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❛ i can’t believe they commit murder in cars. this is a children’s show. ❜

 is  this  what  he  did  when  neither  lumiere  nor  belle  were  around ?     the  sight  of  his  prince  slumped  up  on  the  couch  in  front  of  the  television   (  all  new  things ,  but  they  were  all  learning  together  )   was  a  mix  of  endearing  &  comical  at  the  same  time .     lumiere  lets  out  a  warm  chuckle   (  still ,  just  as  is  voice ,  heavily  accent  coated )   &   shakes  his  head .            ❛     master  i  am  beginning  to  think  i  ought  to  take  you  out  more  often  if  leaving  you  by  yourself  leads  to  you  criticizing  children’s  films .     ❜

 i’m honestly iconc  @coarseandunrefined    always accepting !

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 ❛     i  don’t  understand .     ❜            soda ,  &  it’s  many  types ,  he’s  learned  about .     a  sweet  &  bubbly  drink  typically  caffeinated  with  a  lot  of  sugars .     &  he’s  seen  plenty  of  fried  foods  since  he  arrived .     ---------  but  THIS  ?             ❛     'ow  can  you  fry  coke  ?     ❜

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❛ he’ll burn you down like wax, if you let him. ❜ [ aka adam sees lumière and immediately tries to cockblock him ].

 his  dashing  good  looks ,  lumière  is   happy   to  have  found  out ,  seem  to  still  be  in   perfect  functioning  order   despite  the  change  in  time  &  country .     his   charm   still  wins  over  people’s  affections  as  well .     he’s  every  bit  in  the  game  as  he  was  before  &  currently  finds  himself  winning  over  a  giggling  girl  with  his   sparkling  eyes  &  gleaming  smile   just  perfectly  until  the  voice  behind  him  catches  his  ears .     a  brow  raises  &  at  first  he  turns  with  confusion  but  once  he  sees  the  face     (  no  more  horns  nor  hair  )     delight  melts  that  away .

 ❛    my  prince !    ❜            &  it    is    his  prince !     it’s  not  the  vicious  beast  that  stands  before  him ,  it’s  his  prince .      it’s  adam .       he  can’t  even  find  himself  upset  about  the  interruption ,  in  fact  the  girl  is  quickly  forgotten ;  there  is  a  more  important  matter  now  &  she  can  find  another  to  win  her  fancy .     lumière  resists  the  urge  to  envelop  the  man  in  his  arms  &  instead  folds  one  arm  over  his  middle ,  the  other  out  to  his  side ,  &   bends   into  a   bow .

 deathless  meme   /   @coarseandunrefined  /   accepting

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‘ je suis,…. how do u say it……….. ready 2 die. ’

 ❛    ah ,  that  would  be  prêt  à  mourir .   ❜             lumiére  supplies  to  the  other  man  then ,  after  a  beat ,  punctuates  it  with  a  smile .             ❛    since  you  are  asking .   ❜

i didn’t reblog this meme but ok / accepting i guess

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˚  ˖   * ⋅   ⊱   VOICEFORLEGS.

Ariel couldn’t help but feel giddy as she moved around on wobbly legs. No this wasn’t Eric’s kingdom, but it was the human world and she was part of it! The only trouble was she couldn’t figure out how to find Sebastian, Flounder, or Scuttle. Thankfully her voice still worked, she just wasn’t able to sing. Everything was so exciting and confusing and scary all at the same time. Taking a step, Ariel wrapped a long blanket around her waist and twirled, feeling giddy, before falling on her butt. Looking up, she saw someone staring at her and waved to them. “Hello there! Could you help me please?” she called.

 it  takes  him  but  a  moment  to  realize  it’s  him  the  fallen  girl ,  with  her  bright  red  hair  that  had  caught  his  eye ,  is  calling  to  but  once  he  does  he  springs  into  a  quick  stride  towards  her .     after  all ,  being  a  servant  for  so  long ,  responding  to  calls  for  assistance  was  something  he  was  professionally  skilled  at .     he  slows  when  approaching  her  &  dawns  a  charming  smile .

❛    a  hand ,  mademoiselle ?    ❜             he  extends  his  hand  to  her  as  an  offer  to  help  her  back  to  her  feet .

