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Thoughts

Diaval, in his human form, walked through the Moors while ruminating on something crucially important. That something was none other than Maleficent. Honestly, he could never get the beautiful faerie out of his mind. The raven wondered if Maleficent felt the same way about him. Whenever he was completing a specific task, relaxing somewhere, or just flying through the clouds in his raven form, Maleficent would be on his mind. The dark haired man/raven knew that this would never change.

Approaching the lake, Diaval realized that nighttime was falling upon the Moors. Stars were starting to appear in the black ocean that was the sky above. There was a crescent moon there too, taking the sun's place. Recognizing that day had moved into night, Diaval started seeking out Maleficent. After all, they had been apart for almost the entire day.

When he found her, he was surprised to see her sitting near the lake. It was where he had been heading in the first place. She was just sitting there with her bare feet dangling in the clear water below. Her hair was draped down along her back and her magnificent wings and was as beautiful as ever. She seemed to be deep in thought.

Diaval was quiet when he reached her. His arms snaked around her waist from behind and he pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, hearing her gasp in mild surprise.

"Diaval," she yawped, clearly astonished. "Why must you keep sneaking up on me like that?"

"You should be used to this by now, Maleficent." Diaval breathed out an amused laugh, giving her another kiss but putting it on the skin on the back of her neck.

Maleficent relaxed in his arms and sighed deeply. "I should, but I'm not," she told him.

Diaval got comfortable behind her, pulling her closer to him. "What are you doing?"

"Thinking," Maleficent responded without hesitation.

"About?"

"You."

A grin full of jubilation curled Diaval's lips. "Me?"

Maleficent put on a smile of her own and replied, "Yes. You. You are always in my thoughts, Diaval."

"As you are in mine," Diaval informed her, nuzzling her cheek with his nose in a very affectionate manner. His arms tightened around her and he shut his eyes in contentment.

The faerie used her hands to caress Diaval's arms that were circled around her and she leaned back into him.

Of course. They were always in each other's thoughts. Why wouldn't they be?