#nyeeeeehhhh

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[nightingaleinasilverycage]

"What happened doesn’t change anything." maleficent/aurora go go GO friend

YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE ASKING FOR

fuck fuck it was going to be short fuck mE

It was a spring evening, warm and mild and entirely unfit for the events it was to entail. The Moors shimmered with fireflies whose lights were just waking up from their sleep as the young queen sat atop a crag, observing the creatures frolicking below like her protector herself liked to do. It would take long, long for her to rise to the same heights, but Aurora minded little. Her sights remained set on the world below, and all was well.

Little did she know of the chatter that plagued the forests. They said Aurora’s becoming queen has led the protector astray. They said Maleficent, the guardian of all, has guarded few besides the human girl and her companions. Some even said — the bravest, or the most indecent of creatures — she never should have had her wings returned to her.

"Lies!" Aurora yelled at a particularly gossipy gremlin with too big a mouth to keep out of her ears’ reach. The fair folk scattered around her.

"My, my, what is this ruckus that keeps dragging me down from the sky?"

The young maiden turned around to see the protector tutting in disapproval, a half-smirk poisoned with intentions far more bothersome grazing the fairy’s features. Aurora wasted no time before running into Maleficent’s embrace, a thick veil of feathers enclosing her out of harm’s way. “Good evening,” she said and her voice cracked.

"What is bothering you so?"

"I’m only tired," Aurora whispered, lulled by the comforting pressure of Maleficent’s wings on her back.

The fairy paused, glancing around their surroundings devoid of life — which had all flowed to the brooks and the streams — before speaking. “Want to fly?”

"What?"

Giggling, Maleficent pretended to check Aurora’s ear. “I asked whether you want to fly. With me. I could take you over the waterfall.”

"But how—"

"On my back. Come on, don’t be shy. Arms around my neck, like that. There you go."

"Won’t that hurt, though?"

"I’ve been carrying you around in my heart since you were a dragonling-sized little beastie. If that hasn’t hurt, nothing will," Maleficent grinned before stepping off the edge of the cliff with Aurora’s arms clasped around her shoulders and the girl’s panicked yelps like music to her ears. With Aurora time always seemed to go backwards in spirals, pulling all maturity along.

The thought shot through the queen’s head without precedent. It was not theft that sprang to mind. But those wings — something about them lured her in like the first snowflakes of winter before they touch the ground, those strong muscles that carried them both across the sea and whipped up a gust of cooling wind every time they flexed and which she could not help but be fascinated by. Instead of the waves crashing against the shore, Aurora became transfixed by waves crashing in her chest. Maleficent flew slowly, cautious as to not endanger her only passenger, so the girl could, when she tried hard enough, move one of her hands to Maleficent’s shoulder, inching towards her spine.

"Aurora—"

Oblivious to Maleficent’s alarm, she took a small blade-shaped feather off the base of the fairy’s wing between her fingers and plucked it.

The next thing she knew, like her father before her Aurora was falling. Her world disappeared in a blur. All of it, every singular speck was centered in just one feather. Horns followed her down and she felt her body being yanked upwards violently. That was the last thing she would remember from the flight.

When Aurora woke up, she was still clutching the feather in her fist. Maleficent sat beside her, but of all the times Aurora had seen her looking down on her sleeping, she could not place this reflection of herself in Maleficent’s eyes anywhere at all.

"You fainted. But at least I see you are alright now. I am sorry for giving you trouble," said the fairy and got up, unfolding her wings once more.

"Wait—Please—I didn’t think you would even notice—I didn’t know it would hurt," Aurora called after her. She jerked up, stumbling onto her feet only to be stopped dead in her tracks by a wing flapping wind in her face to keep her at bay. "Fairy godmother—I’m sorry. I am so sorry, I was just—I was just—"

"Being human. I understand."

"Your wings… They are beautiful. H-here," Aurora bowed her head, her eyelids brimming with tears. She held out the feather she’d stolen like a sacrificial offering to be accepted and judged by the protector, who looked the girl up and down, a bright green glint in her eye. And Aurora waited, small sobs tearing their way out of her throat. Despite that she was careful not to taint that treasure of hers.

"It’s just a feather, Aurora," said Maleficent.

"It’s what you gave me before you even knew me," replied Aurora. "I am sorry for betraying it. Truly—It will never ha-sic-ppen again."

"I am not bothered. What happened doesn’t change anything."

When she was sure she had permission, Aurora hopped up to the fairy on unsure feet, her gaze begging to be let in. And she was — Maleficent made no move to stop her when Aurora reached out to wrap her in an embrace. Still her wings remained tucked behind her back, leaving Aurora to mourn their loss into the crook of the fairy’s neck. Maleficent spoke of stability, but what had happened had not left a single stone unturned.

[confusedlucifer]

oh god im so pumped for only lovers left alive

because jarmusch and vampires and tilda and tom

im so pumped for crimson peak

because del toro and gothic horror and jessica chastain and tom

[nintenho--ds]

WELL....

Now that schools over, I should get started on dr. Who and supernatural. But now that all my friends are starting to get obsessed with sherlock, that's all I want to watch. D:

[witchsunarchive]

I just want to sit and listen to music and make cute game pixels all day and not go to school is that too much to ask