- LISTENWELLALLOFYOU said: Even when its winter its hot. Is this contry hell or something?
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FLYING TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN; a philip hubert fanmix
i. icarus – bastille | ii. i will always return – bryan adams | iii. heavens falling – mark owen | iv. highway of fallen kings — civil twilight | v. little lion man – mumford and sons | vi. you cant take me – bryan adams | vii. sing – my chemical romance | viii. youth – daughter | ix. my skin – natalie merchant | x. mad world – gary jules | xi. human - civil twilight | xii. all the world – correatown
"Is it such a horrible crime to be curious in these conturbated days?" Maleficent asked. Her tone was light so she didn’t seem to be taking this question as an offence or something to be aware of. Deeply inside she knew it would matter for soon the noble prince would be doomed.
The dark fairy tapped one finger on her chin, in thought, as Philip mentioned a child. That was just the opportunity she was waiting for. “Hum….. I may have seen a young soul wondering into the deeps of the forest. She headed towards the forbidden mountains, if you hurry you can reach her before she find something dark.” She warned. The gears of her brain were working at full potential. Maleficent could shape the forest as she wished and with that lead him exactly where she wanted.
"Not at all… Curiosity is… Good." Pure awe and fascination etched into his big innocent eyes, lit with excitement and radiated from an innocent smile. Even though others might, he did not suspect a thing, why would he? He knew nothing of the world, his soul had yet to be tainted.
"You did?" Eeyes fluttered open wide in utter astonishment, worry colored his marble features at the thought of a little girl alone, lost in the middle of the dreadful places. "The… forbidden mountains, you say?" And his father had warned him thousands of times; go to all places, do whatever you must, but do not approach that one. But what was one more rule broken, after all? It was not as if he was excited about stepping into a ground that could swallow him whole within seconds, but desperate times required desperate measures. “Then… I must go. Before anything happens,” Though Samson remained agitated and hostile, Philip pulled the horse’s rain, to mount him, but turned around once more before strutting away into the inky blackness. “Are you sure you’ll be alright here, alone?”