Beauty lay curled against A.J.'s side in the darkness of her room, just at the edge of sleep. Saying goodbye had been both harder and easier than she'd expected, and even if she didn't know what the world had in store for her, at least she would be taking some wonderful memories with her ( Read more... )

When Beauty had proposed her 'camping' idea to A.J., she'd done it with the idea that despite the winter temperatures, the hay loft would be cozy enough to sleep comfortably. Especially snuggled together, which -- although it would take a lot of coaxing to get her to admit it -- had essentially been the entire point ( Read more... )

Beauty felt awful, although not as awful as she'd handwavily felt over the weekend. She was certain, however, that she had the best friend-who-is-a-boy in the world. The soup and attention from A.J. had been wonderful, and today she finally felt at least like walking as far as the common room to make herself a cup of tea, and then bringing it back ( Read more... )

After her first period class, Beauty headed back to the dorms and settled in to wait for A.J ( Read more... )

The dreams had become more and more frequent over the past few weeks, until she was having them every night, and the memory of them interfered with her schoolwork. She'd even begun to avoid A.J., fearful of telling him what she'd begun to believe the dreams meant ( Read more... )

Beauty's half of the room was clean and neat, without even any clothes stuffed under the bed (which was a somewhat unusual occurance). She wasn't sure when A.J. would be coming by, so in the meantime she was curled up on her bed with her Christmas gift.

Adah had been moddedly kind enough not to give too much of an annoyed look when Beauty had ( Read more... )

There was a huge pile of clothes on Beauty's bed. Every single item of clothing she owned, in fact. Well, every single item except what she was wearing. Which had changed half a dozen times in the past hour.

"What has gotten into you?" she muttered under her breath. "You never used to care about clothes. He isn't going to care what you're wearing ( Read more... )

Beauty's half of the room was neat and spotless after a whirlwind cleaning following her morning class. Adah had been handwavily warned of the impending visitor -- which Beauty felt kind of bad about, but she couldn't think of any better place to meet with A.J., since straw and nail polish really didn't mix ( Read more... )

There had been another dream. It had started out nicely, all about a beach and horseback riding and had borne a striking resemblence to an actual evening Beauty had recently enjoyed ( Read more... )

Beauty hadn't given A.J. a chance to rethink his offer to go riding with her this evening. Instead, she'd nearly dragged him through the dorms -- making a very brief stop at her room to grab her boots -- and off to the stables. Greatheart had picked up on some of her excitement, and it had taken a few minutes to get him to settle down, so Beauty ( Read more... )