THE HUMAN CONDITION / accepting ; @hellheiress
❛ i’ve been trying to keep up with all of these great expectations , so i keep faking ❜
𝑨 𝑺𝑾𝑨𝑵 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 and how sweet the sorrow , how bitter the memory . of not knowing , of improvising and pretending she was okay , when she had only been princess for a night and woke a queen . of a nightmare within a dream , of being woken and crowned , of confusion and loss , of feeling the disappointment she instilled in others . of becoming ruler despite the protest and the insecurities that hadn’t quite faded , of feeling not quite good enough
and thus fades the facade , the cool demeanour borrowed from false queen maleficent to persevere in the face of reluctance and disrespect . oh , she should remember that charlie , sweet charlie , is a demon , and her affair with the wicked fae and her tricks and demons should have ingrained a reluctance to even be in her presence . she should attempt to kill the girl , or order one of her guards to , or stand at least 50 paces from her being just to be safe , but she doesn’t . instead , she sits close , gentle like budding dawn and rose petals , and she is not scared
charlie , despite the nature of her kin , exudes warmth and something familiar . queen aurora looks at the demoness and doesn’t see monster but some reflection of herself , the girl she used to be / the girl she , in part , still is : this uncertain creature , with sunshine beneath her skin , and darkness somewhere deeper . the insecurities must fester like rot and vines , coiled around her heart and pulled taut , and how twisted the shadow of her heart must be : would this girl , if she had to , survive the confrontation ?
aurora rose does not offer a smile , does not force it , but she does offer a hand over hers , a tender squeeze , a reassurance ❛ you know , relying on a friend once in a while doesn’t make you weak or incapable ❜
