well ? ❞
Aurora bit her lip. ❝ I think it looks painful. ❞
❝ — Ah, but that’s not the question. ❞
He was smiling at her again, dark eyes flicking lazily about her face. Nowhere else —— just at her. The realization made her self-conscious, and the little queen could feel her cheeks growing red.
❝ Let me bandage it up. It could fester— we should really get you to a doctor — ❞
❝ With what are you going to bandage it, your Highness? ❞
This gave Aurora pause, and she looked around to see — there was nothing that she could use for it. She looked back to him, and took a handful of her skirts in her hand.
❝ Tear this. ❞
❝ Is that an order ❞ He sat up a bit so that he was leaning just a little bit closer to her, and she couldn’t help but notice how C L O S E they were —— she forced herself to focus, pushing bits of fabric into his hands.
❝ Tear it. — Please. ❞
Diaval raised a brow at her, dark eyes glinting with amusement. After a moment he shook his head, obliging her — gentle fingers took hold of the lowest bits of her skirt to tear off a piece suitable for a bandage —— slow digits brushing just against her ankle.
She looked instead at his injured arm as she began to wrap the long strip of fabric around his wound, though could feel his gaze on her still. Every now and then, bright eyes would wander upwards to find dark orbs fixed upon her, unwavering.
❝ I— I’ve finished. ❞
He smiled, his expression gentle as he took her hand in his once again, slowly raising it to his lips so that he could place a kiss on her knuckles.
