Belle LeClair

life is nothing but a beautiful lie [RP BLOG]

[oliver-petonson]

All These Lives (AU) || Belle & Oliver

[belle-leclair]

oliver-petonson‌:

She wanted to know what he had been doing on his own? To be frank he barely knew himself. It hadn’t been easy, no, but at the same time it had almost been too easy, He, if anyone, should have been spotted ages ago with the amount of press release they had around the country with his name and face attached to it. “I don’t really know what to tell you? It’s just a huge mess, not anything to brag with.” Oliver shrugged and stared down at the plate in front of him with a sudden hunger he hadn’t really felt until now. The last piece of real food had been two days ago, but barely that had been enough to sooth his stomach and fill his body with the energy it was thirsting for. 

He still had a hard time believing her father was so calm about all of this, but he couldn’t really speak against it without meeting him first. Belle was still throwing that promise against him, telling him no one would actually care whether he stayed for a while or not. He refused to believe that as well, and it probably mirrored in his gaze once he started to eat off the plate. How long had it been since he had been standing by the stove, next to his mom, making dinner for them both? To have her nag at him for using the wrong type of seasoning, or straight up too little? The memory forced the corner of his mouth to twitch and he turned his face away from Belle, staring over at the clock hanging on the wall. “What did you say your father was working with?” He wanted to steer the conversation away from himself for a while. 

“Oh”, she exhaled as he proceeded with his confusing statements. He obviously didn’t trust her yet, or was still too tired to force himself to try -- who was she to judge -- but it left her feeling a tad empty. Somewhat longing for more of an explanation. She sat on the basic, how far would that get her? The only thing she could say for sure was that Oliver did not seem dangerous to her, merely bitter about his situation. “That’s fine, I won’t pressure you. I’m just curious by nature.” A harsh fact about her, often digging for answers that didn’t belong to her and those she would be better off not knowing. Oliver, she guessed, was one of them on his lonesome as the second she had figured out who he was she had placed herself, and her father, in danger by inviting him inside her home. Other people, whether they were active in the hunt or stayed neutral, would supposedly had done better keeping themselves on the sideline. Let Oliver slip by without notice before they all pretended they had seen nothing at all to stay safe. 

“My dad? Uh... she’s an engineer. Tend to stay out in his workshop most of the time actually. Thus he won’t bother us. He comes in for dinner and an evening snack but otherwise it’s him and his ideas.” Although a humble and loving father Belle had never failed to notice how the death of her mother had broken him into pieces. He didn’t stray away from talking about her, sharing whatever he had left with the person he had left -- but the void was still there. Haunting him and his mind was best kept occupied outside. “He doesn’t make as much as he could with his stuff, he keeps it pretty local but it’s enough to survive on.” Belle smiled, nodding at the plate before Oliver. “How about you eat some, you need it.” 

[scarletwinstons]

[oliver-petonson]

She hadn’t known what to do? Well shit, that part had been clearer than a newly washed window. The part wasn’t about her reacting badly, it was her refusing to listen to him and his reasons. Perhaps if she had simply calmed down a bit and actually taken his words more seriously she wouldn’t have had to yell at him that way. That was the main point about trust and she had failed all of it at once. It had borthered him back then, it still did, as things were still in control and he wasn’t planning on letting go of it that easily. Belle was one of the reasons he had began to slip, Cora too. He wasn’t going to judge them for their reactions, but neither were they allowed to believe he was going to accept them back with open arms – he didn’t really expect them to do the same for him, not even with Belle’s sweet talk at the moment. “I tried to tell you what to do, you know.” Oliver couldn’t sit on that one, he had to make sure Belle knew where they stood with one another before she moved on. He had lied to her, yes, but what other choice was there? If he hadn’t she would have reported Galbatorix right on the spot, leaving him with no options and no choices but to live after the rules. Deep down he knew that had been safer, maybe even smarter, but his head refused to give in to admitting such a thing. “And what else do you expect us to speak about? The weather? I’m not really doing anything worth discussing, expect failing at life I guess.” He moved his stare at the empty seat across, nodding slowly. “Fine.” It didn’t feel right to refuse her the seat, though his hands started to dig for his phone in his pocket… just in case something went wrong and he needed a quick way out. “Glad to hear that.”

[belle-leclair]

“You told me to trust you, I didn’t.” Still a cynical with the need to prove people wrong, no he hadn’t changed that much at all. Clearly it would be a lot harder than she had thought to avoid speaking about their fight, and the problem as a whole. She wasn’t sure as to why she had expected something else but oh well, if it was needed she could try. “I didn’t turn it down to be mean, I did it because I care and because I don’t trust him -- I told you all my reasons during our talk, I shouldn’t have to repeat it. He’s dangerous and -- “ Belle cut herself off, knowing she was trespassing the same line that had caused him to burst the first time. She had told him his needs hadn’t mattered, that his reasons were small but even that for a good cause. Belle let out a sigh, moving over to his table before she spoke again, mostly to give herself some time to think. You had to thread carefully with Oliver, the wrong word at the wrong moment and she was out. His temper didn’t allow him to think twice about subjects, especially not this kind. “You’re not failing at life, can’t you speak about that... um, company as a whole instead. Don’t you have any power at least? Something to brag about? Ideas you’ve been working on?” He and Galbatorix were supposed to be coworkers, partners in this mess, so having Oliver pushed to the side sounded like a bad and boring idea. Why would he ever sign onto that? “I miss hearing about your ideas.”

