Regrets [Active]
Character(s): Beast and Cogsworth (maybe other servants if they want?)
Content: Beast leaves
Setting: Beast's apartment
Time: mid-day
Warnings: ...Beast is in the log, take a guess.
Only once had Beast ever felt so alone in all this time since he had first met Belle. Yet, as his tortured dreams turned worse and worse night after night, he felt his grip on his temper slipping. Each morning, he would wake with less patience, would become more frustrated with the restless sleep, and would have a harder time keeping himself from yet again destroying everything surrounding him.
What if...he lost control? He....he couldn't bear to hurt any one of them...much less Belle. If he were in his castle, he could just lock them all away in the dungeon, where he couldn't get to them, but here...there was only this tiny space. There was no way he could anything like that with his servants, and even if he could...he wouldn't have wanted to. And then...what of Belle? It would...be best for him...just...to leave. If he wasn't there, he wouldn't be able to hurt any of them, no matter how angry he became.
Beast's massive paw rested on the rose's glass case, its sparkling reflecting in his eyes. A rumble came from his chest, soft, deep, and pained, as he sighed and let his paw fall.
Content: Beast leaves
Setting: Beast's apartment
Time: mid-day
Warnings: ...Beast is in the log, take a guess.
Only once had Beast ever felt so alone in all this time since he had first met Belle. Yet, as his tortured dreams turned worse and worse night after night, he felt his grip on his temper slipping. Each morning, he would wake with less patience, would become more frustrated with the restless sleep, and would have a harder time keeping himself from yet again destroying everything surrounding him.
What if...he lost control? He....he couldn't bear to hurt any one of them...much less Belle. If he were in his castle, he could just lock them all away in the dungeon, where he couldn't get to them, but here...there was only this tiny space. There was no way he could anything like that with his servants, and even if he could...he wouldn't have wanted to. And then...what of Belle? It would...be best for him...just...to leave. If he wasn't there, he wouldn't be able to hurt any of them, no matter how angry he became.
Beast's massive paw rested on the rose's glass case, its sparkling reflecting in his eyes. A rumble came from his chest, soft, deep, and pained, as he sighed and let his paw fall.