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@sleepingrora
“Hurry up Rose! Before they miss us at the castle!” Philip called to the princess. He had snuck her out of the palace for a walk in the forest and time passed before he knew it. Stefan wasn’t going to be pleased when he found out but Philip always wanted Aurora to be happy in her new place.
‘i can’t lose you.’ // fuck me up.
@sleepingrora | i love you | ACCEPTING !
she, a funeral procession of own making as limbs carry her along corridors of castle abused / manhandled / CRUSHED BY DEATH, flowers wilting in her wake, birds silencing and wind dying out of respect for mourning seraph. can phantom remnants of boisterous laughter not still be heard reverberating against walls ? can insistent tugs of small hands ‘pon skirts not still be felt ? lids weighted by aching loss fall shut, steps faltering, for this place only serves now as mausoleum of memories which sting and prick tender flesh of heart. here she once assisted day in cleaning up fallen cake before anyone could find out, there she once read dawn a book beneath the warming sunlight streaming through windowpanes; every turn another lovely memory to remind her that no more are ever to be made. a steadying breath, two, and she carries forth, fighting through ghosts until she arrives at aurora’s bedchambers.
gentle raps ‘pon wood precede her entrance, purely a formality, for she is swift in shedding queenly comportment and falling beside the other in bed. head rests on pillow, frame facing friend sister, though she does not say anything. ( she does not need to. ) silence is only broken by deliverance of four words: simple, empty —— enough for tears to immediately prick sclera. supple arms encircle aurora, pull her close. this is not a burden to be bore alone ! ❛ you won’t, ❜ she intones, voice thick and devoid of usual cadence. it is not a promise she has the authority to make, as has been proven to them time and time again, but she dares to anyway. ❛ i apologize —— for not being there. i so desperately wanted to be. ❜
// @sleepingrora
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hair strung like gold around her pillow , soft red lips and the shimmering of a crown donned upon her head to complete the ensemble. the wizard could see why they had dubbed her to be SLEEPING BEAUTY , though the sight of her being dressed up and painted like this made him feel a slight bit... sick.
it had been months ---- nearly an entire YEAR , as a matter of fact ---- since he had last heard the news from the fairies that his childhood friend had DISAPPEARED before the supposed curse had been lifted from her. he remembered feeling a form of shock at that time , unable to completely process the true meaning behind their words. she wasn’t dead , was she ? of course not. but she also was not as lively as she once was , unable to react to his playful teasing or let out her chime-like laughter like she used to.
to howl pendragon , briar ros- ...princess aurora , was dead. he had lost a friend that day and now , even with his eyes brushing along her fair and lifeless features ---- his expression remained gravely solemn. this visit was a mistake to begin with , considering she would never wake to the sound of his voice anyway. he was not her ‘ true love ’ or the one the fairies had said to be DESTINED to save her and yet .... howl still found it difficult to leave her side.
“ i’m sorry , love. ” his words came out hushed and a pitiful scoff would follow suit , as he brushed his fingers along her cheeks to clear them of any loose hair. “ i should have never left. ”
and as a final act of goodbye , howl would lean down and gently place his lips on top of her own , pulling away after only a few seconds. a kiss was all he could give her now and as he start to turn away ---- the wizard could only hope that her true love could do more for her than he ever had.
“ you look a little LOST, sweetheart. “ he smirked, adjusting his blazer as he examined the blonde in front of him. “ this is an ALL BOYS academy. “
@sleepingrora // sc
sleepingrora replied to your post: STARTER CALL. i might be selective, but who knows....
the bf
@fightfaiir && @thcsecond TAKE NOTES. SHE KNOWS HOW TO DO THIS.
@sleepingrora liked for a starter from Hubert.
“ Thank you for making my son so happy. ” All the King had ever wanted was for Phillip to be able to find love in the marriage Hubert and Stefan had arranged.
@sleepingrora i heard she basic :/
[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following // ACCEPTING
my opinion on;
character in general: im gonna be honest. i don’t really remember sleeping beauty so i know little to nothing about aurora but she seems like a sweetheart.how they play them: from what i can remember and given that you had to expand on her, i say you’re doing pretty godt damn well. the mun: YOU’RE SUCH A GOOD BEAN AND NICE AND ILY PLS LOVE ME
do i;
follow them: yeetrp with them: yeswant to rp with them: yesship their character with mine: okay we already know that justin/aurora is evERYTHING
what is my;
overall opinion: GOOD BEAN IS GOOD
@sleepingrora
ha ha stop it im gonna end up shipping them
