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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
"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.
deslandes
He wraps his arms around her and nuzzles the side of her neck, still shivering a little with the aftershocks of the spell.
beheld_beauty
...He's making interesting faces, in his human aspect.
She snuggles up. "What about Chelise?" she murmurs.
She snuggles up. "What about Chelise?" she murmurs.
beheld_beauty
"...But how can we be sure if she did push me? I could have fallen. I do fall often enough."
deslandes
"I don't know if she pushed you," he says slowly, "but I do know that she wanted you to be dead."
beheld_beauty
"...Surely she didn't say that. Even if it's true it would be a stupid thing to tell you; how do you know?"
deslandes
"She kept asking if you were," he says, "and she—the way she stood, the way she spoke, the way she looked at you—she didn't want me to know it, but that's how she felt."
beheld_beauty
"I'm... not sure what to do with that. I don't think anyone has wished me dead before."