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[clairepotts]

her eyes rolled at him, shaking at her head. there was a tinge of attitude but that wasn’t new to her. it came with his package and unfortunately, something she signed up for. there was a possibility to even think that they were platonic soulmates. her eyebrows shot up for a moment, trying to think on how she can get back onto his level. their banter was something she always admired.  “oh, come on.” her words were dramatic, shaking her head, “not only do they deserve each other, they belong together. they seem like some soulmates, don’t you think?”

he paused for a moment in drinking his tea which he'd have spiked in secret if she'd ever looked away. lumiere can't hide his own resignations to this delicate situation, but, he has to stay positive, after all they kept his very life burning. ❝ she seemed very interested, i am sorry claire, i will make sure it is a positive response. ❞ he chuckled at his nickname as it was his favorite by far to the simple "lumi" . these little reasons were why he tried so hard on her.

❝ yes , i have, extensively. ❞ lumi nods resting his hand under his chin a bit stressfully, ❝ they deserve eachother, unless, you do not think so anymore ? we can stop all of this. ❞

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bexstlyy​:

Adam knew he should come around more often to see Claire. Or any of his friends really. They deserved that much. He was just so self-isolated and sometimes lost track of the days. “Just me,” he said with a slight underlying joking tone to his voice. “Because sometimes I forget what day it is and I’m a terrible friend? I do hope you’re not expecting a sincere apology.” He smirked at her. “How are you though? Enough about me.”

there was another gentle smile on her lips from his comment, laughing softly. her fingers curled around the tea cup and placed a ginger snap cookie onto the top of the cup, “i guess i can let this go...” she responded with the same smirk. sliding the saucer across the counter for him, “its on the house, mr. adam. but, i’m doing alright. i may have met someone, but i don’t want to get my hopes up.”

[clairepotts]

there were days where she wanted to ring his neck, but most of the times she wanted to wrap her arms around them in a hug. she loved him more than anything in this world, even if they got on each other’s nerves. it wasn’t a type of love claire could place her finger on it, but she felt it burn more than anything else.  “fairly? well it has to be a positive... and the cafe?” she hummed for a moment, “you really thought about this, amour.” the nickname rolled off her tongue, laughing softly. his attention to detail always reminded her of david rose from schitt’s creek. her hand covered the smile on her lips for a moment before he mentioned the color, “ah, yes... she looks stunning in yellow.” placing the tea cup onto the saucer, she linked her fingers together, “maybe i have something yellow in my wardrobe if we’re in a crunch.”

he sits and he happily continues to smile, because claire can never truly be mad at him for too long. they could hardly be considered the best of friends to one another, but they did have eachothers - and others, best interests all in heart. for that they got along. mostly.

❝ i am fairly certain she will attend the evening, i've told her to be at the cafe, but, it must be perfect , claire, ❞ he said and there's almost a sort of fire in his eyes, ❝ belle is perfect, it must reflect that and i will see to one of the fashion gurus, perhaps they can come up with the perfect dress. ❞ this part would be fairly easy, or at least he certainly hopes so as it was in the name of romance.

❝ ... i was thinking, perhaps yellow, after all it is her best colour , hmm ? ❞

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there was a gentle yawn that passed her throat from just being up for about ten hours. she always arrived at the shop far too early, but wanted to make sure everything was perfect for the morning rush. her head snapped up at the jingle and the words that spoke, “a woman that knows what she wants... i like that.” there was a gentle smirk on her lips before pouring water into the cup with a loose leaf ball, “lemon ginger chamomile. let me know what you think, guinea pig. i haven’t put it out yet, so you’re in luck.” there was a gentle wink before laughing, “its for the summer menu.”

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     As much as Tessa’s restless heart loved a good adventure, she also needed moments to breathe. One of the best ways was as simple as anything: she never, ever missed tea time. But her stores were getting low, so she had to venture out to the only place in town whose blends she trusted to be perfect every time: Potts’ Tea Shop. “I’m a sucker for chamomile,” she told the woman after she’d jingled her way through the door and been greeted. “What would you recommend?”

