[ The beach calls to Maleficent too — someplace that stands apart from the sharp golden angles of the city, away from its manmade sleekness and perfection. As much as she can appreciate a grandiose appearance (she certainly knows how to make one of her own, with all the leather and whatnot), for her such things are a mask, a protection. When she removes her leather headpiece and lets her long hair free, lets herself look like a fae creature, she feels a breath of relief as she steps towards the waves and breathes in the salt of it.
She'd passed the strange arrangement once already, the spread of ancient things: cloth, spices, the skull of some unknown entity. Maleficent did not care at all for what feelings it stirred in her; she'd made her way past it without closer examination. Yet now, as she's heading back up the beach, she sees a young woman sat before it.
The dark fairy pauses, her red mouth tightening. It is not her business to interfere with; the girl has made her own decision, and yet.... she seems to be human. Perhaps not strong enough to resist the skull's call, or perhaps willing to and not knowing what dangers that ancient magics could hold.
Maleficent draws closer, a tall and sweeping figure, horned and winged, the features of her inhumanly sharp. The girl says something — 'Madi would've loved it here' — and the older woman stares, hesitant, before she speaks in her cool voice. ]
It is not wise to share yourself with it. [ The skull, she means, her hard eyes gazing down to stare at its empty sockets. ]
III. Lost Carcosa.
She'd passed the strange arrangement once already, the spread of ancient things: cloth, spices, the skull of some unknown entity. Maleficent did not care at all for what feelings it stirred in her; she'd made her way past it without closer examination. Yet now, as she's heading back up the beach, she sees a young woman sat before it.
The dark fairy pauses, her red mouth tightening. It is not her business to interfere with; the girl has made her own decision, and yet.... she seems to be human. Perhaps not strong enough to resist the skull's call, or perhaps willing to and not knowing what dangers that ancient magics could hold.
Maleficent draws closer, a tall and sweeping figure, horned and winged, the features of her inhumanly sharp. The girl says something — 'Madi would've loved it here' — and the older woman stares, hesitant, before she speaks in her cool voice. ]
It is not wise to share yourself with it. [ The skull, she means, her hard eyes gazing down to stare at its empty sockets. ]