[Way too many things had been weighing on Belle's mind for the last couple of weeks. But this morning she had rolled out of bed determined to enjoy herself. All she needed, she thought, was a little change. Change was good. She had been stuck in a rut for so long - it was definitely time to get out of it. The first step was to get out of her room. ( Read more... )

[Belle was done moping. Heard that? Done. She had given herself time to hurt. That time was over. She was finally out of her room. She was even wearing one of her nicer dresses - one made of dark pink velvet. She is up in a tree in the botanical gardens, with her most adventure-filled book in hand. Belle seemed to find herself drawn to climbing ( Read more... )

[Valentine's Day hadn't ended too well for Belle. For one thing, she was still most definitely not over it. For another, he'd left shortly after. She just couldn't understand it - one second he tells her he loves her and the next he's gone. She didn't know whether to cry or get angry or -- or ( Read more... )

[Belle is the sort of person who just can't stay indoors for too long. Even if it's snowing. So, donning her crimson cloak and her warmest dress, she ventures outside with a good book. Had it not been for the Mist, she would have wandered around aimlessly, looking for adventure. She did so want something exciting to happen, but she was also ( Read more... )

[Belle is still worried. Sure, the Mist was gone, and it wasn't too close to France, but she's still worried. She hasn't seen the Beast for a while, and she's sure that she had done or said something wrong to him last time they had seen each other. Then again, it might have been the Mist affecting him ( Read more... )

[That image. All that darkness. It was everywhere - Berk, Port Royal and even -- even France.]

[Belle's hands fly to her mouth and she gasps, her voice breaking a little. The one person who loved her unconditionally lived in France. The one person.]

Oh, no.

[One thing you probably didn't know about Belle is that she loves Christmas. Her father was not religious and neither was she, but there was just something about it that lifted her spirits ( Read more... )

[ After her run-in with Mozenrath, Belle pretty much dragged herself to the common room. She seems to be all right, but she is a little shaken. Actually, more than a little shaken. She is still in a little pain, so she is currently curled up on a couch -- but for once, she isn't reading. She's just lying there, thinking ( Read more... )

[If you really think about it, Belle hasn't shown her face for a while. She's mostly kept to herself. Why? Well, for one thing, she can't stop worrying about her upcoming trip to France with Ariel and Eric. For another, she was busy trying to get the stench of rotting moose out of her room. She's sitting in the botanical gardens, making something. ( Read more... )

[Belle is having a crisis. There is a dead moose on her bed. She flings the door of her room open and just stands in the doorway. Now what? Should she ask somebody to help her drag it out and get rid of it? Nobody would volunteer, she was sure of that, at least ( Read more... )