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♡ ·      h0wlingatthem00n

adam had made it a habit to wander out of the dark walls of the castle. small  initiations to get out of the shell that he had constructed. at least that was the sole purpose. to feel closer to the mortal side; to nourish the human and further himself away from the beast within.

yeah right.

belle would be proud of the little efforts. he had found comfort in the gardens, they were quite, leaving him to his thoughts and ideas. he was strolling through rolls of rose, when he turned in the direction of a question 

“does it no depend on the color of the orchid?” 

as he spoke, adam ran his fingertips over the petals of an orange orchid. “i certainly hope that your peers are capable of making their own decisions; you don’t need to monitor them.” 

         ❛ NOT NECESSARILY ,  though  i  suppose  there's  no  real  issue  in  going  with  the  color  of  the  year  for  good  measure .  which ,  i  might  as  well  tell  you ,  is  magenta . ❜  the  very  kind  of  magenta  she  supposed  flora  would  liked .  aurora  could  only  hope  the  fairy  would've  been  made  aware  of  such  news  by  now ,  much  to  dear  merryweather's  displeasure .  

         a  tiny  chuckle  followed  as  she  heard  the  man's  words ,  which  she  took  as  well  wishes .  ❛ thank  you ,  but  i  don't  see  it  as  monitoring  them .  i'm  more  than  happy  to  look  out  for  those  i  care  about , ❜  and  aurora  figured  most  people  could  share  the  sentiment .  ❛ surely  you  would  do  the  same  for  your  loved  ones ,  no ? ❜

          head  tilts  curiously  as  her  violet  gaze  catches  sight  of  him  touching  the  orchids ,   ❛ pardon  my  curiosity ,  is  orange  your  favorite  color ? ❜

♡ ·      prettyboyflorian

florian does not, in fact, stop looking at her like that. in all likelihood, he’s being more obvious about it now that it’s just them. he falls into the chair beside her, letting all the confident airs he’d been wearing around philip drift away as he does so. out here, he’s free to just be concerned about his sister-in-law. the questions drag a sigh and a petulant eye-roll from him - because old habits die hard - but he answers anyway. “yes, he’s awake. and yes, i’m happy. but, aurora,” he leans forward, making sure to catch her eye before continuing, “in my experience, people don’t wake up thanks to wishing alone.” he doesn’t know much about magic, but he knows that much. if wishes were horses and all that. there’s a surgical precision to the words, being careful not to veer into accusation, but with the weight of the past months (and the hurt before that). gentle, but firm. “so forgive me if i’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.” because he knows what he’d do for philip, if he had the opportunity. and he knows that sometimes his mind and aurora’s work similar enough that he wouldn’t put it past her to do the same. especially after seeing how she’d been while philip was asleep.

            PEOPLE DON'T WAKE UP THANKS TO WISHING ALONE .  whatever  tiny  part  of  aurora  thought  she  could  get  away  without  mentioning  her  deal  with  maleficent  was  quickly  shut  down  by  that  single  statement .  it  wasn't  that  she'd  taken  florian  or  kit  for  fools  —  on  the  contrary ,  they  were  incredibly  inteligent .  it  was  only  that  she'd  been  too  blinded  by  the  thought  of  having  philip  back ,  and  that  was  more  than  enough  to  cloud  her  judgment .  a  long  pause  stands  between  them  as  she  contemplates  just  how  much  she  is  willing  to  share ,  how  much  she  should  share .  this  didn't  have  to  be  a  huge  deal ;  it  shouldn't  be .  ❛ i  made  a  deal  with  maleficent ,  that's  all . ❜  the  princess  stated  simply ,  easily .  her  violet  gaze  wandered  for  a  moment ,  ❛ i  had  something  of  interest  to  her ,  so  i  let  her  take  it .  not  all  of  it ,  just  a  small  bit .  just  enough  to  bring  him  back , ❜  and  enough  to  leave  aurora  feeling  like  a  lesser  version  of  herself .  as  her  attention  returns  to  florian ,  she  lets  out  a  deep  breath .  ❛ and  i  would  really ,  truly  appreciate  it  if  you  could  keep  this  between  us ,  florian .  please . ❜

