Fur, Beauty and the Beast, Beast/Belle, Prompt – furmahaliemJanuary 26 2009, 04:16:45 UTC
Fur
She would never ask Cogsworth. She can't even imagine how she might broach the subject. If she did, would he admit to it or would he simply stare at her as seconds ticked away?
Lumière might tell her the truth, if she was to ask him, but she doesn't dare. What interpretation might he arrive at if she were to ask if his sheets were ever scorched in the morning?
Tentatively, carefully, she brings up the delicate subject to Mrs. Potts. Before she can finish her sentence Mrs. Potts' face heats up. "Let's not dwell on it, my dear," Mrs. Potts says in a high-pitched tone not far off from a whistle. "What's past is past."
What's past is past seems to be the common phrase of every resident of the castle, including her husband.
As she used to read to him, her husband now reads to her, his fingers dexterously turning each fragile page. At dinner, his manners are above reproach as he uses his silverware properly. Afterwards, he takes her hand in his, the skin of his palm and fingers warm and smooth as they heard toward the bedroom.
It is the 'happily ever after' of every book she's ever read.
But at night, when the last candle is blown out and dark descends over the castle, she has her doubts. With her face pressed down into the pillow, she feels his breath, heated and heavy against the nape of her neck. He grunts as he thrusts into her, so impossibly big that she bites her lower lip to keep from crying out. She tells herself that it's only normal teeth that scrape her shoulder as he ruts inside her. It's only the hair on his chest she's feeling as he presses up against her back. Not fur. It can't be fur.
She closes her eyes tightly and tries to block out the sounds he makes - his ragged pants, the growls, the roar at his release.
One day, with a book in hand, she's fetching a snack when she overhears Chip talking to his mother.
"Some nights," Chip says, "I dream I'm back in the cupboard."
Re: Fur, Beauty and the Beast, Beast/Belle, Prompt – furladydeyJanuary 26 2009, 04:33:22 UTC
I think I very much like the idea that enchantment can't just be sloughed off - that there is some residue that remains.
Also you can feel that in some ways Belle is still an outsider, one of the only people in the castle, if not the only person in the castle, who wasn't part of the spell and as such isn't someone that anyone will share all the castle secrets with still.
She would never ask Cogsworth. She can't even imagine how she might broach the subject. If she did, would he admit to it or would he simply stare at her as seconds ticked away?
Lumière might tell her the truth, if she was to ask him, but she doesn't dare. What interpretation might he arrive at if she were to ask if his sheets were ever scorched in the morning?
Tentatively, carefully, she brings up the delicate subject to Mrs. Potts. Before she can finish her sentence Mrs. Potts' face heats up. "Let's not dwell on it, my dear," Mrs. Potts says in a high-pitched tone not far off from a whistle. "What's past is past."
What's past is past seems to be the common phrase of every resident of the castle, including her husband.
As she used to read to him, her husband now reads to her, his fingers dexterously turning each fragile page. At dinner, his manners are above reproach as he uses his silverware properly. Afterwards, he takes her hand in his, the skin of his palm and fingers warm and smooth as they heard toward the bedroom.
It is the 'happily ever after' of every book she's ever read.
But at night, when the last candle is blown out and dark descends over the castle, she has her doubts. With her face pressed down into the pillow, she feels his breath, heated and heavy against the nape of her neck. He grunts as he thrusts into her, so impossibly big that she bites her lower lip to keep from crying out. She tells herself that it's only normal teeth that scrape her shoulder as he ruts inside her. It's only the hair on his chest she's feeling as he presses up against her back. Not fur. It can't be fur.
She closes her eyes tightly and tries to block out the sounds he makes - his ragged pants, the growls, the roar at his release.
One day, with a book in hand, she's fetching a snack when she overhears Chip talking to his mother.
"Some nights," Chip says, "I dream I'm back in the cupboard."
Her book clatters to the floor.
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Also you can feel that in some ways Belle is still an outsider, one of the only people in the castle, if not the only person in the castle, who wasn't part of the spell and as such isn't someone that anyone will share all the castle secrets with still.
Very Neat!
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Exactly! Thank you so much!
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