The Beast Within the Man Before You
Feb 24
Living My New Dream: Problems at Home - @ Adam
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“That’s it?” she asked. “Just apologize?” She twisted her skirt self-consciously. “But that doesn’t always work. Sometimes when I apologize, Eugene’s mad still anyway. What does Belle do when she’s wrong?”
“She apologizes,” he said, serious… then hesitated. “But…” he added after a moment, “I don’t always forgive her right away. That… is my fault, not hers. I have a temper. Sometimes I just need to calm down before I can forgive her. Usually I realize I’m overreacting.”
Maybe, when they fought, one of them was overreacting. Rapunzel wondered if it was her. She knew she cried a lot, a little too easily, in fact. Maybe if she wasn’t so sensitive, they wouldn’t get into so many fights.
“It must be me,” she mused out loud, not used to thinking to herself. After all, that was what Pascal had always been for. A sounding board, someone to talk to so she wouldn’t keep talking to herself. She’d talked to herself a lot before he’d arrived. “Thanks, Adam,” she managed, not feeling particularly reassured.
The handsome young man frowned, he could easily see that he wasn’t helping.
“He will forgive you,” he said. “Because he loves you. I find it impossible to stay mad at Belle for long. That’s what love is.”
(Source: runningracingdancingchasing, via runningracingdancingchasing)
You were my new dream: @Eugene
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Mrs. Potts smiled at him. “That’s it, dear,” she encouraged.
He was brought plate after plate after plate, and presented with more than enough opportunities to use his various utensils, all with gentle reminders for the kindly, older woman with the cheery tea kettle. It helped that the prince didn’t seem all that versed in which fork to use, either.
Eugene found it rather odd that he was supposed to be learning princely etiquette from a prince who seemed to need just as much teaching. As he ate his breakfast (small portions of each dish, so he could try them all), he decided this whole day was going almost completely the opposite of what he was expecting. “So,” he said, looking up from his plate and instead staring at Adam. “What’s on the schedule for today?”
“Cogsworth?” Adam asked, “What’s the schedule?”
Cogsworth cleared his throat importantly and pulled out a small scroll. “Horseback riding at 9, ballroom dancing at 11, lunch,” he tittered as though this were his favorite part, “and then manners and education,” he finished with emphasis, as the the later were the most important.
Eugene sighed quietly. So much for a relaxed day. It seemed meals were the only types of breaks they were going to get until the end of the day. He decided to eat slower, and enjoy the lack of lessons while he could.
“… So…” Adam said after several seconds of silent chewing. He had been urged by his servants - er, friends - to make an attempt at small talk. “How do you like…” he made a swirling gesture with his hand trying to come up with a suitable noun, “life as a straight man?”
He had, of course, been brief on the past history of the notorious Flynn Rider and his subsequent reform and attachment to the beautiful Princess Rapunzel.
Feb 23
thankya-eveninstar asked: Castleblocked by Lumiere
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The man in yellow raised his eyebrows at this somewhat unusual speech. She was certainly interesting. Actually, that was just what the Master needed! Someone bright and cheery to liven the place up. Belle was kind, and possessed a mellow but genuine sort of joy. This woman however was a bubbly, effervescent sort — like a fruity, light champagne. She might go well with some mild white meat and some fresh greens.
“En chante, mademoiselle, right thees way!” he said with a cheery smile. “I will personally give the grande tour!”
“Oh thank ya!” She said with a giant grin. She was impressed by his French accent. Charlotte began to hope that a French prince lived in the castle and that she would meet him. Of course, wedding bells would be ringing soon afterwards and everyone in New Orleans will be lining up to listen to her prince’s accent rather than Naveen’s. French accents were so much more alluring than silly old Maldonian accents anyways.
The castle was indeed vast and grand. It had so many spacious rooms and the decor was just darling! The castle buzzed with activity and people busily going about their daily routines… but where was the charming prince?! Why, it took the better part of an hour before they finally, finally made their way to the gardens, where, wandering with a thoughtful sort of air was the prince!
He looked up with startled, intensely blue eyes for a second, and then smiled warmly. “Welcome to my home,” he said graciously. That was the sort of thing a well-adjusted, non-agoraphobic, non-hermit type person would say… wasn’t it?
