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A little ficlet about what Maleficent experiences as she takes possession of Aurora's will. May or may not be continued, it all depends on what the muse decides (she's the one with the true magic, I'll have you know.) Slight femslash so far, will increase if story continues. :P
I hope you'll like to read it, if only half as much as I liked to write it. :)
The green light urging the princess on is the very essence of my being. I am, at this moment, a bodiless entity, melting together with the princess's mind, enveloping it in my will. My will, yes, but the fact of the matter is that when you manipulate someone's soul, their soul is also seeping into yours.
And therefore, I know her.
I know everything there is to know about her; every thought that ever crossed her mind, every dream she ever dreamed, every emotion she ever felt. I know her secrets, her embarrassments, her hopes and her fears.
I know she often speaks of meeting a prince and fall in love, but I also know that hidden within, so deep down she barely allows herself to know it, her true dream is meeting a woman. It's a woman's hands she dreams of, a woman's lips upon her own. It surprises me slightly, but it does not shock me the way it would shock her "aunts" or her parents.
I know that while she is pure of heart, she is also quite a prankster. None of the useless guardians of hers can believe it, but she has played so many pranks on them in all these years, and gotten away with everything. It amuses me greatly, how clever she is, the little wide-eyed princess. True, her pranks aren't cruel or twisted the way mine would be, but she's still one cunning little vixen.
I know that she secretly loves thunderstorms. Flora, Fauna and Merryweather may have taught her it's dangerous to be outside in such weather, but she still likes to sneak out and watch as lightning cut the skies to ribbons. I know that the sound of crashing thunder makes her feel strong and free, rather than small and afraid.
I know that the princess, with all her grace and beauty, is not merely a pretty doll, she is an intelligent, spiritual young woman who spends a lot of time thinking; a surprisingly rare and refreshing trait in the young ones, especially if they are royalty. She is far from the naïve child her three good fairy companions believe she is. If she was my enemy, I might even be a little apprehensive; perhaps not quite afraid, but definitely watchful. But she is not my enemy - she never were.
At this moment, I know her in every aspect of the word apart from the physical… which is unnecessary, as a connection of the mind and soul is much more intimate than any physical connection could ever be. But now that all the knowledge of the princess Aurora is sinking in, I am afraid I might have made a terrible mistake. Because before I cast the curse upon her, I stressed the fact that the princess would be loved... by all who know her.
I put a curse on an innocent princess, and unwittingly put a spell on myself as I did. Magic is full of cruel twists of fate, even for someone as experienced and powerful as I am. I should have known. It takes a great sorceress to make great mistakes.
As the princess pricks her finger and falls to the ground, I reclaim my physical body and catch her effortlessly in my arms. The deed is done. And only one question remains;
What am I supposed to do now?
That, I do not know.