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˚  ˖   * ⋅   ⊱   FCNDHEARTED.

“Are you alright?”

 ❛    --------- fine .     ❜           the  answer  is  comes  with  a  hitch  in  his  voice .     the  door  was  closing  &  to  stop  it  lumiére  had  acted  entirely  on  instinct .     unfortunately ,  as  his  instincts  were  used  to  having  hands  made  of  brass ;  this  meant  he  had  stuck  out  his  hand  between  the  door  &  the  frame .     now ,  he  was  cradling  throbbing  fingers  to  his  chest .          ❛    i  ‘ad  forgotten  what  a  danger  doors  can  be  to  feet  &  fingers .     ❜

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˚  ˖   * ⋅   ⊱   CASTLETHEIF.

                              he  was  finally  getting  used  to  everything  around  here .      even  though  it  wasn’t  the  forests  he  knows ,   he  could  still  get  used  to  this  town .      flynn  sighed  happily   &   looked  around .      not  everyday  that  you  get  cursed  to  live  in  a  town ,   but  you  gotta  go  with  it   &   hope  that  you’ll  get  back .      although ,   if  he  was  being  honest  with  himself .      he  really  didn’t    WANT    to  go  back .      back  there ,   he  was    a  wanted  man .      here ?      he  could  be  free ,   not  having  to  look  behind  his  back    every  five  minutes .          ‘   is  anyone    still    complaining  about  being  here ?      ‘cause  i  find  it  rather  enjoyable .      what’s   not   to  love ?   ’

 no ,  he  was  not  a  candelabra  but  he  wishes  he  were  not  a  candelabra  somewhere  else !     preferably  in  the  comfort  of  a  castle  tucked  away  in  france  where ,  even  as  a  servant ,  the  meals  were  never  anything  short  of  fantastic  &  their  lodgings  &  dress  always  fine .     the  dull  grey  of  this  town  so  far  from  his  home  &  small  &  even  dirty  didn’t  much  appeal  to  him .     he  smiled  through  it  &  made  due  with  what  he  had ,  obviously !     but  that  was  an  appearance  he  kept  up  only  for  the  sake  of  being  an  optimistic  presence .     even  so ,  though ,  he  couldn’t  help  but  let  out  a  groan  with  a  roll  of  his  eyes  at  the  other  man’s  comment .     he  clicked  his  tongue  ;  he  could  make  a  list  of  things  not  to  love .          ❛    the   mediocre  dining   it  offers  is  one  thing  i  can  think  of  off  the  top  of  my  head .    ❜

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˚  ˖   * ⋅   ⊱   NXSESTUCKINABOOK.

                          —– shifting the blame onto herself wasn’t what was needed right now, but she can’t help but feel at least SOMEWHAT to blame.  it had all escalated so quickly, she had no way of knowing it would happen the way it did.  that in proving her papa wasn’t entirely mad she would damn an innocent man - one who was kind & gentle.  anything BUT a beast.  “i know, you’re right.  and i mustn’t assume the worst, there’s no reason for it.  i’ve got you here, after all.”  a weakened smile at best, but she wanted him to know that he was helping.

     keeping close, she allowed for him to toy her hands in his - only able to imagine what it must be like, to be human again after years as a candlestick.  finding comfort in his presence as well, he certainly had that way about him.  “since we’re both here, what do you say that you & i stick together?”

 something  akin  to  relief  or  maybe   a  touch  of  pride  blossoms  by  his  heart  at  her  words  &  her  smile ,  however  faint  it  was .     though  his  expression  has  melancholy  etched  in  the  lines  of  it  he  does  smile  back  to  her ,   for  he  is  happy  to  see  her  have  some  hope  &  he’s  more  than  delighted  to  have  brought  her  that  light .     he  was  a  poor  substitute  for  who  he’s  sure  she  would  like  to  see  but  even  so  wouldn’t  leave  her  alone  here .     she  meant  too  much  to  him  to  ever  do  such  a  thing .

 his  face  tints  slightly  as  his  smile  presses  under  his  eyes  &  he  nods .          ❛     i  say  that  sounds  like  a   wonderful   idea .     an’  first ,  i  say  we  find  a  kitchen .     better  to  be  lost  with  a  meal ,  than  lost  without  one ,  i  would  think .     ❜          meals  were  a  temporary  fix  to  most  all  problems ,  in  lumiére’s  opinion .     &  now  he  had  said  it  the  thought  of  food  did  sound  a  wonder  to  him  after  many  long  years  without  it .

