Comfort from the Real Sleeping Princess
Snow nodded slowly as she finished her sentence. It was confusing, listening to what Aurora said. But it did make sense, she supposed. She knew his father was a stern man. Perhaps it was true…
“He-he what?” she asked, in shock. “Is he- he’s alright, though…right?” She had never known him to act this way, and it worried her. She reached over, wiping away her friend’s tear. “I- You’re- You’re right, dear. I think I knew all along, I just…wanted him to myself. And all I did was push him away…” she sighed sadly. “Phillip wouldn’t dare hurt you, if that’s why you’re thinking. He loves you. And he would never do that,” she wrapped her arms around her tightly, rubbing her back comfortingly, “And I’ll castrate him if he does,” she added with a light chuckle.
She nodded “I think he’s alright, but I haven’t spoken to him since. James also said to not talk to him until his cloak was finished.” She took in a deep sigh “I’m just afraid, of his drinking. He’s not conscious that I know and I’m afraid.”
Her eyes widened “Oh please no, He might want to have children someday… maybe with someone else… since I can’t seem to be able to it myself.” She frowned. “But that’s okay I guess right?”
Aurora looked back at Snow “Go to James! Just go! Be with him! So you two can be happy. I want nothing more for the two of you” She hugged her and started pulling her up to gather her things if she wanted to go.
(Source: once-there-was-a-princess, via once-there-was-a-princess)
Wants and Needs
His eyes watched over the moving figures, barely taking note of anybody, his back to the wall. He wore a hat, as usual, jacket framing his thin body and feet slightly tapping. He blinked and the world became color again, moving off the wall. He hummed, moving.
He looked down, pausing when he saw a flash of cold. Violet eyes looked down at and familiarity came into his sights. ”Aurora,” He stated, casually, “Nice seein’ y’all out ‘ere.”
“Oh well…. I just needed….. to finished some… deliveries since Claudia never stopped by to take out some orders for some customers.” she said stuttering. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute being out in New Orleans during the night was frightening especially since she really didn’t have anyone to protect her. “Oh well Dr? I wanted to ask you something? About well.. my condition?”
(Source: hesitantbeauty, via doctor-facilier)
Wants and Needs
Aurora was taking a small stroll around town, it was about time she decided to leave the house. Paranoia has been on her mind as of late. There was a familiar figure standing in the distance being overly cautious she stood back and waited for the figure to move. She recognized his posture,the way her walked all she needed to do was wait for him to open his mouth.
Comfort from the Real Sleeping Princess
Snow sniffled, holding her friend tightly. “I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t mean to wake you up,” she said as she pulled away. “It was awful. There was this…giant thing chasing me! And it lunged at me,” she shuddered. “I’ve been having this dream every night since…” she couldn’t say it. What she wanted to say was since she left James, but the words didn’t come.
Aurora finished her sentence for her “Ever since you left James.” Aurora sighed. “You know he only does that because he doesn’t know better, He’s self-sabotaging himself because he doesn’t know how to property behave because his father didn’t teach him, that’s why he seemingly keeps on making poor choices…..”
Rose took a deep breath trying to compose herself and word this sentence correctly. “Snow while you were asleep this morning, James was here… and I think he went and saw you…… then before you know it he was back in the door way with a bloody hand because he punched the mirror in the bathroom down the hall.”
A small tear rolled down her cheek “He does love you, I can see it… The way he talks about you. His eyes fill with all the love and compassion I see in Phillip, you just need to make that leap of faith and retry. I know we all make mistakes. I mean I made a very big mistake while you were off in Germany…” She looked down shamefully. “I was unfaithful… and it kills me everyday. I can only imagine what Phillip’s going to do when her returns home” She frowned as tears formed in her eyes.
(Source: once-there-was-a-princess, via once-there-was-a-princess)
Comfort from the Real Sleeping Princess
Something was shouting her name. She didn’t know who or what, but it was telling her to wake up. Wake up? she thought. But- then it occurred to her. It’s a dream! Thank God it’s a dream!
She awoke with a start, tears streaming down her cheeks, panting like she had been running. It had been Aurora shouting her name. She had never been so relieved to see someone in her life. “Aurora…” she managed to speak before sobs wracked her small form. She hugged herself, trying to keep at least some of herself together.
Aurora held the young princess close. “Its going to be alright, I promise.” as she lightly rubbed her back trying to comfort her. Aurora wiped hers and Snow’s tears. “Snow it was just a dream. Its okay.” She looked into her eyes
“Snow what was going on in your dream that made you so unkempt.” Aurora frowned “When i woke up and heard you screaming, I was deathly afraid, I didn’t know what to do if someone was hurting you.”
