Maleficent was staring at the woman in front of her, why is the kind of fabric so important. Why do we need to invite all these people we don't even know or like? Was the meaning of the flowers so important, and then their color and combinations had meanings as well. The woman told her the flowers she had brought from the moors could not be used together because that would mean bad luck, the wedding gown couldn't be black, but Diaval could wear a black suit... Decidedly unfair. Then there was party favors, cakes, what color of frosting, what kind of decoration, flower petal? And the most irritating thing? The woman did not listen to Maleficent at all. Just talk, talk, talk, talk, and not waiting for a single answer.
So Diaval watched with mild amusement, and slight concern as Maleficent lit into the human. And as the human now whimpered in the corner Maleficent turned on him. "This is nonsense, I told you it would be!"
"Yes, but it is necessary." Diaval gently wraps his arms around her and whispers in her ear. "Lets just get married in the Moors, most the guests well likely decline because of that alone, we can wear whatever we want and the pixies, I'm certain, well bring every flower imaginable." He rubs Maleficent's stomach. "We should enjoy this, even if we are only doing it for the baby." She sighs tiredly, slumping into them.
"Go tell that stupid wedding planner that, well you?" Maleficent smirks into his shoulder.
Diaval gulped, imagining the look on the womans face when informed of his idea, "Oh no, you love telling people what to do, you're clearly more suitable for the job."
Maleficent pulls her head up to glare at him, but then smiles again as she realizes something. "I could curse her, hmm. Should I make everything she wears itch and burn? Or make her flesh lose feeling, her eyes no longer see color? No, no, something more sadistic and cruel." She laughs, "Why Diaval, I haven't a clue what to curse her with!"
Diaval, pulled her closer, making her lean on him. "You are tired, maybe a nap?" His brow creases with concern.
Maleficent pushes out of his hold. "A nap?!" She hisses.
"Well, Aurora told me to make sure you take good care of yourself and the baby in turn, she said you might act a little odd and that babies do that, and she said the best thing was lots of rest." Daival pretends to frown as she starts to walk off. "Maleficent."
"What?" She snaps.
"Maybe you should retire to your chambers, it would be a good, quiet place to figure out what curse to use?" Diaval offers.
Maleficent blinks, then frowns, and mulled it over. "That's... Not a bad idea.." Diaval tries not to feel offended at the complete amount of wonder in her voice, its like she's saying 'And here I thought you were stupid'.
I hope you guys enjoyed! I'm working towards wrapping this up so hopefully I'll be done before school starts!
Kitty, I like the name Amaryllis very much, the butterfly was named just that, one who sparkles ;)