Author's Note: Well, I hope this chapter is enjoyable. Thank you for all of the feedback for the previous chapter, readers. Feedback is always greatly appreciated. Like I said before, if you have any ideas for future chapters, throw them at me and I'll see what I can do. :)

Elegance

Diaval leaned against a tree, crossing his arms over his chest. His attention was captured by his dear one, Maleficent. The winged woman was standing near a pool of water, staring down at her reflection while her magnificent wings displayed beautifully behind her. Of course, there was her long and ravishing hair too, cascading down her back like a wonderful waterfall.

The raven had always enjoyed the sight of her beautiful hair. Whenever he and Maleficent were close, he would enjoy running his fingers through her soft and silky hair. It was very pleasing to the male and he always was eager to touch her hair. Among many several other things, that was one of them; touching and caressing the faerie's hair.

Sighing through his nose in a blithesome manner, Diaval started making his way over to the one he held dear to his heart. Maleficent was busy dipping her bare feet into the pool of water while she stared down into it, watching her reflection. There was an expression of contemplation decorating her lovely facial features.

"Maleficent?" This time Diaval did not decide to sneak up on his lover like he usually did.

Maleficent was a little bit alarmed, but she whirled around to face her ex-servant. An elegant smile curled her lips and she took a step in his direction, holding nothing but love in her eyes. "Diaval." She greeted him, nodding her head.

"How are you, love?" questioned Diaval, pulling the winged female into his arms. One of his hands immediately went to her long and beautiful hair and he began to gently stroke it.

Maleficent pressed her cheek against Diaval's chest, listening to his heartbeat. She allowed her eyes to flutter shut and she breathed deeply, content. "I am well. What about you? I trust you are doing well?"

"Of course," answered Diaval, his fingers roaming the beauty's hair.

"Good." Maleficent was pleased.

Diaval leaned his head forward a bit so that their cheeks were touching. Once that action was completed, he closed his eyes and breathed out a soft sigh, speaking into her ear, "You know, Maleficent," Diaval began in a quiet voice. "I really enjoy touching your beautiful hair. It is so…elegant."

"Elegant?" Maleficent pulled back a little to view Diaval's face, raising an eyebrow.

"Elegant." Diaval confirmed, giving her a smile.

"Nobody has ever described my hair in that way," Maleficent responded, her expression becoming thoughtful. After a moment, her expression turned dark. "Not even…him…"

Seeing that her mood was rapidly transfiguring, the raven released her and took her hands into his own, lifting them up to his lips and pressing kisses to her knuckles. "There's no need to ruminate on that, love." Diaval promised her, shaking his head. He brought his gaze back to his lover's face and saw that her expression was softening, the darkness withering away.

"Of course…" she commented, nodding.

A grin curled Diaval's lips and he gestured toward the pool of water. "May I…wash your hair?" he questioned her, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes. It had been something he wanted to do for quite some time.

Maleficent appeared to be astonished by the query, but then she smiled gently at him and relented. "Yes."

And so, Maleficent allowed Diaval to wash her hair for her. The winged female enjoyed every second of it too.