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Belle listened quietly, but as Edelgard spoke, her grip on her pen tightened. As did her stomach, knotting and turning with disgust.

She couldn't help the thread of sympathy she felt as well. Maybe it was not as present as it should be (after all, she still wondered why people in families like this, knowing it was wrong, simply...stayed--but that was a privileged line of thinking that Belle wrestled with often enough to know it wasn't...helpful.) But, she did feel it. No woman, or person, really, should be treated the way that the Order treated their women.

Or, apparently, the Black Spider Cartel.

It made her blood boil just to think of it. How much would she bet that despite hunting magical creatures, this same cartel had nothing against showing them off in the exact way Edelgard was describing. The whole thing was unjust. It didn't matter to Belle that it had happened several decades ago. She wanted to hunt them down herself now, just for the satisfaction of watching the look on their faces when they realized it was a woman who brought them down.

"Do you remember where this was?" Organizations like this, she had learned, liked to go back to the same haunts. Stupid of them, but it just went to show how untouchable they felt.

"And any names?" It was asked, maybe a little impatiently, but when she looked up, her face was softer than it had been before.

@knightley--phillip

Weaving the Web *** [Phillelle]

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Belle did not spend as much time in Chapter Three as she once had, but that only made it all the more of a solace to her when she was there. The familiar shelves, the familiar books. She could still get herself lost in it. (Even if Hades had insisted on "organizing" it, even he couldn't compete with the old, worn bookshelves and uneven floors.) It was a lovely companion of hers.

And today, she needed it. The cases she was getting were meager so far, barely enough to pay the rent and she was feeling like an utter failure all over again. She needed something familiar. Something she wasn't necessarily very good at, but she enjoyed.

Case in point:

The bell had to ring twice before Belle appeared, pulled from a book she had pulled from the shelf and dove into.

"Hello! Sorry, can I help you?"

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@menodoramoon

New Haunts || Moonbelle

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Belle pretended to ignore the fact that he looked a bit perturbed at her having offered help. She was generally not someone who picked up on subtle emotions, but when it came to asking people if they needed help, she was always keen. (And had been around enough people who struggled with the concept to be aware of the signs.)

Mostly, she pretended, for his benefit, and pride, but also for her own. She didn't want to make things awkward.

But she was happy when he agreed.

She smiled, keeping it small (but couldn't stop the pleased spark in her eye), as she stepped up to the clock.

Gently, she plucked the spanner from him. "Alright, let me see what I can do."

It had been a long time since she'd held the bits and bobs of a clock in her hands, but they fit just as well as she remembered. Turning to the clock, she smiled up at it. It was taller than her (most grandfather clocks were. Perhaps, that was one of the reasons they were called grandfather. (She knew the real answer was they were named after a song, but she liked her idea better.))

"Hello," she murmured to it as she carefully reached her arm into it. "Let's see if we can get you fixed, hm?" She didn't even know that she was talking, to be honest. It was a little habit of hers, from living alone for so many years. She'd always had a fondness for objects, but clocks especially so.

@wolf-innsheepsclothing

The Clock Strikes - Welle

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EMILIA CLARKE ♥️ || Absolutely flawless - via Naoko Scintu's IG. (September 14, 2023)

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A trope that gets to me: 'guard dog' character and their partner who are both fully aware of it and honestly don't care/kind of like it. Someone says "call your guard dog off" and their partner does call them off. That person, their 'guard dog', is someone who is unreservedly, irrefutably loyal to them. Someone undoubtedly dangerous who is willing to kill, to maim, to obey, simply because of their love for one another. There's no manipulation involved— it is loyalty, brutal, dogged loyalty. And it goes both ways.

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Belle regarded Edelgard as she spoke. She was tall and delicate, willowy in a way that Belle could never hope to be. And she didn't, just for the record, Belle rarely thought about such things. She only did now because the older woman looked--breakable.

It reminded Belle of all the reasons she hated the Order so deeply.

She managed a small smile, but it wasn't exactly as warm as it could be. However, she did appreciate Edelgard's willingness. Did she trust it? That remained to be seen. But, if Edelgard was genuine, than Belle would be very grateful.

"I was told you might have some information about the Black Spider Cartel," Belle said, poising her pen on her paper. "Anything you can tell me about how to contact them or where to find them would be immensely helpful."

@knightley--phillip

Weaving the Web *** [Phillelle]

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Belle was coming to quite enjoy the Inn. She had, of course, been intrigued when Xuemei had first taken over, but had mostly left it alone. And then, she'd gotten caught up by Opal staying here. The demon situation with Ashitaka, of course, had made it all impossible to ignore. And now, with Ting-Ting about to have a baby, Belle found she and Xuemei had plenty to discuss. (She also liked to give her friend updates on Nago's progress.)

She was just leaving when she noticed Wolfgang, once again, fiddling with the clock.

