Author's Note: Remember the preview? So here is the first chapter of Seldom What They Seem, my Sleeping Beauty Fanfiction. It was originally named Once Upon a Dream, but I wanted a lebih original name. Enjoy!
Briar Rose laughed as her prince spun her around. Then he playfully pulled her to the ground. She fell atop him, her hands in his broad chest. Her laughter died as her thoughts became Lost in those handsome features. A strong chin, a long neck and a defined body.
His hair was a honeyed brown, but his eyes were a Chocolate brown. But the best thing were the lips. They looked so.. kissable.
"I Cinta you,"she whispered.
He ran a gentle hand over the side of her face, framed sejak a mane of long golden curls.
"I Cinta anda too, my sweet princess," he told her, their eyes, brown and violet, locked in each other's.
Briar Rose's cheeks flushed a shade of pink. She wasn't a princess, she had told him that many times, but he insisted in calling her that.
"You're far lebih gentle, kind and intelligent than any princess I've ever met," he would always tell her, cupping her face. "And far lebih beautiful, too."
Entranced sejak each other, the two Kekasih leaned forward, their needy lips barely brushing. Their eyes fluttered until their eyes were closed, and their hearts beat so loudly they could hear each other's heartbeat.
Then...
Briar Rose's violet irises shot open. Astonished, she took in her surroundings: a wooden ceiling, some fairytale buku lined in a shelf and a blue blanket covering her from waist-down.
Rose groaned, turning in her bed. It had been only a dream. Always only a dream. But it seemed so real, and they were so close...
Sighing melancholic, Rose sat up in the bed, throwing the blanket away. There is no use in crying over perpecahan, berpecah milk, Aunt Flora would always say. And after all, she thought with a smug smile, today is my birthday.
Singing the tune of the melody of her dreams, she twirled to the door. A quick glance at the vanity reminded her how she was dressed: her golden hair was woven in a braid over her right shoulder, and her petite frame easily fit in the green nightgown with lace trimming she was wearing.
She walked down the stairs with grace, and as soon as her bare feet touched the wooden floor, her senses were captivated sejak a delicious smell.
Rose looked at the kitchen's side of the lower floor. Aunt Flora and Aunt Fauna were setting the meja, jadual with cutlery. Aunt Merryweather, perched in a stoll, mixed a great pot of something with a wooden spoon.
"Good morning, my three dears," Rose greeted them merrily.
The three women looked up from their work and greeted her unenthusiastically, something not usual of them.
Ah, playing the old game of pretending they forgot my birthday, are we?, thought Rose, smirking.
"And what is my Aunt Merryweather cooking that is smelling so delicous?" she asked, walking over to Merryweather.
"Porridge," replied the shortest of the aunts. She then served four bowls of porridge, one for each of them.
Rose chatted happily with her aunts, like they did every morning. They talked about the flowers, the animals, that time Rose took care of a bird with a broken wing and made plans of having a picnic in the woods that Saturday.
When the meal was over, her aunts occupied themselves in washing the dishes, while Rose went upstairs. Singing to herself, she undid her braid and shook her flowing curls. Twirling to one side of the room, she slipped out of her nightgown and choose a outfit out of the chest where she kept her clothes.
The one she choose was one of simple style and neutral colors. It had a grey bahagian, atas with sleeves that reached her elbows and a darker grey, pleated skirt that reached her mid-calf. She wore her saat pair of petticoats along with it, and then laced a black corset tightly over the top. The last thing she did was choose a black headband to keep her hair back.
"Now I have to do my chores", she thought, neither annoyed atau excited sejak the thought. She knew it was something she had to do, atau Aunt Flora would be upset with her. The last thing Rose desired was to make her aunts sad. She did everything she could to please them.
"But one hari I'll have to go", she thought sadly. "I have the right to live my own life."
While she thought, she worked, making up her katil and dusting the room.
"But Rose," berkata a tiny voice in her head, "you can't leave your poor old aunts after everything they did for you!"
"I know they mean well," she argued, "but they are too overprotective sometimes. I can't meet anyone. This life is becoming boring."
"You are being a selfish ingrate!" Cried the voice.
"No, I'm not", she contested, her detemination slipping with every word the voice said.
"But what if they become ill, atau a stranger sneak into the cottage and..."
"Stop!" Rose cried. The tiny voice in her head was silenced at once and in the room only stood a panting Briar Rose, her chest heaving within the corset and a wiping rag clutched in her hand. Seating in the bed, Rose held her aching head. She would never be able to leave her aunts. She worried too much about them.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Author's Note: So what do anda guys think? Is Aurora In Character? She is such a hard, complex character to write! And I'm afraid that dream scene at the beginning is too ridiculous...
