Having a date with a set of black coffee and cookies in the middle of Sunday was fun-f*****g-tastic for Maleficent, who had recently been plagued by a series of exhausting events that drained her to her wits’ end. Finally, she could take a day off for herself—no red flags involved, and that went without saying.
For someone who once lived at the apex of a buzzing mortal city, she was well used to the constant rumbling of Nimbus clouds around her and the occasional thunderclaps accompanied by flashing streaks of lightning.
Clad in her black lace chemise—sans her usual stockings and eyeliner—Cent allowed herself to fully indulge in the simmering aroma of her black coffee while reading The Holy Grail, a book that would make her father flip if he saw her. Her bare feet curled against the cold