"No need to apologize," she told him with a little smile when he turned to her. Her cheeks heated slightly, as she had certainly been hovering. And she had probably distracted him.

"Do you, uhm, need any assistance?" She held up one of her hands, wiggling her fingers. "I have small hands."

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@wolf-innsheepsclothing

The Clock Strikes - Welle

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Beauty and the Beast (1991)

“Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme…”

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Leia post in honor of Carrie Fisher’s passing which was 7 years ago today.

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@angel-milano

It was early on Wednesday morning. Belle was always the first one up most mornings. Both Hades and Toulouse were not early risers, but Belle had been doing it most of her life, because she needed to go out and feed Philippe and, also, open Chapter Three.

She liked the early mornings actually. The sun just cresting the tops of the trees, everything grey and orange, as if the world was just being painted with colours.

"Nago, good morning," she clucked to the little piglet, who was not so little anymore as she entered his stall. He snorted and awoke, snuffling over to her and then chowing down on his breakfast of scraps from dinner. She chuckled and pat his hairy back. Then, she moved to pick Phillipe and Angus' stalls before giving them breakfast too.

Next, she took the wheelbarrow to pick the yard. Victoire and Shuck trotting around her, enjoying the early morning too.

Until they stopped and Victoire's hackles raised. Shuck also turned his large head and blinked in the direction of the treeline. Belle felt as if she was being watched.

"Hello?" she said, her voice soft but carrying across the field. She moved towards the pasture fence and climbed between the slates. "Is anyone there?"

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Leave it to the Land *** [Angelle]

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@knightley--phillip

"Mr. Knightley, Mrs. Knightley," Belle said, putting on her most unaffected voice as she breezed into the conference room of her law firm. She had been the one to organize this meeting and they were doing it on her turf.

She had not wanted to do this, but she didn't see another avenue. From what she could discern, it was Mrs. Knightley who knew about the people she was looking for. Unless Thomas had lied to her when she had asked him. (Merida and Elinor didn't know anything, and unlike Thomas, she trusted them to tell the truth.)

Of all the Order who crawled around Swynlake, Phillip was the one whom Belle was closest to hating. If only because it had been him who had broken Opal's arm all those years ago. Something like that was much harder to forgive than all the rest. It didn't matter to her that he had seemed to reform himself just the same at Thomas. He would always be the man who had hurt her daughter.

Still, she needed information and she was the one in control here. Phillip's blood oath to her assured that.

"Thank you for meeting with me. As you can imagine, the questions I have for you are delicate in nature and your discretion is required to continue. Is that understood?"

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Weaving the Web *** [Phillelle]

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this show is pure gold

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Girl reading    -    Hans Versfelt , 2024.

Dutch,b. 1968 -

oil on canvas . 40 x 40 cm.

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Belle was really trying to self-regulate her temper. She was surprised at her own reaction to all of this, because she liked to think of herself as someone who was kind and accommodating. At the moment, she felt neither of those things. She felt like a dragon, hissing billowed smoke over her treasure.

She supposed it was one thing to be nice when out and about, quite another to do so in your own home. The Nook had always been Belle's sanctuary. When uninvited guests came to the door, it was generally an ill-omen.

Not that Bridgette was some witch or vampire or some-such come to call...obviously.

"Yes, she was," Belle said with a little smile at Tabitha as she watched Opal jump happily (if not a bit harshly) onto the girl's back. "Though, she was also just--trying to do her job."

Belle didn't really feel like she needed to defend Eboshi but...she did understand her, in a way, at the end.

"How has the hospital been, Willis?" Belle inquired as she moved to the tea kettle to put it on without asking. "I heard about that accident the other night--how awful. These roads out in the farmlands can be so dangerous at night. I don't know why someone thought cycling was a good idea."

@babette-durandd, @exsgttibbs

The girlfriend who came to tea || Beaubibbs

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"Oh, thank you very much," Belle said, still slightly flustered.

The thanks was both for the treats and the compliment. A compliment which made Belle blush, because she still very much did not feel up to the task. Now that it had happened, it all felt very rushed and foolhardy. She was still at the beginning of her career. She'd been fired. The audacity to open up a law firm was--arrogant, to say the least.

Still, Belle wasn't going to say that. Especially to the Fairy Queen. The relationship between the Hollow and town was important, and whether Belle liked it or not, she'd found herself in a strange sort of position of power in town. What she said mattered.

Which left her feeling particularly self-conscious and tongue tied.

"Yes, uhm, settling in well." She nodded. There was a pause. "Can I--get you anything? We have tea...water? Coffee too, I think. I'm not sure, Toulouse stocked everything."

@goldenxqueenclarion

Fit for A Queen ✨ Queen Rose

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@princess-ting-ting

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send me a pairing and i’ll fill out this worksheet