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˚  ˖   * ⋅   ⊱   BELOVEDBYALL.

normally, AURORA would be completely and utterly enthralled to have been thrown into a new land – however, the circumstances which came before this seemed to dampen her mood. it was possible that MALEFICENT had revoked the curse, but why would she? she had cursed the blonde to BEGIN WITH. still, there was a subdued childlike excitement that seemed to radiate from her. exploration is her first goal, though as she walks she stops to smell the roses – LITERALLY. other wildflowers seem to grow around the rose patch and, after plucking a few, she runs to the nearest person to tap them on the shoulder. “ here, for you! ”

 it’s  not  france ,  so  clearly  it  is  not  as  beautiful  as  france ,  but  he  will  admit  that  the  day  was  nice .     the  sun  shone  from  the  clouds  &  the  temperature  wasn’t  excessively  hot  but  nor  was  it  chilly .     he  took  in  the  town  ------  until  there  was  a  tap  at  his  shoulder .     he  looks  behind  him ,  brows  raised ,  to  a  perfectly  beautiful  young  girl  with  a  gleaming  &  radiant  smile  that  his  own  lips  couldn’t  help  but  smile  back  at .     eyeing  her  gift  his  smile  turned  into  grin  &  he  turned  to  face  her  fully .          ❛    oh ,  such  a  beautiful  gift !     i  could  not  accept !    ❜           for  a  moment  his  fingers ,  dramatically ,  lay  across  his  chest  &  he  turns  his  head  away ,  eyes  closed  with  his  other  hand  out  in  front  of  him .     after  a  moment ,  an  eye  peeks  open  at  her  &  his  lips  curl  back  into  a  smile .          ❛    then  again  . . .  when  from  such  a  beautiful  girl ,  ‘ow  could  i  refuse !    ❜          his  position  shifts  into  his  outstretched  hand ,  now  palm  up ,  ready  to  receive  &  his  waist  bends  into  a  bow  at  her .

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˚  ˖   * ⋅   ⊱   NXSESTUCKINABOOK.

                           —– in the VERY least, it was comforting to know that lumiére was there too. that she had something solid, someone to hold onto, someone who understood – someone to instill hope with the worry that plagued her.  his motions recapture her attention, hues wide and glazed, glossed over with the tears that misted them.  “i know – i  know …” she muttered softly, allowing her head to lean into his palm, she reached up to take it, to feel that HE was real.

        as if the thought of losing him hadn’t been enough, the thought of what was unknown might’ve been harder.  she wanted to keep her HOPES up, but was unable to shake the fear of being faced with the WORST.  “& i do hope you’re right. i’d left the castle so quickly, i hardly had the chance to say goodbye.  what if this was my fault?  the villagers never would have attacked had i not shown them.”

 he’d  forgotten  the  last  time  he  had  the  soft  innocent  intimacy  of  holding  another’s  hand .     candle  holders  could  act  as  clasps  but ,  as  brass ,   his  metallic  hands  were  constantly  held  around  the  two  candles  at  the  end  of  each  of  his  arms .     her’s  are  soft ,  small  ------  his  fingers  gently  curl  over  her’s  to  reassure  her  of  reality  &  he  brings  their  hands  then  away  from  her  face  to  rest  against  his  chest .