La Pointe Courte (Agnès Varda, 1955)

getting lost in an old forest and finding yourself here

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♡ ·      xbellerousseau

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belle looked up from the poetry book she was annotating, one she’d already pored through a dozen times, but this time she wanted to decorate her battered copy. in the middle of drawing a sunrise on the page of ‘the sun rising’ by john donne, she looked up at aurora with a curious expression. “ the orchid … how did they choose this year to be the orchid’s year ? ” the mention of children stopped belle in her tracks, mid-scribble. “ um … that sounds vaguely concerning, but yes. now i must know how you’re going to word that message, ” belle teased. “ dear friends … i must warn you about … children. ”

             ❛ THAT IS A GOOD QUESTION ,  actually ...  i'm  not  sure  how  they  do  it ,  but  it's  still  nice .  it  might  help  people  choose  what  flower  to  decorate  their  home  with ! ❜  and  aurora  was  a  firm  believer  that  one  could  never  have  too  many  flowers  around  them ;  after  all ,  who  would  want  to  be  surrounded  by  so  much  beauty  and  life ?  she  found  them  to  be  necessary ,  especially  now  that  part  of  her  light  was  gone .  ❛ as  hilarious  as  that  would  be ,  i  don't  want  to  give  people  the  idea  that  children  are  dangerous ,  especially  with  so  many  little  ones  around . ❜  a  tiny  smile  graces  her  lips ,  ❛ what  were  you  like  as  a  kid ,  belle ?  i  bet  you  were  always  reading  big ,  heavy  books  and  asking  all  these  questions  that  nobody  had  the  answers  to ! ❜

♡ ·      ofmalevolence

“Frankly, dear, you care too much and I don’t care at all. So save your little speeches, hm?” Maleficent rolled her eyes. She’d entertained this long enough. She was not going to be made feel guilty by a princess who would wander off into a happily ever after blissfully unaware of the blood that ran through her family tree. “You’re a princess. You’ll have to cry a little harder if you want me to even think about caring about what you have to say.”

There really wasn’t anything she wanted but she supposed she could gain something from this. The whole thing was tedious now and she knew she’d get no rest until the prince was awake. She was eventually going to lift the curse but if Aurora wanted to sacrifice something then fine. “You are a pure soul, I’ll grant you that compliment…but it’s the only thing worth my while. A piece of it will give me something of value and I’ll wake your darling prince. You’ll lose years of your life, of course, but that’s the deal.” Maleficent sighed as she looked at her. “So quick to dismiss the pain of others. As if a wound so great could be healed with words and sentiments. Keep them I don’t want them. Mistakes are small things. What your father did was calculated, cold, and disastrous and try as you might to push it away, it will haunt you and your family for generations to come. That kind of debt will not be paid so easily.”

            WHILE AURORA HAD NO DOUBT  of  how  little  maleficent  cared  for  her ,  her  loved  ones  or  the  rest  of  elias ,  she  couldn't  believe  there  was  nothing  in  the  world  the  fairy  cared  for .  she  couldn't  accept  it .  it  must  be  a  terrible  way  to  live  and ,  in  a  way ,  it  made  her  pity  the  other .  not  that  she'd  mention  it ,  but  still . 

           she  takes  the  compliment  as  more  of  a  solution  than  anything  else ,  unable  to  appreciate  it  at  a  moment  like  this .  whatever  it  was  that  a  having  pure  soul  meant ,  it  seemed  important  enough  to  bring  philip  back  and  in  aurora's  eyes ,  that  was  the  most  important  thing .  bring  him  back  and  have  maleficent  out  of  their  lives .  the  princess  would  happily  part  with  it ,  not  really  stopping  to  think  about  what  it  might  mean  —  what's  a  few  years  anyway ?  ❛ and  you'll  leave  us  alone ?  at  least  his  family . ❜ it  didn't  sound  too  bad ,  it  couldn't  be  worse  than  the  life  she  was  living . 

        ❛ i  didn't  mean  to  sound- ❜  she  trails  off ,  understanding  that  there  was  no  point  in  trying  to  reason  with  the  mistress  of  evil .  she  didn't  want  to  be  understood ,  nor  would  she  let  aurora  try .  but  the  princess  knew  there  was  only  honesty  in  maleficent's  story ;  she  wasn't  lying  when  she  spoke  about  her  father .  she  also  didn't  seem  hesitant  when  talking  about  generations  to  come ,  which  terrified  her .  ❛ still ,  i  apologize ,  and  i'll  keep  trying  to  fix  it . ❜  she  had  to .  the  princess  looked  down  at  her  toes  for  a  moment ,  then  at  maleficent  once  again .   ❛ a  piece ,  is  it ? ❜  aurora  took  deep  breath ,  then  nodded  agreeingly .  ❛ take  it .  it's  yours . ❜