Briar Rose laughed as her prince spun her around. Then he playfully pulled her to the ground. She fell atop him, her hands in his broad chest. Her laughter died as her thoughts became Lost in those handsome features. A strong chin, a long neck and a defined body.
His hair was a honeyed brown, but his eyes were a Chocolate brown. But the best thing were the lips. They looked so.. kissable.
"I Cinta you,"she whispered.
He ran a gentle hand over the side of her face, framed sejak a mane of long golden curls.
"I Cinta anda too, my sweet princess," he told her, their eyes, brown and violet, locked in each other's.
Briar Rose's cheeks flushed a shade of pink. She wasn't a princess, she had told him that many times, but he insisted in calling her that.
"You're far lebih gentle, kind and intelligent than any princess I've ever met," he would always tell her, cupping her face. "And far lebih beautiful, too."
Entranced sejak each other, the two Kekasih leaned forward, their needy lips barely brushing. Their eyes fluttered until their eyes were closed, and their hearts beat so loudly they could hear each other's heartbeat.
Then...
Briar Rose's violet irises shot open. Astonished, she took in her surroundings: a wooden ceiling, some fairytale buku lined in a shelf and a blue blanket covering her from waist-down.
Rose groaned, turning in her bed. It had been only a dream. Always only a dream. But it seemed so real, and they were so close...
Sighing melancholic, Rose sat up in the bed, throwing the blanket away. There is no use in crying over perpecahan, berpecah milk, Aunt Flora would always say. And after all, she thought with a smug smile, today is my birthday.
Singing the tune of the melody of her dreams, she twirled to the door. A quick glance at the vanity reminded her how she was dressed: her golden hair was woven in a braid over her right shoulder, and her petite frame easily fit in the green nightgown with lace trimming she was wearing.
She walked down the stairs with grace, and as soon as her bare feet touched the wooden floor, her senses were captivated sejak a delicious smell.
Rose looked at the kitchen's side of the lower floor. Aunt Flora and Aunt Fauna were setting the meja, jadual with cutlery. Aunt Merryweather, perched in a stoll, mixed a great pot of something with a wooden spoon.
"Good morning, my three dears," Rose greeted them merrily.
The three women looked up from their work and greeted her unenthusiastically, something not usual of them.
Ah, playing the old game of pretending they forgot my birthday, are we?, thought Rose, smirking.
"And what is my Aunt Merryweather cooking that is smelling so delicous?" she asked, walking over to Merryweather.
"Porridge," replied the shortest of the aunts. She then served four bowls of porridge, one for each of them.
Rose chatted happily with her aunts, like they did every morning. They talked about the flowers, the animals, that time Rose took care of a bird with a broken wing and made plans of having a picnic in the woods that Saturday.
When the meal was over, her aunts occupied themselves in washing the dishes, while Rose went upstairs. Singing to herself, she undid her braid and shook her flowing curls. Twirling to one side of the room, she slipped out of her nightgown and choose a outfit out of the chest where she kept her clothes.
The one she choose was one of simple style and neutral colors. It had a grey bahagian, atas with sleeves that reached her elbows and a darker grey, pleated skirt that reached her mid-calf. She wore her saat pair of petticoats along with it, and then laced a black corset tightly over the top. The last thing she did was choose a black headband to keep her hair back.
"Now I have to do my chores", she thought, neither annoyed atau excited sejak the thought. She knew it was something she had to do, atau Aunt Flora would be upset with her. The last thing Rose desired was to make her aunts sad. She did everything she could to please them.
"But one hari I'll have to go", she thought sadly. "I have the right to live my own life."
While she thought, she worked, making up her katil and dusting the room.
"But Rose," berkata a tiny voice in her head, "you can't leave your poor old aunts after everything they did for you!"
"I know they mean well," she argued, "but they are too overprotective sometimes. I can't meet anyone. This life is becoming boring."
"You are being a selfish ingrate!" Cried the voice.
"No, I'm not", she contested, her detemination slipping with every word the voice said.
"But what if they become ill, atau a stranger sneak into the cottage and..."
"Stop!" Rose cried. The tiny voice in her head was silenced at once and in the room only stood a panting Briar Rose, her chest heaving within the corset and a wiping rag clutched in her hand. Seating in the bed, Rose held her aching head. She would never be able to leave her aunts. She worried too much about them.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Author's Note: So what do anda guys think? Is Aurora In Character? She is such a hard, complex character to write! And I'm afraid that dream scene at the beginning is too ridiculous...