❛     you  could  not  predict  what  was  to  ‘appen .     ❜             his  reassurance  is  given  with  his  very  best  effort  though  he  knows  so  little  of  the  situation ,  not  even  as  to  why  belle  left ,  to  reply  with  anything  better .     he  finds  himself  wishing  mrs.  potts  were  here .     if  anyone  had  the  words  to  heal  belle’s  heart ,  she  would .           ❛    this  is  not  your  fault ,  mademoiselle ,  of  that  i  am  certain .     ❜

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 the  intro  post  you’ve  all  been  waiting  for .     i’ve  been  saying  that  i’ll  get  this  up  for  way  to  long  now  . . .  it’s  time !     time  for  everyone  to  learn  about  their  favorite  french  candelabra .     i’ve  got  a  full  backstory  on  lumiére  that’s  basically  all  simply  headcanoned  as  we  know  nothing  of  his  past ,  really ,  nor  have  i  ever  found  information  on  him  in  any  interviews  or  reading  material .     under  the  cut  there  are  notes  &  headcanons  i  have  for  lumiére  so  you’ll  have  an  idea  of  how  i  will  be  playing  him !     sorry  you’ve  gotta  read  all  this  is  you  open  this  it  . . .  got  long  lmao .

WHY ,  WE  ONLY  LIVE  TO  SERVE !

 he’s  a  bit  . . .  loud .     a  bit  over  the  top .     a  bit  daring .     but  he’s  quite  possibly  one  of  the  most  friendly  &  hospitable  people  you’ll  ever  meet .     lumiere  has  a  contagious  smile  &  charisma  that  can  illuminate  a  whole  room !     the  suave  charm  that  surrounds  him  makes  it  difficult  to  dislike  him .     not  to  mention  that  also ,  when  he’s  not  a  metallic  decoration ,  there’s  no  denying  that  he’s  a  handsome  face  which  makes  him  all  the  more  inviting .     lumiere  is  aware  he’s  handsome  &  aware  he’s  well  liked  . . .  but  he  doesn’t  let  it  go  to  his  head  horribly  so .     he  may  constantly  catch  his  reflection  in  mirrors  often  &  he  may  cast  a  wink  to  a  girl  who  blushed  when  he  caught  her  eye  but  he  most  certainly  doesn’t  think  himself  above  people  nor  does  he  let  anyone  who  doesn’t  like  him  frustrate  him .     people  will  always  have  their  own  opinions !     really ,  though ,  he  is  a  dream  boy  to  probably  a  good  80%  of  the  human  population ,  if  we’re  being  honest .

 LUMIÉRE’S  PAST :     clearly  this  is  all  going  to  be  about  90%  just  headcanoned  backstory  for  him  as  we  literally  are  given  no  information  on  him  from  anything  i’ve  read  or  watched .     serving  is  in  lumiére’s  blood .     his  mother  &  father  both  worked  in  the  household  of  the  prince’s  family  &  when  lumiére  was  born  he  lived  in  the  castle  &  learned  his  life  as  nothing  else .     **growing  up  not  far  in  age  from  adam ,  lumiére  was  originally  friends  with  the  prince .     after  the  death  of  adam’s  mother ,  however ,  &  his  controlling  father  took  over  he  claimed  that  being  close  friends  with  a  serving  boy  was  inappropriate  of  the  prince  &  the  pair  was  separated .     lumiére  became  nothing  but  a  servant  &  though  he  was  bitter  about  it  he  did  nothing ,  knowing  the  master  of  the  castle  could  &  would  evict  him  if  he  protested  &  he  had  nowhere  else  to  go .     lumiére  did  rebel  somewhat  in  his  own  way ,  though ,  especially  when  adam’s  father  died  &  left  adam  as  sole  master  of  the  castle .     he’d  stick  to  how  he  liked  to  do  things  &  his  long  term  status  at  the  castle  &  perhaps  even  lingering  memories  of  friendship  from  adam  kept  him  from  serious  consequences  when  his  antics  were  discovered .     he’d  perhaps  get  yelled  at  but  that  was  the  worst  of  it ,  nothing  more .     when  the  curse  hit  his  personality  took  no  hit  from  it .     &  as  the  staff  began  to  fall  into  despair  about  the  situation  &  became  disheartened ,  lumiére  stepped  up  with  his  charm  &  infectious  charisma  to  keep  hope  within  the  hearts  of  the  staff  even  on  the  days  he  worried  a  girl  to  break  the  curse  would  never  come .     never  once  would  lumiére  let  anyone  ( save  for  cogsworth  &  mrs. potts ,  who  he  was  closest  to  in  the  castle )  see  any  lack  of  hope  in  his  spirit .

