Imperative

A/N: the idea is to write a story using only imperative sentences. Comes in two parts.


Be grateful that she saved your life. Promise her a life of servitude in return. Obey her every command. Stay by her side as befitting an honorable raven. Watch her. Observe her actions. Examine her mannerisms. Study her facial expressions. Listen to the lilt of her voice and the cadence of her sentences. Know her, so that you can be of better service to her. Convince yourself that you are only paying attention to the details of your mistress because of your desire to be a better servant. Let her stroke you whenever you're in raven form. Pretend that you do not relish it whenever she does. Argue with her from time to time. Risk being told you're out of line just to amuse her. Assist her in looking after Aurora. Remind yourself that you're her familiar, not her partner in raising a child. Tell yourself that you do not think of your mistress as your mate, and Aurora as your hatchling. Do not be offended when she says true love isn't real. Hide the fact that you think it is, because it's what you feel for her. Forget that you feel it for her.

Try not to be moved when you realize your mistress has learned of true love. Ignore the nagging thought that maybe she'd feel it for you, too. Focus on trying to get out of this blasted castle alive. Remain collected and ready for any command even when you see your mistress writhing in pain. Force yourself to keep moving even when all you want to do is stare because she looks so mesmerizing with her wings back. Avoid being disappointed because of the implication that she may not need you anymore.

Stop trying to forget what you feel for her. Accept the fact that you love her. Be content in being by her side, even if you think she won't love you back. Bask in her beauty. Enjoy your time together. Fly with her. Continue watching her. Observe her actions when it comes to you. Examine the changes in her mannerisms. Study the softness and loss of severity in her facial expressions. Listen to the veiled emotions in her voice, the hidden meanings in her sentences. Realize that her regard for you is evolving. Remember that she's had a difficult past, and that she's trying to piece herself back together. Help her in doing so. Steadfastly hold on to the signs of her affection. Give her the time she needs to accept and adjust to what she feels. Wait- for a lifetime, if you must.


A/N: This is basically Diaval's thoughts. Bit messy compared to my first fanfic, What Happy Looks Like, but I still decided to put it up. The idea of writing in only command sentences appeals to me. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and favorited (and liked on tumblr) my first Maleval fanfic. It really means a lot. I hope you'd give this one a chance as well. Maleficent's side is next. Cheers!