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Belle studies. She really doesn't get as lonely as Beast - and maybe he and Chelise can fall in love if she stays out of their way, and then the curse will break and Belle can ransack the library and go home, that would be fine. She works.
beheld_beauty
"Strange. I'm not hungry."
The tray skitters back into view. It has some pills and some tea (with a straw, so Bell will be able to drink lying down).
The tray skitters back into view. It has some pills and some tea (with a straw, so Bell will be able to drink lying down).
beheld_beauty
Belle gulps them down, and then promptly falls asleep.
After two hours of fitful, wincing sleep with occasional muttered words - that last feature not having been present when she was knocked out - she opens her eyes again. She looks like she's in less pain, although her arm is still clearly broken and the swelling in her knee has gone down only a little.
After two hours of fitful, wincing sleep with occasional muttered words - that last feature not having been present when she was knocked out - she opens her eyes again. She looks like she's in less pain, although her arm is still clearly broken and the swelling in her knee has gone down only a little.
beheld_beauty
"If you're very, very careful with me I think you could take me to the library. I don't know about putting me in a chair, but I could lie near where the books are and you could hand them to me?"
beheld_beauty
She lets his paw go so he'll have both free to lift her. "Careful of the knee," she murmurs, picking up her broken arm carefully and resting it on her stomach.
beheld_beauty
She sucks in a sharp breath and tenses but doesn't otherwise critique the positioning.
deslandes
He's pretty good about keeping her steady as he carries her to the library, but he's not perfect.
beheld_beauty
She squeaks tiny squeaks when jostled, and cannot repress a high whine when he sets her down, but she issues no verbal complaint.
"My index is in my notebook," she murmurs.
"My index is in my notebook," she murmurs.
beheld_beauty
She maneuvers it one handed - checking what page she's on, putting it down, turning pages, and picking it up again - till she gets where she needs to be. "There's a blue book with gold braid on the cover. That one," she says after a few minutes of this.
beheld_beauty
She maneuvers through this book in a similarly painstaking way.
Finally she says, "I found a general healing spell. It should work. ...It's going to hurt you worse than me. And you won't fall unconscious either."
Finally she says, "I found a general healing spell. It should work. ...It's going to hurt you worse than me. And you won't fall unconscious either."
beheld_beauty
"Mm."
She reads over the spell. She's still a little fuzzy-headed, but the medicine the kitchen coughed up helped; she thinks she can cast this.
"Okay. Ready?" she asks.
She reads over the spell. She's still a little fuzzy-headed, but the medicine the kitchen coughed up helped; she thinks she can cast this.
"Okay. Ready?" she asks.
beheld_beauty
She rereads the spell -
"This might actually be easier if I powered it with your emotions instead of mine," she observes. "Assuming you have emotions about healing me."
"This might actually be easier if I powered it with your emotions instead of mine," she observes. "Assuming you have emotions about healing me."
beheld_beauty
"Mm." She seems to be saying this instead of nodding.
She falls into her mindscape, and finds his, and pulls his Heart through the shape of the spell through his channel.
She falls into her mindscape, and finds his, and pulls his Heart through the shape of the spell through his channel.
deslandes
He has a lot of emotions about healing her. The spell has no lack of power to draw on.
And he whimpers when it hurts him, but he loves that it hurts him.
And he whimpers when it hurts him, but he loves that it hurts him.
beheld_beauty
Belle twists under the effects of the spell. It doesn't really tickle on her end, when the bones set themselves and her knee rearranges its soft tissues and her head forcibly corrects its swelling. But at the end of it, she slowly sits up.
"You're okay?" she murmurs.
"You're okay?" she murmurs.
