#|| ┈┈ ❖ IC ( ˡᵒᶰᵍ ᵃᵍᵒ ᴵ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵉᶰ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵍˢ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ) ||

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@imbicilite​ || random starter

       Body leaned against the opening to the library, watching silently. He had wanted to check in on their guest --- - Belle’s guest. Personally, the prince still didn’t fully trust the sidekick of the man who tried to kill him . . . but Belle did, and he trusted her with all his heart. But her heart, her heart was so BIG, she believed so much in the good of those around her, she believed in change. He still had his doubts. Time as a Beast can really turn you into a pessimist. Still, he was doing his best, usually keeping a distance like requested ( which he didn’t mind, he still had his own issues to work out ), but today curiosity had gotten the best of him. Words weren’t spoken, he merely continued to stare, not sure exactly what he was expecting, but he did hope the other didn’t notice him. 

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howls moving castle starters | accepting

 @survivedempathy​​ : ❝ It's all so familiar yet I know I’ve never been here before. ❞ (elsa)

      Beastly body stepped out from the shadows, large hind paws clicked against the hard ground as sharp nails met floor. A slight growl escaped lips. —- -    ❝ Not many have. ❞  voice was cold, almost harsh, but he spoke the truth. Those that found their way inside were usually quickly scared off by a monstrous roar, but many never even made it to front gate - avoiding his home for one reason or another, and many more didn’t even know it existed. He stared at the stranger, waiting for a response, silently wondering how long she had been there and what was so familiar about his gothic, rococo style castle. 

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@hamadaxfighter​ liked for a lyric starter | ‘out there’ - The hunchback of notre dame 

                 —- -    ❝  Give me one day out there, . . . all I ask is one. ❞

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@guddessen​ // ELSA :

HERE SHE SITS, perched elegantly on a BENCH in the garden, watching the snow fall. Perhaps she shouldn’t be out here, perhaps she should’ve STAYED INSIDE — but he never said she COULDN’T venture outside, and so she has. Slipped out and found somewhere to sit in the GUST OF WINDS that bring the snow down. ( While the storm has let up a tiny bit, cold not bothering her or not, it’s no condition to travel in regardless. ) Her eyes are trained UPWARDS, fixed on the flurries when she hears his footsteps coming towards her.

She stays SILENT, even as he sits down beside her. Merely lets the silence linger for a few moments.

“I always liked the way the SNOW FALLS,” she says softly, finally. Her voice is MELODIC, a soothing elegant tone that feels like a KULNING waiting to happen. Perhaps it is, a readiness to call to the spirits at a MOMENTS NOTICE. “It makes everything so QUIET —beautiful. Like putting a blanket over the entire world.”

     Cogsworth had told him their guest had wandered out to the garden, but information was not news, for he had already known. DISTRUST still high, the Beast had been keeping tabs on the princess, asking the enchanted mirror to show her to him every now and then, but this was the first time he decided to actually venture out to truly see her and check up on her, not just watch her through a pane of magical glass.

    She sat on the same bench he usually found himself on, a place he took respite in when days seemed too much, he figures there is enough room that he might as well join her. The garden is the Beast favorite part of the castle, it's the only part that still seems alive, the only part that didn’t really transform into a twisted version of itself. Usually it was filled with roses, but roses are now covered with the same snow that sticks to fur, suffering through the same cold that stings. At least the Beast has a thick fur coat, or freeze of the continuing storm would have cut him to the core.

    He sits and stares out at the falling flakes, unsure what to say, just waiting for the silence to break. When it does, head nods, inclined to agree. He did not mind the snow, it, like rain, was calming to him. He couldn’t quite see the beauty in it, but he certainly enjoyed the quiet.   -- - -    ❝  Yes,  it’s  . . .  nice.  ❞  there’s a pause, a feeling as if he should say more but unsure how to continue, it has been quite some time since he’s participated in small talk.    -- - -    ❝  But . . .  hopefully  the  storm  will  be  over  soon.  ❞

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anonymous said : Belle doesn't really love you. She only pities you.

Destroy my muse on anon | accepting.

    It’s a thought he’s always had in the back of his mind. Prone to doubt and distrust since curse befell him, it was hard to believe someone like him could be loved, but as he grew closer to Belle, as she stopped shuddering at his paws and started looking into his human eyes instead of at his beastly body, negative thoughts became fewer and farther between … but it doesn’t take much for them to flood back in at full force.

