without your past, you could never have arrived so wondrously and brutally, by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance

...here.

 beastslain said: ‘ ahh, fuck. i can’t believe you’ve done this ’
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‘   really ? i thought it was extremely normal for me.   ’   she shrugs, licking the remnants of cake frosting off of her finger. there’s a smirk playing on her face, a quick rise of her brow highlighting the crooked grin. a generous smear of red frosting on gaston’s nose stood as proof of her actions, and the look on their face caused her to have to suppress a laugh.   ‘   you have a little something …   ’   manicured finger gestures to the tip of her own nose, her composure finally breaking, a loud fit of laughter suddenly ringing through the air.   /   @beastslain ; a very serious rp meme.

 immortae !

𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐡, her head tipping back slightly as her eyes drift upward momentarily.  ‘  well, that’s a first.  ‘  snow responds, shoulders rising in faux discomfort at the lack of aforementioned threat. she’d become accustom to routine, and regina’s warnings were a staple.  ‘  how refreshing,  ‘  she quips, sweet smile preluding a sigh.  ‘  hm, i’m sure you do.  ‘  because try as she might, and she will always curse her bleeding heart, snow likes to think she knows regina. or at least, the regina she used to be. and she doesn’t think regina’s quite as happy as she might like to pretend. but that’s not snow’s place to question, is it ? so she doesn’t. she doesn’t care enough to try. not anymore. 

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she does laugh though. a huffed breath of amusement. it can’t be helped.  ‘  like mother like daughter,  ‘  snow shrugs,  ‘  so to speak.  ‘  she adds. public opinion doesn’t drive snow, it’s inconsequential to the once princess they adored. a new world requires a new approach. the snow white of old wouldn’t survive here.  ‘  who, me ? i want a lot of things regina, but what i want doesn’t matter. never has.  ‘  she inhales, exhales, another shrug and her lips purse.  ‘  which is fine  …  it doesn’t bother me anymore so don’t take this for a “woe is me” moment, i’m only here out of curtesy. familial obligation, you can thank henry for that.  ‘

like mother like daughter. there is a hum, warm and deep, rumbling in her chest. the mayor leans back in her chair, arms coming back with her to fold across her torso. she was tiring of this quickly and it showed upon stone cold features : a dark brow risen, a narrowing of her eyes, fingers mindlessly tapping against her elbow. it was her m.o. : indifference, condescension. she wore it well; as if it were tailored for her specifically.

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‘   then, please. get on with it. i’m going to stop listening soon.   ’   she shrugs as she gives the warning, tone as if to say i won’t be able to help it. then, she leans forward, a crimson tipped finger tapping against her desk as she speaks.   ‘   and for the record, as much as i love my son, i won’t have him dangled in front of me like some sort of bait. he’s a kid, he has no business being a part of all of this. hopefully, we can agree on that.   ’   both manicured brows lift in tandem, eyes widening as she slowly leans back to her original position. it wasn’t a word that meant much to her, but she would truly rather die than to ever call snow her family again, regardless of henry’s blood relations.

(Source: fairsts-a)

 bemonsters!

For so long, the thought of delivering such news to her face to face had been nothing but a pipe dream. So distant, so out of reach that it could not exist anywhere outside his dwellings. When their daughter arrived, it started to feel more real. Each passing day that Evie was there getting closer to King Ben, David could feel that his hopes of seeing his wife again could turn to reality. By the time they had concocted the plan that would make it true, what was a faint idea of her reaction had become a detailed picture in his mind. 

And still, perfect as it was in his imagination, it was nothing compared to what he was seeing now. No attempt made by his memory could’ve reproduced the brightness of her smile, so mighty it consumed him. Nothing could replicate the dulcet tones of her voice, the joy he felt in hearing the relief in it. And most of all, there was nothing he’d ever known to be as sweet as the taste of her lips against his. 

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David lets himself get carried into the moment all too gladly; they’d both waited long enough to earn the right to enjoy it for all they could muster. He holds her close, kisses her fiercely, and commits every last bit of this to memory so it could never be taken from them again. A need for air reminds him of the clock ticking against them, and it is with regret that he parts from her. 

❛  We need to hurry.  ❜  He pulls away only enough to catch her gaze in his, with a hand cupping her cheek.  ❛  Me and Evie agreed to meet at the bridge in an hour. Get the things you need, we can’t be late.  ❜  

heart soars, carrying her with it. her hands had not stopped moving aimlessly over him, hovering just far enough they didn’t touch, and though she doesn’t really know what he is saying, she can sense the urgency in his words. hurry. an hour. things you need. late. her mind was racing beyond her control, but when warm brown met steady blue she found herself grounded once more, stilling erratic movements.

‘   i have everything i need.   ’   her voice is soft, barely a whisper, but so sure as she looks at him a moment longer. regina had not brought any of her belongings to this place. she had assumed they would be destroyed or stolen, and evie brought that which mattered to auradon when she left. in this big, empty, crumbling castle all that she needed was those she loved, her family.

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when she finally steps back, she doesn’t go far. she creates the space for them to begin moving, for she could stand there in his arms for the rest of her life if not prompted otherwise.   ‘   it’s not far from here, but it’s going to be dark soon. we should go now and wait there.   ’   a pause as she looks at his face once more, as if he could still disappear at any moment.   ‘   it will give me some time to yell at you about all of this before we see her.   ’   the smirk that plays on her face is bright and mischievous, light behind her eyes almost childish in its flickering. she could pretend there was a lecture awaiting him, but they both knew her joy would supersede any argument she could muster. though, he could not fully escape some sort of speech about the irresponsibility of their endeavor.   '   i can’t believe you let her send you on a quest.   

THEME BY FAIRSTS