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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.
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beheld_beauty
"All right. It's not complicated. I can do it right now."
She makes sure she has the steps memorized, and falls into her rosevine-sphere, and casts.
It's powered by Will, which she sends through his mindscape as usual, and then she directs the flow of refined energy until her rosevines are sprouting new tendrils and reaching for his castle-mindscape, growing into it, wrapping around it -
And the castle snaps into legibility.
She makes sure she has the steps memorized, and falls into her rosevine-sphere, and casts.
It's powered by Will, which she sends through his mindscape as usual, and then she directs the flow of refined energy until her rosevines are sprouting new tendrils and reaching for his castle-mindscape, growing into it, wrapping around it -
And the castle snaps into legibility.
deslandes
He loves her.
The spell hurts him, and he loves that, too.
All the scratches from the rosebushes hurt, but not as much as the spell, and not as nicely.
He loves her.
He is still so, so terribly sad over Chelise, and he understands exactly why she killed herself - he knows what it's like to hurt that much, even though he hasn't ever felt that way for the same reasons.
Belle's lap is a very comfortable place to rest his head.
He loves her.
The spell hurts him, and he loves that, too.
All the scratches from the rosebushes hurt, but not as much as the spell, and not as nicely.
He loves her.
He is still so, so terribly sad over Chelise, and he understands exactly why she killed herself - he knows what it's like to hurt that much, even though he hasn't ever felt that way for the same reasons.
Belle's lap is a very comfortable place to rest his head.
He loves her.
beheld_beauty
"I can see that."
It's not exactly seeing. Or rather, the best metaphor for the sense-impressions that carry the information is sight - but it feels like touching regardless. It feels like she's reaching out her hand and combing it through his thoughts the way her hands are combing through his mane.
"It's beautiful."
It's not exactly seeing. Or rather, the best metaphor for the sense-impressions that carry the information is sight - but it feels like touching regardless. It feels like she's reaching out her hand and combing it through his thoughts the way her hands are combing through his mane.
"It's beautiful."
beheld_beauty
Unlike the meditative lapse into mindscape she needs to do to cast spells, reading his mind once the connection is established can coexist with using her body; she can open her eyes with no consequences beyond double vision (triple, where the doubled Beast is located) and move her hands through his mane in slow thoughtful strokes.
She goes on looking. She's enthralled.
...And it's definitely helping.
She goes on looking. She's enthralled.
...And it's definitely helping.
deslandes
He keeps right on purring. He can feel her reading his mind, and her hands in his mane and the spell-pain still shivering its way through his body, and it's all just lovely.
beheld_beauty
Lovely indeed.
She peers down at his face, the both of it -
The one of it.
Her hands are in much shallower hair, now, and she can smell roses -
She peers down at his face, the both of it -
The one of it.
Her hands are in much shallower hair, now, and she can smell roses -
deslandes
He can feel it. It's his own body changing, all at once, shrinking down from a furred hulking Beast to merely a man.
He shivers.
And then he flings his arms around Belle and hugs her as hard as he can.
He shivers.
And then he flings his arms around Belle and hugs her as hard as he can.
beheld_beauty
She hugs him back tight.
"I love you," she murmurs, though of course he already knows it.
"I love you," she murmurs, though of course he already knows it.
deslandes
"I love you too," he exclaims, burying his face against her stomach and nuzzling her affectionately.
deslandes
"I love yooooooou," he croons. "You're my favourite person. Let's get married. Let's take all the magic books and walk across the country because we can. Let's go tell your father you didn't die in the forest. Let's go see if breaking the curse means you don't have a bed anymore, because if you do I want to kiss you in it."
beheld_beauty
"All of those things," laughs Belle. "Not in that order. Reverse order." And she pulls him to his feet and leads him through the significantly less alive castle to check the status of the furniture.
deslandes
All of the things that were in the castle still are. Torches, lanterns, books, furniture, Belle's current array of clothing...
...and her bed.
In which Beast happily kisses her.
...and her bed.
In which Beast happily kisses her.
beheld_beauty
Belle has never been kissed before.
She decides she approves.
She decides she approves.
beheld_beauty
She's still reading his mind. So she knows!
She also knows that it's probably worth remarking aloud, "Nothing beyond this till we are married, you should know."
She also knows that it's probably worth remarking aloud, "Nothing beyond this till we are married, you should know."
deslandes
"Awww," he giggles, and wraps his arms around her and presses his face into her shoulder. Mmmmmmmmmmsnuggly.
deslandes
That is good, because he would be genuinely upset if he couldn't touch her anymore. The exact details of the touching are secondary.
beheld_beauty
"You're so tactile," Belle murmurs. "I was half-worried that after going around in fur for a century being without would be like losing a layer of skin." Pause. "Maybe it is and you just like it anyway."