** this  may  be  subject  to  change ,  as  i’m  waiting  for  full  approval  of  the  idea  from  the beast player !

 LUMIÉRE’S  FAMILY :     lumiére  may  have  been  a  handful  but  he  was  still  truly  beloved  by  his  father  &  mother .     his  father  was  a  chef  in  the  castle  &  his  mother  a  kitchen  hand  who  worked  with  cutting  fruits  &  rolling  dough  often ,  making  lumiére  quite  popular  with  the  staff  in  the  kitchens .     his  father  taught  him  to  cook  often  &  it  is  something  lumiére  enjoys  doing  &  has  quite  the  talent  for  but  his  brilliant  light  of  a  personality  showed  he  was  made  for  much  more  than  living  out  his  days  within  a  hot  kitchen .     his  father  died  when  he  was  thirteen ,  being  taken  by  the  flu ,  &  as  for  his  mother  she  went  into  retirement  when  lumiére  was  eighteen  &  moved  to  more  on  the  outskirts  of  villenuve  where  lumiére  would  be  excused  from  his  duties  &  allowed  to  visit  her  once  a  month ,  prince  permitting .     aside  from  his  parents ,  though ,  lumiére’s  family  extends  much  far  beyond .      the  rest  of  his  family  is  simply  one  not  his  by  blood .     the  other  servants  of  the  castle  have  always  been  his  family .     chefs  are  still  soft  on  him ,  having  known  his  father ,  &  mrs. potts  is  practically  his  second  mother .     cogsworth ,  his  closest  friend ,  he  would  loosely  call  a  brother .     he  knows  the  name  of  every  one  in  the  castle  &  would  easily  do  just  about  anything  for  them  if  they  asked  it  of  him .

 THE  ENCHANTED  FOREST :     the  final  thing  from  his  tale  that  he  remembers  is  turning  into  a  candelabra  ------  permanently .     taken  just  after  the  final  petal  fell ,  lumiére  was  sure  they  had  not  beaten  the  curse  &  he  &  the  other’s  time  was  now  up .     awakening  here ,  now  not  only  alive  once  more  but  flesh  &  bones  he  is  completely  convinced  that  the  curse  must  have  been  broken .     he  is  not  completely  used  to  not  being  made  of  brass ,  though ,  &  not  having  flames  just  above  his  fingers .     he  will  often  forget  &  do  things  such  as  touch  hot  stoves  or  attempt  to  light  things  with  his  hand .     being  a  candlestick  for  several  years  does  mentally  unbalance  you  somewhat .

MISCELLANEOUS HEADCANONS :

 oh  fucking  boy  is  he  a  flirt .     even  to  men  sometimes ,  if  suspects  you  swing  that  way .     while  respectful  if  you  reject  him ,  he  is  quite  the  charmer  if   you  let  him  be .     he’s  had  quite  the  amount  of  partners  overtime ,  though  one  reoccuring  one  would  be  a  maid  at  the  castle  named  plumette .     basing  his  flings  of  how  lumiére  is  in  the  1991  film  rather  than  the  2017  one ,  while  plumette  &  he  do  have  something ,  courting  women  is  his  hobby .     it’s  not  strange  to  see  a  girl  sneaking  out  his  chambers  odd  hours  of  the  morning  or  him  back  into  the  castle  &  he’s  said  to  have  had  affairs  with  even  married  women  ( something  hinted  at  by  mrs. potts  in  the  song  human  again  from  the  25th  anniversary  special )  so  no  one  is  safe .

 if  you’re  close  to  him  &  he’s  fond  of  you  it’s  second  nature  to  him  to  somewhat  pamper  you .     making  sure  you’re  comfortable  or  doing  things  for  you ,  even  when  not  asked ,  is  simply  how  he  lives .     he  truly  does  only  live  to  serve !     being  as  hospitable  &  welcoming  as  possible  is  his  constant  goal .

 more  to  be  added  overtime !

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˚  ˖   * ⋅   ⊱   NXSESTUCKINABOOK.