    Hearing the words spoken with another voice … well, it just makes it far more REAL. It's like a slap in the face — - a reality check, even if reality being painted may not have necessarily been true. It's a reality he could easily believe, even if he really and truly doesn’t want to. 

    Anger and sadness swirl around him as if in a dance, each feeling fighting to reach to the top. Even now, even after working on his temper, It’s no surprise that anger wins. Paws form into fists, claws digging into fur. Teeth grit together as eyes close tightly. Voice came from darkness, there is no one to fight, no one to roar at, no one to release temper on . . . but he has to do something, something to expel the feelings from his system. Eyes abruptly open and with a grunt he swings at the closest thing.     —- -    ❝   NO !!  ❞   Gruff voice booms as he overturns a table, everything atop it spilling and crashing to the floor.  

    Breath quickens, he’s not angry at the voice, he’s angry at himself. How could he have let himself HOPE, how could he have ever thought that he could be FREE, how could he have ever thought that he had actually LEARNED to love and GAINED their love in return. How could he have not seen the truth before him.       

     Body crumples, head falling into hands, anger having fizzled out, leaving only sadness and regret in it’s wake.    —- -    ❝   … no …  ❞    Voice is much quieter now, word almost a whisper, a plea he knows will go unanswered.   He's a MONSTER, -------- -- - and he always will be.

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@feasgar​ cont. {x}

          He listens to her closely, but still, even after all this time, he only seems to understand every other word, which usually, thanks to context clues, is just enough to hold a conversation.  —- -    ❝ It’s probably the accent. ❞ Not many people, at least not many here in rural France, have ever heard a Scottish accent, including the beast -- - until he met her. —- -    ❝ Can you  -- can you just repeat what you said ? ❞

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@streetxcat​ liked for a starter !

                      —- -    ❝ Hey .... Hey Cat.  ❞ voice falters a bit, a sheepish smile hiding his shame. He had disappeared, ( again ), but it wasn’t on purpose, it never is. Being the son of two very high up people means he sometimes has to tag along for their long trips, even if he doesn’t want to go. He should have told her. He knows he should have told her. He’s just not very good at goodbyes. He didn’t know if he would be back, but he is, and the first thing he did was find her --- that’s gotta count for something .... right ?

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@seafinx​ liked for a lyric starter | ‘what do you know about love’ - Fro.zen the Musical

               —- -    ❝  What do you know about love ? ❞

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               @ourohcna​ : “Your paws are as big as my face!” She says, grabbing his paw and placing it on her face

       Body becomes tense as paw is forced upon the child’s face, claws and all. She’s not wrong, his paw covers her face perfectly - but that does not make the action right. Temper rises, blood boils, who does this child think she is ? Has she no fear of his monstrous form ? Quickly he pulls away, breaking her grasp. Temper is short, but he is still careful not to hurt her. She's annoying, yes, but she's still a child - he must control his instincts. A deep breath is taken, followed by a low growl     —- -    ❝ You shouldn’t ....  you shouldn’t be here. ❞

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random asks || always accepting

@thiefreign​ said : “Do you have a servant specially to clean up hair?”

       The question catches him off guard, and he’s a bit annoyed by it. What exactly was the point of such an asinine question ?  —- -    ❝  N - No. ❞  Well there was Babette and the other maids turned feather dusters, but they didn’t only clean up his shedding fur.  —- -    ❝  Not specially. ❞

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unprompted asks! || always accepting 

@lunarlunanoff​ said : "Stay back, human. You do not know what you are dealing with."

       It was odd to be referred to as a human, and head turned to see if the stranger was talking to someone else, someone far less … beastly, but there was no one else around. Most could not see the person within the beast, the human eyes that did not match animalistic body, but somehow the other did. If there was time he would question it, discuss it further, but there seemed to be much more pressing matters at hand.

       Body stood taller at the order, a little offended at the notion that he could not handle his own. Teeth and claws were flashed as a sign that he was not defenseless —- -    ❝ Then tell me what I’m dealing with !! ❞

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@conquerlove​ said : “ i have always been so different . ” - belle

           Eyes watched carefully as she spoke, taking in every word. Their reading session had turned into a deep conversation of past experiences, and the Beast was beginning to realize that perhaps the two of them were more alike than he had thought.  Both outcasts in the world. Although he was cursed - punished to be different - she just was always seen that way, however, he's unsure why. Head tilted, and blue hues filled with curiosity studied the girl, trying to understand how exactly she of all people was considered to be different.     —- -    ❝ You have ? Why --- why do you think that ?  ❞

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frzn starters || accepting.

