THE HUMAN CONDITION  /  accepting ;  @hellheiress​​
   ❛  i’ve been trying to keep up with all of these great expectations ,  so i keep faking  ❜
    𝑨 𝑺𝑾𝑨𝑵 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 and how sweet the sorrow ,  how bitter the memory .   of not knowing ,  of improvising and pretending she was okay ,  when she had only been princess for a night and woke a queen .   of a nightmare within a dream ,  of being woken and crowned ,  of confusion and loss ,  of feeling the disappointment she instilled in others .   of becoming ruler despite the protest and the insecurities that hadn’t quite faded ,  of feeling not quite good enoughÂ
and thus fades the facade ,  the cool demeanour borrowed from false queen maleficent to persevere in the face of reluctance and disrespect .   oh ,  she should remember that charlie ,  sweet charlie ,  is a demon ,  and her affair with the wicked fae and her tricks and demons should have ingrained a reluctance to even be in her presence .   she should attempt to kill the girl ,  or order one of her guards to ,  or stand at least 50 paces from her being just to be safe ,  but she doesn’t .   instead ,  she sits close ,  gentle like budding dawn and rose petals ,  and she is not scared
charlie ,  despite the nature of her kin ,  exudes warmth and something familiar .   queen aurora looks at the demoness and doesn’t see monster but some reflection of herself ,  the girl she used to be  /  the girl she ,  in part ,  still is  :  this uncertain creature ,  with sunshine beneath her skin ,  and darkness somewhere deeper .   the insecurities must fester like rot and vines ,  coiled around her heart and pulled taut ,  and how twisted the shadow of her heart must be :  would this girl ,  if she had to ,  survive the confrontation ?
aurora rose does not offer a smile ,  does not force it ,  but she does offer a hand over hers ,  a tender squeeze ,  a reassurance    ❛  you know ,  relying on a friend once in a while doesn’t make you weak or incapable  ❜Â








