@sleepingrora​ | i love you | ACCEPTING !

          she,   a  funeral  procession  of  own  making  as  limbs  carry  her  along  corridors  of  castle  abused  /  manhandled  /  CRUSHED  BY  DEATH,   flowers  wilting  in  her  wake,   birds  silencing  and  wind  dying  out  of  respect  for  mourning  seraph.   can  phantom  remnants  of  boisterous  laughter  not  still  be  heard  reverberating  against  walls ?   can  insistent  tugs  of  small  hands  ‘pon  skirts  not  still  be  felt ?   lids  weighted  by  aching  loss  fall  shut,   steps  faltering,   for  this  place  only  serves  now  as  mausoleum  of  memories  which  sting  and  prick  tender  flesh  of  heart.   here  she  once  assisted  day  in  cleaning  up  fallen  cake  before  anyone  could  find  out,   there  she  once  read  dawn  a  book  beneath  the  warming  sunlight  streaming  through  windowpanes;   every  turn   another  lovely  memory  to  remind  her  that  no  more  are  ever  to  be  made.   a  steadying  breath,   two,   and  she  carries  forth,   fighting  through  ghosts  until  she  arrives  at  aurora’s  bedchambers. 

          gentle  raps  ‘pon  wood  precede  her  entrance,   purely  a  formality,   for  she  is  swift  in  shedding  queenly  comportment  and  falling  beside  the  other  in  bed.   head  rests  on  pillow,   frame  facing  friend  sister,   though  she  does  not  say  anything.   (   she  does  not  need  to.   )   silence  is  only  broken  by  deliverance  of  four  words:   simple,   empty   ——   enough  for  tears  to  immediately  prick  sclera.   supple  arms  encircle  aurora,   pull  her  close.   this  is  not  a  burden  to  be  bore  alone !   ❛   you  won’t,   ❜   she  intones,   voice  thick  and  devoid  of  usual  cadence.   it  is  not  a  promise  she  has  the  authority  to  make,   as  has  been  proven  to  them  time  and  time  again,   but  she  dares  to  anyway.   ❛   i  apologize   ——   for  not  being  there.   i  so  desperately  wanted  to  be.   ❜

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hair strung like gold around her pillow  ,  soft red lips and the shimmering of a crown donned upon her head to complete the ensemble.  the wizard could see why they had dubbed her to be SLEEPING BEAUTY  ,  though the sight of her being dressed up and painted like this made him feel a slight bit... sick.  

it had been months ---- nearly an entire YEAR  ,  as a matter of fact ---- since he had last heard the news from the fairies that his childhood friend had DISAPPEARED before the supposed curse had been lifted from her.  he remembered feeling a form of shock at that time  ,  unable to completely process the true meaning behind their words.  she wasn’t dead  ,  was she ?  of course not.  but she also was not as lively as she once was  ,  unable to react to his playful teasing or let out her chime-like laughter like she used to.  

to howl pendragon  ,  briar ros- ...princess aurora  ,  was dead.  he had lost a friend that day and now  ,  even with his eyes brushing along her fair and lifeless features ---- his expression remained gravely solemn.  this visit was a mistake to begin with  ,  considering she would never wake to the sound of his voice anyway.  he was not her ‘ true love ’  or the one the fairies had said to be DESTINED to save her and yet .... howl still found it difficult to leave her side. 

“  i’m sorry  ,  love.  ”  his words came out hushed and a pitiful scoff would follow suit  ,  as he brushed his fingers along her cheeks to clear them of any loose hair.  “  i should have never left.  ”  

            “  you  look  a  little  LOST,  sweetheart.  “  he  smirked,  adjusting  his  blazer  as  he  examined  the  blonde  in  front  of  him.  “  this  is  an  ALL  BOYS  academy.  “

the bf

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my opinion on;

character in general: im gonna be honest. i don’t really remember sleeping beauty so i know little to nothing about aurora but she seems like a sweetheart.how they play them: from what i can remember and given that you had to expand on her, i say you’re doing pretty godt damn well. the mun: YOU’RE SUCH A GOOD BEAN AND NICE AND ILY PLS LOVE ME

do i;

follow them: yeetrp with them: yeswant to rp with them: yesship their character with mine: okay we already know that justin/aurora is evERYTHING

what is my;

ha ha stop it im gonna end up shipping them