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Living My New Dream: Problems at Home - @ Adam
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Rapunzel cast him an apologetic look, and when Lumiere had closed the door behind him, she said. “Do you and Belle… ever fight?”
Did they ever fight? Maybe the correct answer was “did they ever!” In fact, they had begun to fall in love because of a fight.
He looked at her for several seconds then said “I… have something of a temper” by way of explanation.
“How do you… hold it together?” she asked. “The relationship? Eugene and I… keep having fights and it scares me,” she explained.
Adam frowned a little at this. He felt most of the fights they had around the castle were more than likely his fault and “it” was held together mostly by Belle’s unfailing grace and ability to forgive a thousand indiscretions a day.
“I… apologize,” he said, but his intense blue eyes looked… troubled?
“That’s it?” she asked. “Just apologize?” She twisted her skirt self-consciously. “But that doesn’t always work. Sometimes when I apologize, Eugene’s mad still anyway. What does Belle do when she’s wrong?”
“She apologizes,” he said, serious… then hesitated. “But…” he added after a moment, “I don’t always forgive her right away. That… is my fault, not hers. I have a temper. Sometimes I just need to calm down before I can forgive her. Usually I realize I’m overreacting.”
(Source: runningracingdancingchasing, via runningracingdancingchasing)
You were my new dream: @Eugene
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All seemed to be going well, and it didn’t seem like manners lessons at all until the kindly Mrs. Potts said, “Elbows off the table, dear.” And sometime later, “Don’t slouch.”
The young prince actually laughed at him until the gentle, portly woman added, “You either, dear,” and he sat unnaturally rigidly giving her a sour, reproachful sort of look.
Eugene bit the inside of his cheek, holding back a laugh, but he couldn’t help the amused smile that formed on his face when Adam was scolded by the old woman. He sat up a little straighter, thinking that this was preferable to being poked in the back until he sat stiff as a board.
Mrs. Potts smiled at him. “That’s it, dear,” she encouraged.
He was brought plate after plate after plate, and presented with more than enough opportunities to use his various utensils, all with gentle reminders for the kindly, older woman with the cheery tea kettle. It helped that the prince didn’t seem all that versed in which fork to use, either.
Eugene found it rather odd that he was supposed to be learning princely etiquette from a prince who seemed to need just as much teaching. As he ate his breakfast (small portions of each dish, so he could try them all), he decided this whole day was going almost completely the opposite of what he was expecting. “So,” he said, looking up from his plate and instead staring at Adam. “What’s on the schedule for today?”
“Cogsworth?” Adam asked, “What’s the schedule?”
Cogsworth cleared his throat importantly and pulled out a small scroll. “Horseback riding at 9, ballroom dancing at 11, lunch,” he tittered as though this were his favorite part, “and then manners and education,” he finished with emphasis, as the the later were the most important.
Feb 17
You were my new dream: @Eugene
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The banter between Lumiere and the prince was more amusing to Eugene than it probably should have been. This was most likely due to him being extremely nervous the whole carriage ride here, and the lighter attitude than what he had been expecting was a huge relief. If his ‘lessons’ went like this every day, Eugene decided he didn’t mind them in the slightest. This was by far more enjoyable than lessons with his previous tutor.
He was seated at a long table already laden with every type of breakfast food imaginable. It looked as though it may buckle under the weight of it all. “Have a seat” Lumiere said and as soon as both he and the master were seated he rushed off into the kitchen.
A sweet faced, round, elderly woman came out next pushing a tea trolley. “Spot of tea for you, deary?” she asked kindly.
“Oh, sure,” Eugene said. He didn’t expect them to have coffee, really, so he had to settle for tea instead.
All seemed to be going well, and it didn’t seem like manners lessons at all until the kindly Mrs. Potts said, “Elbows off the table, dear.” And sometime later, “Don’t slouch.”
The young prince actually laughed at him until the gentle, portly woman added, “You either, dear,” and he sat unnaturally rigidly giving her a sour, reproachful sort of look.