@tinkiisms​ said : “   you   don’t   have   to   hide  …   ”

        Bright blue eyes darted all around, looking for the origin of the small voice that rung in his head like a delicate bell. It was faint, as if not meant to be heard, and it wasn’t crystal clear either, a jingling tone was attached to words making it slightly difficult to understand, but it was clear enough for him to get the gist of the message. Beastly body steped out of the shadows, if he was hidden, it wasn’t his intention.  —- -    ❝  I’m  –  I’m  not  hiding  !   I  just  – -  I  don’t  know  where  you  are  !  ❞   Ears pricked up waiting for response, hoping more words could lead him to fully pinpointing the source. 

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@seeksquest​ liked for a starter !

           The enchanted book had taken him all over the world, and still he has found no answers - no magic to fix his terrible curse. Hope dissipates faster and faster each passing day. Surely there must be some place with enough magic to help him ? Someone who knows a spell to turn him back ? ---- - Maybe the problem is this world, there just aren’t enough people who know magic, who believe. That’s when the idea comes to him, he has no time to dwell on it, he just has to do it. Large paws grasp the book and he thinks of a world filled with magic, he’s truly desperate now. The thought is vague, will it even work ? Doubt is stopped right in it’s tracks as a light starts to envelop the Beast, it was working ! The next thing he knows, he’s someplace entirely new. 

             Eyes blink rapidly, trying to adjust to the new surroundings. He seems to be in front of a row of houses, although they are unlike any houses the Beast has ever seen, they were more like overgrown toadstools that just happened to have doors and windows. In front of one was .... a man ? No, it couldn’t be, this creature was blue with pointy ears .... could he be cursed too ? Whatever he was he was staring right at the Beast. ( A problem with such a vague command he now realizes is that he can’t appear in a specific hidden spot ) So much for a low profile. 

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anonymous said : You're the worst friend, you can never do anything right. You just leave and abandon and, in turn, they will do the same to you. Because you're not worth it, you're a terrible human being capable only of disappointment and hurting. ( for modern/human adam. feel free to direct it towards a friend/relation of your choosing or make it general! )

Destroy my muse on anon | accepting.

      Raised like a PRINCE, the boy had only ever been told sweet lies. Surrounded by yes men and woman who wanted his approval, who wanted his money, they dared not ever say what they really thought of him to his face. Throughout school he heard whispers and rumors of people bashing him behind his back, but they never really meant anything to him, never affected him, there was always someone around to dispel any negativity, to inflate his ego back up.

      But he had grown past that. Grown past the popularity. He had to. Very quickly he learned that the real world was nothing like the carefully cultivated bubble he had been living in. It didn’t take long to realize that he was, in fact, a bad person. That he was selfish, unkind, temperamental, and that all his friendships were fake, and held no weight . . . but once bubble was popped he was actually able to make real connections. He met Cat, Scott, and Laila and he learned what friendship was actually meant to be. He finally had a reason to grow . . . but did he ever actually improve ? After all this time, was any progress made ? He had hoped so, but maybe he was too far beyond changing.

     Words hit him like a sucker punch to the gut, and for a moment he feels his body should be keeling right over, physically pained by the callout, but instead he stands taller, trying to hide it. Hands ball into fists at his sides. Pride was damaged, but he was always taught not to let that show, although that was easier said than done. He should argue back, should defend himself, but no defense comes to mind, no words reach his tongue.

    There’s no lies in words spoken, that’s what makes it hurt so much, it’s all true. He wanted to be better, he thought he had tried to be better, but history kept repeating and he kept disappointing. He could hide behind excuses all he wanted, say it’s not his fault till his voice was hoarse, but that wouldn’t change what he knew deep down . . . that he was a bad friend.  —- -    ❝  . . .  I know .  ❞   finally words find their way out of mouth, and it’s an admission not a defense. Once again he had been shown the truth he already knew, and once again he had to accept it. 

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 howls moving castle starters | accepting

         @seafinx​ : ❝ It’s all so familiar yet I know I’ve never been here before. ❞ 

          Beast would hope that the girl would have never been here before, after all it was his castle and he wasn’t too keen on strangers, or as he saw them, intruders.  Typically this would be the point where he would lean into his monstrous appearance and roar attempting to scare the stranger off, force them to leave, but something about her words peaked the cursed prince’s interests. —- -    ❝ What exactly is familiar about it ? ❞