                             —– it was nice, to feel his arms around her. she felt as if they’d known one another from the start.  seeing just ONE familiar face here eased her slightly.  and okay, his face wasn’t exactly familiar, but it didn’t feel strange to see – not a single bit.  finding herself clinging to him a tad, if he was there, that meant there was HOPE.  a tear-filled laugh as she dropped her hands into his once she’d pulled away.

           admittedly, & perhaps foolishly, she expected better news, something along the lines of what she wished to hear opposed to what response fell instead.  she could see it coming, see it in his expressions much more easily read now than those of a candlestick.  belle’s heart s a n k, she felt a d r o p in the pit of her stomach.  as her eyes darted off away, a furrow in her brow, it became clear she was riddled with worry.   she couldn’t, nor would she, mask her concern from him.  by all accounts, he knew her better than that.  “i’m afraid, lumiére… something terrible may have happened. i’d only just made it back to the castle… gaston was there – i SAW him fire the shot.”

 her  face  falls  &  his  heart  aches  at  the  sight .     he  wishes  he  could  tell  her  he’s  seen  not  only  the  prince  but  every  one  of  their  friends ,  anything  to  bring  the  light  back  to  her  features .     his  brows  pull  together  &  his  lips  pout .     he  knew  nothing  outside  the  battle  in  the  main  foyer ,  but  he  had  seen  this  gaston  fellow .     he  had  looked  cut  from  marble  yet  his  face  had  been  distorted  with  fury  that  made  him  something  terrible .     at  news  of  the  shot  guilt  fills  his  stomach  for  they  had  held  off  everyone  else  but  he’d  hardly  noticed  the  mob’s  leader  was  missing  during  the  fight .     a  shot  ------  he  wants  to  believe  the  prince  would  survive ,  but  knows  better  than  that .     surely ,  though ,  that  wasn’t  how  the  spell  worked !     love  would  break  it ,  not  death .     his  lips  press  against  each  other  to  form  a  line  &  he  takes  in  a  deep  breath .     softly ,  he  reaches  to  brush  stray  hairs  from  her  cheek  &  capture  her  attention .

❛     oh  no ,  mon  chérie ,  you  cannot  think  like  that !     something  must  ‘ave  happened ,  surely .     why ,  the  last  thing  i  can  possibly  remember  is  the  final  petal  falling !     we  were  all  becoming  nothing  more  than  knick  knacks ,  even  myself .     if  i  am  ‘ere  now  then  that  must  mean  the  others  are  somewhere ,  even  the  master ,  an’  if  i  am  human  than  the  curse  must  be  broken !     ❜             hopeful  ramblings  that  may  just  be  a  dreamer’s  wish  but  he  clings  too  hard  to  possibility  of  it .     not  just  for  her  sake ,  but  his  own  as  well .     the  thought  that  he  has  lost  all  his  most  dear  friends  is  one  far  too  painful  for  him  to  accept .

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˚  ˖   * ⋅   ⊱   ANDTHEBEASTT.

“I- I don’t understand.” His voice was so soft, a whisper really, as his head flickered from side to side in confusion. Bright blue eyes moved frantically from the street to his soft hands, while his feet - not hoofs but feet - stepped erratically on the pavement. There was absolutely nothing familiar, not even the fragile human body he had not seen in years. In his confusion, his legs carried him the wrong way and he found himself running headfirst into another. “My apologies.” He managed to murmurer to the other.

