Dislaimer: Maleficent and its characters belong to Disney. I am still not taking any credit.
Second story in English. I might posts some more for this one.
Originally posted on my tumblr.
The wind is fresh, but not cold, on her rosy skin and all Aurora can do is smile. Smile so much her cheeks are starting to hurt but she doesn't care, because every time she glances at her left, Mal is there, walking a step ahead. The older woman's straight back and pride make her forget about the pain in her face, about her mother, about her father locking himself up in his office. Mal looks back at her a moment and smirks, it is all the blonde needed for her smile to widen.
A loud siren echoes in the street and Aurora watches as the police car appears, three bright lights almost blinding as they flash, to only disappear in the darkness of a corner. A hand grabs her, long fingernails scratching lightly on the exposed skin of her forearm, she is dragged on the other side of the street and Mal stops walking.
"Here we are, Beastie." the tall brunette says.
They are standing in front of an building, bricks dark with dirt. It would look like any building of this part of the city if a small group of people wasn't standing next to the imposing doors. Aurora finally realizes a huge sign is hanging above the door. "THE MOORS". Some of the eccentric looking persons standing there wave at Mal despite the fact they are holding a cigarette. Aurora can't help thinking about her father and what he would say about this whole situation. He would probably scream at her aunts, scolding them as loudly as he can for letting his precious princessbefriend a leather-clad rebel like Maleficent. God, if he knew…
"Don't worry about Stefan, little Beastie, he won't know." Mal's voice is as deep and calm as usually. It is one of the most reassuring sound to Aurora, it always soothes her. Her voice and the way Mal seems to know what she thinks at any moments make the blonde wonder if Mal isn't actually a witch, no, rather a fairy.
"Hey, Balthazar", Mal greets the huge and large man standing at the door. Balthazar opens the door and holds it for the women to enter the building.
Inside is nothing like Aurora could have expected it to be. The lack of window makes it dark but the many colorful lights allow people too walk through without tripping on anything. Of course there is music but it is enjoyable, loud but not too much. Mal guides her to the bar.
"Mal!" is the first thing Aurora hears the barman say. He is rather handsome with his black hair, deep dark eyes and joyful smile. "So, you are the Aurora I keep hearing about…"
It doesn't even sound like a question but the blonde nods as she tucks strands of golden hair back behind her hear.
"Aurora, this is Diaval, the closest I have to a friend."
Aurora is sitting on a small stool at the bar, her usual smile even brighter than usual. Mal decided a few minutes to act freely, "spreading her rusty wings", she said as she stood up to walk to the dance-floor. And now Aurora is watching the gorgeous brunette dancing.
"She is quite something, isn't she?" Diaval asks, filling her glass of water again, because being eighteen doesn't actually offer her quite as much freedom as she wished. She hums approvingly as she turns her glance to him. "You know, she's been tryin to make me call her mistress since we met…" he adds with a smirk.
Aurora giggles at the comment. Going to a gay bar for the first time that night had really been a good idea, she thinks, glancing at Mal. She feels her cheeks blushing as her eyes find her hips.