#malficnt

OW. Mal would save him. Period lol. Would curse him if it would lead to him living. Shed be losing it if he went out like this

          He was tired...so SO tired... fingers twitching as he stared at the sky, his body hurt and hearing her voice tell him to fight... to continue his work... Lilia just wanted to close his eyes and rest.

      How long had it been since he properly rested...? Since he put the sword down and wished to sleep... no...NO. He couldn’t- even if it was getting harder to keep his eyes open, one Lazy glance to his queen and he found himself scraping together what magic he could think of....what he could muster.

       “for you...Maleficent... I will be your wings.” A whisper, one last time... he could do this one last time, use his signature spell one last time. His eyes closed and he found himself fighting his exhaustion and need to sleep forever before eyes snapped open, almost animalistic in nature- a sluggish movement getting to his feet as he used what little strength he could for this, falling to his knees after a single step (even if it was a shuffle), hair became scales as hands and feet became talons, wings unfurling on his back before he reverted back in an instant and laid on the ground...

     so that wasn’t enough...

                 Seven, he was growing old.

       A quiet laugh as he curled up on his side, giving her a weary and tired smile...

     Lilia looked to her before he shook his head and closed his eyes, looking back over the wall of thorns and moving to lean over the railing of the balcony he had stood beside her on. She said that like he would leave her side when it came down to that choice to leave or stay...

      “Maleficent, you say that as if I would ever leave your side...” A smile twitched to life on his expression as he glanced to her before continuing, “I’m your most trusted soldier, am I not? I pledged my allegiance to you long ago, I do plan to uphold that...” He shrugged and turned to look at her.

      The wind whipped around them as they frowned, unlike the imps around them, Zephyrus had NO allegiance to the faerie before them. They never would and her comment only made their frown turn into a smirk- almost PROUD of that fact.

                 “Oh? Do you take me as one easily tamed~?”

       THE WINDS HAD NO MASTER- ONLY THE ONE WHO CONTROLLED WHERE IT WOULD GO.

            “Pardon MY insolence, but you were the one who stepped into MY domain in the first place. The one who should be saying that is MYSELF...” The wind spirit replied, trying to stay as level headed as possible as the wind around them only grew stronger- protection...

          Lilia couldn’t help his laugh, putting his sword back into his sheath and stepping forward, kneeling before the child before them and offering his hand- watching them hesitate before scurrying forward to give him something then run away. Lilia soon rising to his feet to look- just a simple piece of madol...

             Did...                     did he look that poor?

      “Children will do that to you... but still- My lady, do I look that poor or am I simply that worn from the fighting...?” An exasperated sigh as he shook his head, pocketing it. It was either that or a gift for the fae- probably the latter. Good thing he never thanked them for it...

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙱𝙻𝚈 𝙶𝙾 𝚆𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂.   @malficnt​ asked: “you show so much promise.”

On his way to the cafeteria, Jade stops. He turns around to look at her through the window, inert as the other students walk past him as if there’s no one strange present there at all. Is he the only one who can see her? There’s no doubt that the air is filled with a faint scent of magic being at play - one he didn’t quite recognise belonging to the magic from the school or from the merfolk. And she had an aura around her. While Jade is not fond of quickly jumping into conclusions he can’t help but feels that she reminds him of Malleus-san.