 his  fingers  fiddle  with  the  buttons  of  the  cuffs  on  his  shirt .     the  feel  of  fresh ,  soft  fabric  truly  is  a  wonder  but  the  weather  had  him  wanting  the  sleeves  rolled .     he  wasn’t  standing  straight  at  an  event  at  the  castle ,  the  slightest  slack  in  his  dress  could  be  allowed  &  he  himself  was  capable  of  dressing  casual ,  shocking  as  it  may  be  to  most .     his  attention ,  so  focused  on  tricky  buttons ,  hardly  sees  the  man  barreling  towards  him  until  he’s  suddenly  stumbling  back  from  the  collision .     he  can  hear  a  mumbled  apology      (  odd ,  the  voice  is  familiar . . .  )      &  once  he  gathers  himself  he  huffs  &  smiles ,  shaking  his  head  as  he  dusts  his  shirt  contently .           ❛     not  to  worry ,   no  damage  done !     an’  i  was  at  fault  as  well  mon  a ---     ❜            looking  up  to  the  other  ceases  his  tracks .    his  expression  changes :  shock  &  delight  fill  his  expression .           ❛     my  prince !     ❜           it’s  been  years  since  he  has  seen  this  particular  face  but  he’d  sooner  forget  his  own  before  he  forgot  the  face  of  adam .     not  the  beast ,  not  anymore ,  prince  adam !            ❛     you’re  here !     ❜            he  holds  back  the  urge  to  envelop  the  man  &  instead  tucks  one  arm  across  his  middle  &  stretches  the  other  to  his  side  as  he  dips  into  a  respectful  bow .     after  a  second  he  looks  up  then  straightens ,  grin  stretched  &  eyes  gleaming .     belle  had  said  he  had  been  shot  but  maybe  . . .  maybe  she  still  saved  them  yet  despite  that .     lumiére  looks  the  prince  over  once  before  meeting  his  eyes  again .            ❛     the  spell   . . .   it  has  been  broken ,  then ?     ❜

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˚  ˖   * ⋅   ⊱   NXSESTUCKINABOOK.

     —– RELIEF washed over the young woman tenfold.  if he was here, that meant the others must have been too, she’d find it safe to assume.  soon enough, her eyes began to pool, glossed over with tears.  while he’d held out his arms in pride, belle took that as an invitation to move forward, wrapping her arms tightly around his form in a hug.  she laughed in spite of herself as the tears begin to roll down her cheeks, realizing it was silly really.  “you’ve no idea how happy i am to see you, mon ami.”  she closed her eyes and took in the moment, allowing a slight of worry to wash away.  “does this mean … have you seen him?”  she pulled herself away and looked upwards, sniffling as she wiped those relieved tears away. she was positive he’d know EXACTLY who she was speaking of, as light brown hues gazed up at him fully of hope. not at all realizing that she was getting ahead of herself.

 laughter  sings  from  him  as  she  clings  to  him  &  in  return  he  wraps  her  arms  around  her  as  well ,  holding  her  tight  to  his  chest .     laughter  falls  into  chuckles  then  into  silent  happiness .     her  figure  is  small  &  soft  &  it’s  all  he  could  possibly  want  as  his  first  real  embrace  in  years .     his  nose  buries  in  her  hair   ---   she  smells  like  . . . roses .     yes ,  that’s  what  that  scent  was .     or  flowers ,  at  least ,  he  thinks .     his  sense  of  smell ,  though  unused  for  quite  sometime ,  has  not  forgotten  so  much .     lumiére  closes  his  eyes ,  unable  to  wipe  away  the  smile  across  his  cheeks  if  he  tried .            ❛     you  as  well ,  mon  chérie .     ❜            he  feels  her  shift  away  &  he  loosens  the  embrace  so  they  can  part  &  she  look  up   (  odd ,  since  he’s  used  to  being  no  taller  than  her  knees  )   to  him .     it’s  a  happy  moment ,  &  still  is ,  but  her  question  is  a  dampener  on  it .     a  click  of  his  tongue  &  a  sigh  &  his  expression  becomes  more  melancholy .            ❛     i  am  afraid  not ,  mademoiselle .     yours  is  the  only  face  i  ‘ave  seen  from  the  castle  since  i  have  found  myself  here .     ❜

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˚  ˖   * ⋅   ⊱   WENDYMORIAANGELADARLING.

Wendy raised her eyebrows pointedly. “Did you say something?” She asked, as she leaned forwards, absentmindedly pulling a dagger from one of her boots.

 he’d  been  simply  mumbling  under  his  breath  worries  about  the  rest  of  the  staff  when  she  spoke  &  he  glanced  her  way .     he  notices  the  dagger  &  quickly  takes  a  step  black ,  brows  raised  &  hands  held  up  in  front  of  him .           ❛     only  but  to  myself ,  mademoiselle !     it  was  not’ing  of  importance ,  please ,  i  do  not  think  there  is  need  for  weapons .     ❜