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A Lonesome Prince [Completed]

Apr 14, 2011 19:05

Character(s): Beast and Lumiere (and Mrs. Potts is welcome too~)
Content: Beast needs some cheering up after Cogsworth's disappearance
Setting: Beast's apartment
Time: Morning
Warnings: OH GOD THE EMO

( A low growl rumbled in Beast's chest. )

beast, completed, week 30, lumiere

Comments 9

burningamour April 16 2011, 05:23:48 UTC

Lumiere peered cautiously into the bedroom, taken aback by the destruction which had occurred within it. He had heard the beast’s rage, the crash of furniture as it collided with the wall, the wail of fabric as it was torn apart, and cries of anguish which escaped the beast. However, he had not the courage to face his master at that time. Not until he had calmed himself. Far be it for Lumiere to put himself in harm’s way. He knew the beast would never do anything to harm him, but when in a mood so foul, anything was possible. After all, it was not only the loss of Cogsworth they mourned, but that of hope. Their dream of being human again was slipping. That was plenty to grieve about.

Slowly the candelabra’s eyes travelled from the floor to the ceiling, mouth agape at the damage that had been caused. Mon Dieu! He had certainly left no piece of the décor untouched, nothing but the rose. It was there his gaze finally settled, watching as yet another petal fell. And though he had not a heart, he could feel something inside him fall. He ( ... )

tolove_inreturn April 16 2011, 05:45:41 UTC

Wordlessly, Beast turned to face Lumiere. A low rumble echoed through the room, but it was far from threatening. More, it was downright pitiful. Even large and imposing as Beast was, for all he appeared now, he was no more frightening than Lumiere. He seemed like a lost child, alone amidst the ruins of the furniture.

At the servant's question, he quickly looked away, the growl this time more dismissive. He did not need the reminder of how little good his self-enforced solitude had done him. Lumiere knew the answers already, and he knew that Beast would not speak them. He would also know precisely what Beast's further silence meant--though often the servant ignored the unspoken command to leave anyway.

burningamour April 19 2011, 04:02:42 UTC

Lumiere saw not a beast, but indeed a child behind such deep blue eyes. Lost, alone, and most undoubtedly troubled. And for the first in the longest of time he could remember, he wished he could hug the prince, comfort him in some form, even if that were only to place his hand atop the boys shoulder. But he could not offer the prince such things. He had far outgrown that; he was no longer a child but a man, a man in need of the right guidance. And as long as the prince needed him, he would never leave his side, for the beast was not the only stubborn one ( ... )

tolove_inreturn April 20 2011, 22:21:03 UTC

It had happened before, more than once. Beast would stay locked in his room, refusing company and food, for days at a time, until finally he would become so ill that he had no choice but to allow his servants to tend to him and nurse him back to health. The memory left a sour taste in his mouth.

He growled again. "What if everything ends up the same? What if I lose you or Mrs. Potts? How is that going to help me?" The questions, while demanding, spoke volumes of how Beast had changed in these long months spent outside his castle. His realization of that showed. He hadn't thought about it until now, but...if he were still in the castle, and something like this had happened, he would still be refusing Lumiere's company. Not only that, but he would be screaming in rage.

"What would you have me do?" he asked more softly.

burningamour May 6 2011, 03:40:12 UTC

Taken aback by Beast’s question, Lumiere looked at him in surprise, blinking several times as he tried to process what he had been asked. It almost sounded as though… he cared about them; his servants. He had never expressed such feelings before nor had he ever truly acknowledged their efforts. At least, not before Paixao it would seem. Lumiere could recall many times which he had prepared the boy his favourite meal when he had felt low, tended to his bumps and bruises with Mrs. Potts and on several occasions rescued him from one of Cogsworth’s many boring lessons and not once had the prince shown the slightest gratitude. Of course, he as well as the other servants had grown accustoms to it and by no means had expected it. But to now think that maybe, maybe, he did appreciate their efforts, perhaps even cared for them after years of viewing them as no more than objects which they had now become ( ... )