Eugene bit the inside of his cheek, holding back a laugh, but he couldn’t help the amused smile that formed on his face when Adam was scolded by the old woman. He sat up a little straighter, thinking that this was preferable to being poked in the back until he sat stiff as a board.
Mrs. Potts smiled at him. “That’s it, dear,” she encouraged.
He was brought plate after plate after plate, and presented with more than enough opportunities to use his various utensils, all with gentle reminders for the kindly, older woman with the cheery tea kettle. It helped that the prince didn’t seem all that versed in which fork to use, either.
Living My New Dream: Problems at Home - @ Adam
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corona-princess:
enchantressesunwelcome:
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Rapunzel cast him an apologetic look, and when Lumiere had closed the door behind him, she said. “Do you and Belle… ever fight?”
Did they ever fight? Maybe the correct answer was “did they ever!” In fact, they had begun to fall in love because of a fight.
He looked at her for several seconds then said “I… have something of a temper” by way of explanation.
“How do you… hold it together?” she asked. “The relationship? Eugene and I… keep having fights and it scares me,” she explained.
Adam frowned a little at this. He felt most of the fights they had around the castle were more than likely his fault and “it” was held together mostly by Belle’s unfailing grace and ability to forgive a thousand indiscretions a day.
“I… apologize,” he said, but his intense blue eyes looked… troubled?
(Source: runningracingdancingchasing, via runningracingdancingchasing)
thankya-eveninstar asked: Castleblocked by Lumiere
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Charlotte bounced with joy as she walked up the steps to Adam’s castle. She had never visited a castle before and was overflowing with giddiness as she knocked on the castle door. “Hellooo?” she called out, impatient to get inside.
It was a thin, long nosed butler in cream and shades of yellow who answered the door. He smiled at her broadly and seemed to be checking her out approvingly. “Welcome” he said. “What can I do you for?” he waggled his eyebrows as if he had hoped there was something he specifically could do for her rather then merely lead her inside and to the master.
“Well, hey there Sugah! Ah was wonderin’ if Ah could get a small lil tour o’ ya castle here? Ah nevah really been t’ one an’ Ah am dying t’ see inside! Ah read all ‘em Princess stories as a lil girl and mah oh mah, Ah just saw this castle an’ thought ‘Lottie if ya don’ do up there an’ get a tour, Ah simply will nawt speak wit’ ya fo’ a WEEK.’ So here Ah am!” Charlotte grinned widely at the man in yellow as if her long and drawn-out ramble was a good reason for him to let her into the castle.
The man in yellow raised his eyebrows at this somewhat unusual speech. She was certainly interesting. Actually, that was just what the Master needed! Someone bright and cheery to liven the place up. Belle was kind, and possessed a mellow but genuine sort of joy. This woman however was a bubbly, effervescent sort — like a fruity, light champagne. She might go well with some mild white meat and some fresh greens.
“En chante, mademoiselle, right thees way!” he said with a cheery smile. “I will personally give the grande tour!”
(via thankya-eveninstar-deactivated2)
You were my new dream: @Eugene
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veryinterestedinyourhair:
enchantressesunwelcome:
veryinterestedinyourhair:
The banter between Lumiere and the prince was more amusing to Eugene than it probably should have been. This was most likely due to him being extremely nervous the whole carriage ride here, and the lighter attitude than what he had been expecting was a huge relief. If his ‘lessons’ went like this every day, Eugene decided he didn’t mind them in the slightest. This was by far more enjoyable than lessons with his previous tutor.
He was seated at a long table already laden with every type of breakfast food imaginable. It looked as though it may buckle under the weight of it all. “Have a seat” Lumiere said and as soon as both he and the master were seated he rushed off into the kitchen.
A sweet faced, round, elderly woman came out next pushing a tea trolley. “Spot of tea for you, deary?” she asked kindly.
“Oh, sure,” Eugene said. He didn’t expect them to have coffee, really, so he had to settle for tea instead.
All seemed to be going well, and it didn’t seem like manners lessons at all until the kindly Mrs. Potts said, “Elbows off the table, dear.” And sometime later, “Don’t slouch.”
The young prince actually laughed at him until the gentle, portly woman added, “You either, dear,” and he sat unnaturally rigidly giving her a sour, reproachful sort of look.
Feb 13
