Drabbletag 6: Maleficent: Aurora/Maleficent - Midnight
Title: Midnight Golden
Prompt: Drabbletag 6: Maleficent: Aurora/Maleficent - midnight
Requested by: killing_kurare
Fandom: Maleficent
Pairing: Aurora/Maleficent (Once Upon a Time)
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Also on AO3.
There are no clocks in the Moors, no iron to toll the time. But Maleficent feels it in her bones when midnight comes, the surge of light and joy that rushes through the land, the blue-lit flowers that open like stars, the music that swells from a thousand fae voices.
It glitters in the air, hypnotic and honey-sweet, and Aurora watches entranced as Maleficent’s small cousins rise from their flower beds to dance on the warm currents of the air.
“A fairy ball,” her young Queen breathes. “Such a kingdom is this.”
Maleficent strokes her golden hair. “Your kingdom.”
The Moors are so beautiful; Aurora had not even thought they could be more so. But here fairies dance and the wind sings through the trees, and it is glorious.
“Come,” says Maleficent; she stands, and draws Aurora to her. They stand huge among the sparkling slips of fairies.
Maleficent breathes over her hand, and magic glitters gold; it swirls down to surround Aurora in warmth like liquid sunshine, into a gown of gold that might be made of the sun itself.
“I still have not had my first dance,” Aurora teases.
A smile, then Maleficent bows. “If you will.”
“Always.”
Prompt: Drabbletag 6: Maleficent: Aurora/Maleficent - midnight
Requested by: killing_kurare
Fandom: Maleficent
Pairing: Aurora/Maleficent (Once Upon a Time)
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Also on AO3.
There are no clocks in the Moors, no iron to toll the time. But Maleficent feels it in her bones when midnight comes, the surge of light and joy that rushes through the land, the blue-lit flowers that open like stars, the music that swells from a thousand fae voices.
It glitters in the air, hypnotic and honey-sweet, and Aurora watches entranced as Maleficent’s small cousins rise from their flower beds to dance on the warm currents of the air.
“A fairy ball,” her young Queen breathes. “Such a kingdom is this.”
Maleficent strokes her golden hair. “Your kingdom.”
The Moors are so beautiful; Aurora had not even thought they could be more so. But here fairies dance and the wind sings through the trees, and it is glorious.
“Come,” says Maleficent; she stands, and draws Aurora to her. They stand huge among the sparkling slips of fairies.
Maleficent breathes over her hand, and magic glitters gold; it swirls down to surround Aurora in warmth like liquid sunshine, into a gown of gold that might be made of the sun itself.
“I still have not had my first dance,” Aurora teases.
A smile, then Maleficent bows. “If you will.”
“Always.”