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challenge: [231] pastiche
title: three dramatic facts
wordcount: 310
notes: i promise i'm not making fun of the challenge, which i love, or belle, who is awesome. i wanted to mimic something hilarious, though, and i have a feeling that belle would be a fan of the worst author ever :)
I really hated him at first…but now I think I would die for him. It would be really selfless and good and stuff.
See, after I got used to the castle - which was gloomy and rainy and dark and grim and lonely and boring, but became way brighter and nicer every time he walked in, with his glimmering, shining, gorgeous, tormented, angst-filled, lapis lazuli (and blue) eyes - and after he started, well, talking to me, I realized that there were three things I knew.
I knew The Beast was a beast. His name was one hint, and so was his fur, and his enchanted servants. The fact that weird, hairy men showed up to try and get him to kill everyone, so they could turn him into two undead monsters, was another good clue. But I mostly figured it out when he told me, sadly and tragically, that he was under a curse and couldn’t love me. That he was, in fact, a beast.
And I knew he was really bad with manners. My best guy friend, Sora (who had brown hair so wild I sometimes could have sworn it was wolf-like,) told me to make sure he didn’t get moody and more beast-like then ordinarily, and to not put him with him yelling at me. That was nice on Sora’s part, but I could usually control the Beast. Usually. Moving on,
I knew that, even though he kidnapped my father and imprisoned me in his castle, even though he sometimes ordered me to leave, sometimes said he could be a monster, and nearly always felt enraged (warnings that sounded like “blah, blah, blah,” to me,) in spite of all of it, I really loved him, and I couldn’t help it, and that was it. I knew my love for him was irrevocable, irreversible, cosmic, eternal, and all sorts of other melodramatic words.
title: three dramatic facts
wordcount: 310
notes: i promise i'm not making fun of the challenge, which i love, or belle, who is awesome. i wanted to mimic something hilarious, though, and i have a feeling that belle would be a fan of the worst author ever :)
I really hated him at first…but now I think I would die for him. It would be really selfless and good and stuff.
See, after I got used to the castle - which was gloomy and rainy and dark and grim and lonely and boring, but became way brighter and nicer every time he walked in, with his glimmering, shining, gorgeous, tormented, angst-filled, lapis lazuli (and blue) eyes - and after he started, well, talking to me, I realized that there were three things I knew.
I knew The Beast was a beast. His name was one hint, and so was his fur, and his enchanted servants. The fact that weird, hairy men showed up to try and get him to kill everyone, so they could turn him into two undead monsters, was another good clue. But I mostly figured it out when he told me, sadly and tragically, that he was under a curse and couldn’t love me. That he was, in fact, a beast.
And I knew he was really bad with manners. My best guy friend, Sora (who had brown hair so wild I sometimes could have sworn it was wolf-like,) told me to make sure he didn’t get moody and more beast-like then ordinarily, and to not put him with him yelling at me. That was nice on Sora’s part, but I could usually control the Beast. Usually. Moving on,
I knew that, even though he kidnapped my father and imprisoned me in his castle, even though he sometimes ordered me to leave, sometimes said he could be a monster, and nearly always felt enraged (warnings that sounded like “blah, blah, blah,” to me,) in spite of all of it, I really loved him, and I couldn’t help it, and that was it. I knew my love for him was irrevocable, irreversible, cosmic, eternal, and all sorts of other melodramatic words.