Hey guys so this is just a little something to get the creativity flowing so I can finish my Star Trek fanfic, otherwise one of my best friends is going to murder me. :) Eyup. Anyways! This is a little Maleficent one -shot.
It was late summer, and the heat was unimaginable, bearing down in waves upon waves. In the Moors, the Folk took shelter in the tree's shades and in the cooler parts of caverns. Those that did venture out only did so to splash into the crystalline waters that ran low this time of year. Not even the greatest of all the faeries was spared from the heat.
She lay in a wide tree branch, the little wind there was, (which itself was hot in temperature) ruffled the soft feathers of her immense wings. She had torn one of her frayed, older skirts above the knee. Normally considered indecent, it was accepted this day, and was practiced by many others. Cradled high up in the tree's limbs, she watched over Aurora as she interacted with the other folk, having a mud fight in a dress of similar style to her god-mother's.
The sun beat down from its highest point in cloudless sky. Maleficent lay on her back, fanning herself lazily, her energy seemingly sapped from her. Her throat burned, and it hurt to swallow, being dryer than a desert. She blinked in the light, her hypnotic green eyes searching. She found his dark form near Aurora, hovering around her. Lifting herself up, she glided down to the ground, remaining in the safer shade, and resumed her position in the emerald grass.
The thirst in her throat grew. "Diaval." she spoke. The black bird, with green reflecting in his wings, turned to the sound of his name, and glided to his Mistress. He landed upon the ground, whereupon his claws into legs and wings into arms and beak into face grew. He was robed in black cloth, that was light enough to breathe, and it showed his chest, and the feathering marks upon his pale skin that betrayed his true form. "Yes?" he asked, ready for any command from the woman who had saved his life.
"Diaval, I am thirsty. Would you fetch me some water from the stream please?" she requested. He gave her a smirk, and a nod, and trotted off. He disappeared around the bend, and she laid her head back, closing her eyes, her full red lips parting a bit in a breath. A little while later, she heard his boots in the grass. Opening her eyes, she watched him approach. Instead of a chalice of water, he handed to her a large flower that need to be held by both hands. "It's better than water."
Cautiously, she took a sip of the tangerine colored syrup. Its languid taste was citric and sweetness, tropical, and it soothed the burn in her throat. She smiled at her servant over the large petals, and said thank you.
"Of course Love." he replied, before changing back into a bird and returning to Aurora.
Maleficent sat wide - eyed, watching the crow as he flew around Aurora. Had he just said...? Had he called her...? In all his years of servitude, he had only ever called her Mistress, with occasionally her name. She sat in shock. Yes. He had called her "Love ".
And it had made her smile, a smile that had not graced her lips in a long time.
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