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Post by amaranthdestler on May 28, 2012 10:23:10 GMT 10
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Post by witch on May 28, 2012 10:37:49 GMT 10
The rose had already began to wilt, three petals had already fallen and time was running short. The members of the castle already knew this but said little as they washed their masters sorrow filled eyes though now holding a little hope.
He had scared her before, hating himself for it, his yelling and lashing out truly showing the moster he knew himself to be. How could he even think that someone as sweet and kind as Belle would ever fall in love with him?
Worried when she had run from the castle he had, as always, picked up his magic mirror asking to see her. He had seen the wolves and gone after her, saving her before.... she in return had saved him.
Now, now he looked down at the girl who gave him hope, praying that she would never leave again.
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Post by amaranthdestler on May 28, 2012 10:49:42 GMT 10
Adam looked down into the yard where Belle was playing with what was once his dog. She was his only hope left. He wanted to go down, to see her and speak with her, but he was afraid she wouldn't want him to interrupt her fun. She was probably still mad at him from the night before.
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Post by witch on May 28, 2012 10:54:09 GMT 10
Upon being back at the castle Belle couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead. On one hand she wanted nothing more then to be free and back home on the other.... on the other she wanted to stay, figure out the riddle that was the beast as she felt his eyes washing her though she dared not look up.
With her horse by her side she had a little piece of hope and with the beasts dog.... footstoll jumping into her arms she couldn't help but laugh.
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Post by amaranthdestler on May 28, 2012 10:58:14 GMT 10
That laugh, it made his heart sing. He wanted it to never end, but didn't know how to make it continue. He turned to his three most trusted servants, Cogsworth, Mrs. Potts, and Lumiere.
"I want to make her happy; what does she like?" He asked them, knowing that if anyone in his household knew, they would.
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Post by witch on May 28, 2012 11:11:50 GMT 10
"Well....all girls like chocolate and flowers" Cogsworth started.
"No no," Lumiere voiced. "It has to be something that captures her soul."
"Well... she does always seem to be reading" Mrs. Potts spoke up.
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Post by amaranthdestler on May 28, 2012 11:13:56 GMT 10
"The library!" Adam exclaimed. "Go! Make sure everything is ready! I want the whole place dusted and a fire built in the fireplace!" He said, looking back at her in the snow covered garden. Maybe, if she had the entire library, all hers, she would want to stay.
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Post by witch on May 28, 2012 11:22:18 GMT 10
"Oh yes sir, right away sir" Cogsworth stated calling his team to order. "Well come on, lets get to it"
Belle meanwhile couldn't help but peek out from under her long lashes seeing the face of the Beast and sighing. When she had gone into his chambers she had seen a painting on the wall. In part it seemed like she knew this man, his blue eyes looking out at her.
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Post by amaranthdestler on May 28, 2012 11:24:34 GMT 10
He turned and looked down at her again, and thought she had been looking at him, but he couldn't tell. Slowly he went down the stairs to meet her in the yard, bring a bag of birdseed with him. Slowly he held it out to her.
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Post by witch on May 28, 2012 11:33:52 GMT 10
"Thank you" she said softly taking a little out and laying it on the ground seeing a few small birds come down to eat it making her smile to herself. "Here, we don't you try feeding some? Open your hands..."
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Post by amaranthdestler on May 28, 2012 11:42:13 GMT 10
He looked at her a little shocked but opened his hands as she pored some of the birdseed into his hands. Not sure what to do, he waited for instruction from her.
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Post by witch on May 28, 2012 11:47:44 GMT 10
"Hold them out above the ground and wait." she told him looking at him as she moved his hands... paws forward. She took a tiny amount of the seed from his hands and places it on the ground waiting as a small bird hoped along the trail and finally into his hands making her smile.
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Post by amaranthdestler on May 28, 2012 11:54:22 GMT 10
He did as she said, and held very still and before he knew it, all the birds were landing on his hands, arms, and even his head. He let them sit there, and then gently shook, sending them all flying.
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Post by witch on May 28, 2012 11:56:28 GMT 10
She smiled laughing a little before steeping away seeing a few more birds that hadn't been quite sure.
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Post by amaranthdestler on May 28, 2012 19:35:17 GMT 10
He watched her, smiling. She had laughed. He had made her laugh. He wanted to do that again; to make her laugh like that. Slowly, he walked closer to her, holding out birdseed for the few birds she was with.
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