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claire was busy, but nothing that she couldn’t handle. it was roughly around 2pm, where students usually came after their afternoon classes, some having their lunch break way later in the day, and gentleman who were on retirement time. a friendly face came into the shop; a small signal from the bell rang. her brows raised, dusting her hands off on her apron, “look what the cat dragged in...” she smirked, shaking her head, “that’s a good idea... how dare you!” she joked before brewing up a cup of earl gray, “you wanna tell me why you’ve been a ghost?”

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Adam loved a good cup of tea. Claire happened to have some of the best teas in town. He was overdue for a visit with her anyway so decided to make his way to her tea shop. When walking in he glanced around. The crowd was always unusual. Or, rather, a mix of different types of people. Some students studying, older men that were reading, and ladies catching up over some Earl grey. Adam paid them no mind though and walked up to the counter where she was. “Claire,” he greeted. “It’s been a little too long. I guess I should apologize for ignoring your calls.”

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BEAUTY ANDTHE BEAST (2017) dir. Bill Condon

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there was a roll of her eyes at his compliment. he was always lacing words with his own magic, his own touch to make her feel like the prettiest girl in the room. it was a fair attempt, but he was far from her type. though, playing with him a bit was always a fun thing to do, “well, thank you. no one makes me feel the way that you do.”

her eyes shot up; she had forgotten! after a small intake of breath, she nodded her head quickly, “absolutely, i’m so sorry...” she felt so bad that the shop was taking over everything in her life and this was something so important, “right now. lets discuss.” she removed her apron, placing it on the table.

lumiere smiled as she comes closer and he takes out the popcorn once more, eating and watching her for a moment. he chuckles, nodding to the kernels about her hair, ❝ it's just as i suspected, you are beautiful claire, even with the popcorn. ❞ he says in taking out what was left in her brunette strands.

❝ i am simply wondering, if you've ever taken a break in your entire life. ❞ he chuckles to her fondly, ❝ and , you know belle and adam's special date is fast approaching ? we must talk details. ❞

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Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - Elton John (Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, 1973)

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her focus was on the tea kettles and the cookies being baked. it was picking up a bit, and of course, that was amazing for business but she started to get frazzled. running her fingers through her locks, she sighed, feeling a piece of popcorn in her hand, “what the fuck...” she simply muttered to herself before turning around. her eyes rolled for a moment, once she saw lumi’s eyes move from her, “very funny...” she exhaled before stepping forward to be in the same bubble as he, “can i help you?” claire crossed her arms over her chest, looking at him with a raised brow.

he switches between throwing popcorn into his mouth and throwing the popcorn at the back of claire's hair in secret. she's too busy with what she was doing to react right away. he was too busy , hungover and enjoying the carnival to help out much. when claire does finally turn, alex hid the popcorn behind his back and he pretends to care about the sky without noticing her.

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her brows raised at his comment, “like i told mr. timothy, these things are rigged and were made to make you lose. so, if you go into that mindset that you will lose, you will win. focus on physics of the toss and the size of the bottle neck and the width of the hoop.” there was a gentle smile on her lips, nodding her head, “there you go!” 

@clairepotts "with this i think I can swing my arm a certain way, hopefully resulting in the bottle falling over..." Barley trailed off, eyes focused on the three bottles, settling on the highest one.

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timothytate​:

Though his intention was not at all to scare her, he still couldn’t help but grin at her reaction. Not in malice, nor in judgement, and not at all in any sort of triumph - he simply liked hearing her voice, and she spoke in such a way that he didn’t get to hear very often. New things made his brain light up with a certain type of joy that was hard to explain. “ That’s what I’m here for - t’ keep ya on your toes ! ” he declared, a nice coat of pride on his words. Because he was anything if not spontaneous.