(Source: once-there-was-a-princess, via once-there-was-a-princess)
Comfort from the Real Sleeping Princess
As soon as Snow went back to sleep, the nightmare started all over. She thrashed in her bed, the pillows and blankets falling on the floor, her breath ragged. Beads of sweat made her skin glisten. She screamed as the beast jumped at her in her dreams, but this time, she did not wake up. Instead, she wrestled with it, trying her best to get out from underneath it. This part of the dream had never happened before…and it felt so real…
Aurora heard a scream from snows bedroom and rushed to her aide. Aurora grabbed Phillip’s sword just in case if they were in any real danger. She slowly tip toed to the room and peered, No one was there “Thank goodness.” she sighed from relief, but something was not right. Snow was struggling, Aurora set the sword down and dashed to the bed “Snow! Wake up!” whispering to her. Aurora realized whispering to her wouldn’t work. “Snow! wake up!”
“SNOW WHITE!” She scream “Please Snow wake up! Snow!” Aurora was starting to panic, tears started pouring down her face. “Snow please wake up..”
An Old Friend
Belle raised a brow,
“Don’t most men? Charming before wine, and during, but heaven help you after. A tiger does not change it’s stripes, but Beasts cannot shed their skin, either..”
She shrugged vaguely and smiled dully, without much trace of real amusement. Sweeping from the way she mumured, ”It’s not like I’ve done nothing to him, himself. We’ve had our moments.”She spun on her heel, and beckoned, “Come on- The kitchen’s warmer, and less suspect to gossip.” She shot Angeline a glance, and the servant remained impassive.
Aurora sighed “You are right Belle, tigers definitely can’t change their stripes. But they can at least try. I mean look at James, he’s changed very very much.” She looked to the servant slightly smiled and followed Belle into the kitchen. “Belle, I really do miss you.”
“So now that no one is around, What’s been going on? because I know a lot of us are worried about you. Well at least myself and Snow.
(Source: hesitantbeauty, via a-fair-facade)
Sunday Mornings
Once assured that she was not watching him, James quietly made his way down the hall, quietly opening each door in search of Snow. Finally, he pushed open a door and found her sleeping form. A lump formed in his throat as he watched her chest rise and fall in a familiar rhythm he missed so much. Crossing one arm over his chest, he let his right hand rest on his wrist while he bit down on his thumb.
While his eyes stung with tears, he closed the door, making his way down the bathroom before he kicked the door shut, locking it. James hovered over the sink, his hands bracing his weight on either edge. After what seemed like hours, he looked up at the mirror and without thinking, he punched it.
Glass showered the floor and left bits imbedded in his hand. He didn’t bother to pull them out, instead, he let himself sink to the floor, tears streaming down his face. He done this. He hadn’t been there when she needed him. He was such a horrible person. Every ounce of pain he felt at that moment he deserved. Snow–his Snow–didn’t deserve someone as lowly as him.
That was that, then. He wasn’t going to come back here after the cape was done. He wouldn’t cause Snow White any more pain. Clearing his throat, the prince stood and stormed out of the bathroom, despite his bleeding hand. He waltzed back into Aurora’s studio and said, “I’ll pay when I get my cloak. And I’ll sent a servant with the amount for the mirror.”
With that, he was gone.
Aurora was sitting quietly until she heard a loud crash “Oh no this can’t be good.” She stood up James was in the doorway and said his goodbyes. Her eyes filled with concern and tried to run after James. By the time she could have chance to catch up the front door already shut. She huffed and walked back upstairs and into the bath room. It was a mess, blood all over the sink. “I only wish I could help him” a small tear swept down her cheek, she brushed it away as quickly as possible. Aurora tip toed to Snow’s room and peered in. She sighed in relief Snow was still sleeping peacefully. “Thank goodness.” she whispered to herself.
(Source: hesitantbeauty, via keepyourpantson-princey)
Sunday Mornings
“I see.” he frowned, glancing toward the door. “Do you happen to have a bathroom I might use?” he asked. “My apologies, it is a rude question but when nature calls…” he shrugged, smiling at her.
She opened the door. “Its down the hall and to the right.” Aurora was deathly afraid of what was going to happen in these next few minutes. “Its alright, its natural right?” Aurora went and sat down waiting for James’ return.
(Source: hesitantbeauty, via keepyourpantson-princey)
Sunday Mornings
He shook his head. “No, nothing at all. You just look different today, that’s all. Then again, you were just dancing in the rain…” he frowned slightly. “My sources say that Snow is staying here…” he hummed, leaning forward over the table. “Not that I’m actively looking for her, but I’d rather avoid seeing her at the moment. Is she around?”
He tried to look as nonchalant as possible and likely succeeded in doing so. Though, he desperately wanted to see his Snow. He missed her terribly.
“Oh uh yeah, I suppose that’s it.” She awkwardly scratched the back of her head. “She is here. but I don’t know if she’s awake. I woke up in the middle of the night last night, I could hear her crying.” She frowned. “She probably had a nightmare, seems like no matter when were awake or asleep it always seems to be some big nightmare anyway.” She looked toward the door and hoped Snow didn’t wake up and hear James.
(Source: hesitantbeauty, via keepyourpantson-princey)
