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[loves_abeast]

I love you, Belle. You made me stronger.

Having those as his last words should have made it hurt less. Knowing that he had done the right thing--the brave thing--in great part because of her love should have made it easier to accept his sacrifice

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[faramir_hurin]

I do not know the young lady I see, though it is obvious that she is upset. It is a very short war with myself that ends as I knew it would before I speak.

"My lady, is there anything I can do to help?"

[loves_abeast]

It's been a rather long time since Belle's been called my lady by anyone, but the turn of phrase still makes her think of home, wondering if perhaps she's not the only one, if something went wrong with Regina's spell and some of them got scattered. It wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility, really.

She sniffs quietly, licking her lip before clearing her throat to speak.

"I don't suppose there is, unless you know dark magic," her laugh is bitter, especially for her. "But...it would be good to know where we are."

[faramir_hurin]

"Oh, I do not know how to do magic at all." Long Sight does not count.

"As to where we are, it is a village called Haurvatat. From your question I might guess that you have just arrived." Is that why she is upset?

"My name is Faramir and I arrived in the village from my own home of Gondor some time ago."

[loves_abeast]

Gondor. That's something Belle might recognize from her hours organizing the library, if she had the mind to think of it right now. But for the moment, she just knows he's not from home.

"Nor do I," she said softly, wanting to put off any worries she might be a sorceress herself. She worried at her lip again,

"Yes, I...I was in Storybrooke, and then I...wasn't." It was almost as unsettling as waking up from the Dark Curse. At least this time, she knew who she was.

"Who brought us here?"

[parisprincetroy]

Paris was on his way back from lunch when he noticed Belle. His eyes widened in disbelief and a smile crossed his face as he approached her, "Belle? You're back." He greeted her warmly. "I've really missed you. Are you alright?" Paris asked with concern when he noticed her dismay.

[loves_abeast]

Belle turned from trying to figure out her surroundings at the sound of her name. Her brow furrowed, the pain almost completely fading in favor of confusion. She didn't recognize the face at all, not even as one of Lacey's many 'companions'. Of course, given how much of her memory was clouded in a magical fog, she supposed she shouldn't be surprised by not recognizing someone who apparently knew her.

"I...I'm sorry, do I know you?" the words were out before she could stop them, before she remembered saying them to him before the curse broke.

[parisprincetroy]

Paris felt disappointed that the beauty did not remember him. "You did...we ah...we dated for a bit, but more importantly we were friends." He replied softly. "I heard that when you leave the village that your take your memories of time spent here with you...perhaps that is not true or perhaps when one returns they forget the friendships forged and the people they once knew." It truly saddened Paris to discover this fact.

"I'm Paris of Troy." Paris said by way of introduction.

[loves_abeast]

Belle's brows shot up when he said they'd dated. Of course that...title held some significance, she supposed you didn't have to be that well read to know it. Which made it all the stranger to hear that she might have been...close to him.

"Ah," she managed a short laugh, shaking her head. "Well, I ah...don't remember ever being here at all, much less...being familiar with you, I'm sorry." She did mean that, because at least if they'd been friends...she knew what it was like to lose the memory of anyone you cared for, had seen on her loved ones faces how they felt when she'd lost herself back home. She'd never wish that on anyone.

"I...do hope the circumstances of our meeting the first time were at least a bit more pleasant. I'm afraid I...was dealing with some rather unpleasant things back home." Unpleasant was an understatement, but...if he had cared of her in any capacity, he'd probably be able to see under that; she could never really lie about the things that mattered.