Watching her face shift, he could feel his features change too, to mimic the look of thought and decision passing over her. In truth, he was never the best with convincing and persuasion unless it was with small children, and he knew she was much smarter than he could ever dream of being. As she came closer, he scooted as much as he could to give her room, ending with the both of them almost chest-to-chest. Maybe he should’ve just come around to the front… “ C’mon, you can ! ” His tone was gentle, imploring, but doing its best to not be pushy. “ There’s lots of people here in the booth. I promise I’ll get you back before sundown when it starts getting cold. ” They were nodding their heads too, he saw; he looked from the few around them back to her.

Just what he wanted to hear - she was in. With a quiet yes!, he took her hand and tugged her from the little spot they were in, hearing another round of giggles and chuckles coming from the other teashop workers. “ Fantastic ! I promise we’ll have so much fun - I’ll win you a rubber ducky and everything ! ” He blended them seamlessly into the light stream of people going one way, not letting go of her hand. “ They have these hand-painted ones made by some of the local artists in town that you can win, they’re really cool looking. One’s even painted like a tiger ! ” He laughed again, slowing to keep her at his side. “ Can you believe that ? A tiger-duck. A tuck ? A diger ? ” He was babbling, just so incredibly happy to have her by his side and be able to enjoy the festivities with someone he knew so well.

his promise was what signed her up. she knew that people would be crowding the booth when it was starting to get cold, but she wasn’t sure if that’s where she wanted to be. what if stayed with him for the remainder of the day into the night? she could steal one of his hoodies or something of the sort. but that was her mind, getting lost in a fairytale that probably wasn’t going to happen. she turned to look at her coworkers and smiled; they were going to need her  and she couldn’t walk away from that.  there was a gentle smile when he muttered the ‘yes’, trying not to giggle with it. he was so full of life, something that she wasn’t exactly used to, but it was something that she could get used to, “a rubber ducky and ice cream?” she giggled as she looked up at him, seeing that he was merely a foot taller than her. why was there so many people in her life that were so much taller. eyes moved to look down at their hands in each other’s. taking his felt normal, felt right, so she didn’t notice from the beginning. claire’s heart skipped a beat when she realized what was going on. biting down at her lower lip for a moment, she noticed his hand wasn’t leaving hers.  when he spoke, she snapped from her thoughts. it was like he didn’t have a filter and she was the opposite of that. she always thought her words before speaking. her brows knotted when he tried to make up the name for the tiger striped duck, “a diger?” she laughed to herself, shaking her head. oh no, he’s an idiot. her eyes met his for a moment, meeting his chocolate hues. she got lost in them for a moment before she had realized they were already at the tent, “i’ll give you a hint about these things: they’re rigged. don’t expect to win. and then, well, you win.” she shrugged her shoulders with a smile before removing her hand from his and motioned to the ducks in a row.

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“jesus christ!” her hand was placed onto her chest, turning around to see the taller male in front of her. the voice was familiar, but still scared her, “oh my god, mr. timothy. you scared me.” there was a gentle laugh as she looked at the smile on that was on his lips. this one was always up to no good, always laughing and making the smaller female smile. moving to the side, she was in front of him, no longer having a table to separate them, “i don’t think i’ll ever get used to you.” she joked, meeting his eyes.  at invitation, her lips pressed together, thinking for a moment. that was out of her comfort zone, plus she’d be stepping away from the tent. he almost seemed like he was pleading, which made her stomach flip around. for the added bonus, she said that he would have gotten her ice cream. “i don’t know if i can leave the tent...” her eyes looked around at her coworkers, almost getting their seal of approval. everyone who was noticing the conversation seemed to nod their heads. it had been a moment since she had taken a break. there was a gentle sigh as she removed her apron and placing it on the table toward the back, “fine, but if you lied about the ice cream... i’m keeping the prize.” a gentle, playful smirk came to her lips, “lead the way.”

CLOSED EVENT STARTER FOR @clairepotts​ & TIMOTHY TATE

When he’d found out that Claire had been put onto booth duty for the duration of the carnival, he had to admit that he was a little disappointed. He didn’t quite know why - because while the two of them were closer than most, he and her also seemed to operate on different wavelengths - but he’d made it a point to visit her and her pretty tea booth as often as he could. He never stayed for long, as he didn’t want to distract her from her work, but always loved popping up to say hello and grab a small cup of her recommendation to wander around with. Today, however, was to be a little different. There were plenty of shop workers occupying the booth as well this afternoon, and he saw it the perfect opportunity to steal her away for a little bit of TLC and fun. He knew he sort of stood out among the crowd thanks to his height and hair, but he made a bit of a show out of trying to be sneaky, eliciting chuckles from a few passerby as he made his way to the open side of the booth. While he didn’t go behind the counter, he did lean in, getting a few working hands attention as well, their smiles growing wide at the sight of him and his familiar antics.

“ Pssst ! Claire ! ” His stage-whisper was much too loud and made a few giggle as they went back to organizing and wrapping purchases. “ You gotta come with me and play the ring toss ! They use rubber ducks instead of glass bottles - it’s really cute ! ” He’d all ready played a round and got two out of three shots before he ran out of rings, but he just knew she had the perception and the general smarts to get at least a medium custom-painted rubber duck. “ Please ? I promise I’ll get’cha a scoop of ice cream, win or lose ! ” That should sweeten the deal, literally - everyone loved ice cream.

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rangerkristoff​:

     To say he was out of his element would be an understatement. Kristoff didn’t even go grocery shopping at busy hours because he wanted to avoid the crowds, and here he was at a carnival amidst…yeah, probably everyone in town. With his usual company being trees and the wild animals who lived amongst them, all the sounds, sights, and even scents surrounding him now were overwhelming. It was refreshing to find a spot of calm in the noise, even small one tent holding its own—something familiar and comfortable. He made his way over, stopping nearby the woman as she seemed to be taking inventory of her tea supply.

     It was a little humorous to him that she was surprised by his greeting, because people usually tended to hear him coming. But he figured she’d just been a little lost in her own world. “Sorry, didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” he replied, smiling and shaking his head. “I just came by, ‘cause…” He cast about awkwardly for some excuse, but ended up cracking and admitting, “I’m lost. I mean—not physically, but I’m totally out of my element here. Maybe I could use some tea.”

“you’re okay, ranger,” she smiled at him, one that was bright and full of life. there was a gentle moment of a small blush on her cheeks. something about talking to people always gave her butterflies. claire was more comfortable with a book or a movie and getting lost with those characters rather than real life. she had too much trauma with the real world that her being lost in a story was so much more appealing. a brow arched as he started to mumble down, crossing her arms over her chest.  there was nothing rude about the cross of her arms. on her lips was a light smirk, resting on her lip as she started to giggle lightly. there was something about claire, where everything had to be light, full of life. she had too much seriousness in her life for one person, “i was going to say, a ranger is lost? doesn’t sound like you.”  moving to the kettle, she poured a to-go cup of the earl gray, placing a ginger snap cookie on top of it, “you and i both are a little lost here. definitely not my scene... but this should help. always helped me when i was young.” she smiled soft, handing him the duo before slipping her hands into the pockets. 

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@rangerkristoff​

the hustle and bustle of the circus gave the female a toss in her stomach. the atmosphere was something she normally wouldn't be a part of, because fuck, there was so much happening at once. she would rather be at home, holding a tea cup and cuddling with a book and a large blanket. so why would she be here? have a tent here? she asked herself the same question as she brewed another kettle of the famous earl gray. earl and ginger was going through the night like it was water, but she could feel in her chest that her father, the one she named the duo after, would be so proud of her. there was a small smile on her lips when she heard his laugh in his head, almost hearing the words herself. but, maybe she was day dreaming. that was something she tended to do often. there was a rustle of the grass in front of her, but she was too busy looking through the loose tea bags and counting them. claire swore it was just a curious child or someone passing by. but a hello broke through the air. snapping her head up, she looked up at the male with wide eyes, brushing her hands off her waist apron. “well, you gave me a spook for a second,” she laughed softly before stepping forward to be face to face with him, “ranger kristoff, do i have the honor of serving you some tea? or just saying hi?” there was another gentle smile, rocking on her heels. 

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Beauty and the Beast (1991)