[oliver-petonson]

All These Lives (AU) || Belle & Oliver

[oliver-petonson]

Oliver only managed to peek over Belle’s shoulder and at her laptop before she closed down the lid. Though, it was enough for him to spot parts of his own face stare back at him before it got completely covered by darkness. Had Belle been searching him, or the problem all together? The warning bells started to ring inside his head once more and he move towards the chair with his full guard up and running. It didn’t matter if Belle had done the research for her own, personal gain, he didn’t like her snooping around without his permission first, as it was bad enough as it was that they straight up published his pictures all over this awful country. He hated the camera more than anything else, almost, and the memories made his mouth twitch. 

“I slept well, much nicer than I’m used to at the moment. I don’t tend to sleep much though, no, there’s too much going on and…” what was he to say, that he still didn’t trust her? “It’s always been like that.” Not a lie, his sleeping problems were nothing new but even he had hoped for another hour or so before having to get back up. Instead he fell into silence as he watched Belle move around the kitchen. His throat was still soar and the use of it had to stay narrow until that burning sensation decided to disappear and give him enough room to speak freely. Not that he was famous for doing just that, but he did enjoy the thought of having his voice back. 

“Have you… uh, spoken to your father yet? Does he know I’m here?” Another thought that had stuck with him and made it hard for him to relax. Sure that Belle could be fine having him around, but she didn’t live alone and he had yet to meet this father of hers. Was he has non-caring as she had made him sound or had it just been a way to get him to tag along? “I’m not going to stay for too long though, he doesn’t have to worry.”

[belle-leclair]

He seemed cautious again, why? Was she sending out some bad vibes or was that just some trait he had? It was still too early for her to figure all that out and by the sound of it she wouldn’t gain enough to figure it out either. For some reason it made her shoulders drop as she put the food into the microwave, waiting for it to reheat for her guest. She knew it wasn’t safe for him to stay in her home, or safe for them, but it wouldn’t be that much safer out on the road either and why the rush -- it wasn’t as if Oliver even knew where he was going. 

“Once you’ve eaten I would love to hear what you’ve been doing all on your own. If that’s alright, of course. I’m curious. It can’t have been easy hiding away from people...” So, he had sleeping problems? For some reason it didn’t surprise her, he felt like a troubled person from the bottom to the top; like he was always on guard for something. The sound from the microwave made her lose focus for a short time while she prepared the last parts of the meal and putting it down on the table. She ended it by placing a glas of water next to him too before taking a seat again, staring at him with ease. 

“My dad? Well yes, he’s informed. I’m not too sure how he feels about it, but as you can see you’re still here and he’s not waiting to throw you a bunch of questions before throwing you out. He’s very much like me, doesn’t pay attention to the outside world unless he really has to and I even think he’s a bit curious about you too and ready to greet you once he comes back inside.” Belle pulled a soft smile, wanting to assure him that his presence wasn’t a bother to the family. “It’s fine, you don’t have to leave tomorrow -- you are free to stay for another day, just to make sure you have the energy to move on and... just give yourself some rest, no one is going to hate you for it, you’re doing your best.”

[oliver-petonson]

Her phone calls, yes he was very aware of that and it made him break eye contact and stare down at his book again. Him not picking up was not as much about not wanting to patch it together again than pure pride from inside. He simply worked that way: once you said goodbye he walked away and then he never came back, Belle was no different no matter what type of relationship they had been dealing with. She was clearly not supportive of his choices, though neither was he, really… but the point was not about that, it was about mutual understanding and they had completely lost it as of now. “No, you should know why.” Oliver didn’t feel like explaining, Belle was smart enough to figure out the rest on her own. She missed him? Was she saying that to make him feel better, or to make this meeting less awkward? A snort escaped him, moving his gaze over at the window instead. “I guess, and I’m fine though. Tired is nothing new.” The last part made him glance back slowly, his stare narrowing. “What do you think?” Dumb questions only called for dumb answers, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that Belle was at least trying to act friendly with him – so, even if he didn’t want to, he let out a sigh of defeat. His feelings for her hadn’t faded and he hadn’t stopped caring about her, far from it and the least he could do was to try. “How are you?” 

[belle-leclair]

His lack of contact made her swallow, wondering if her words had struck a cord with him. He clearly wasn’t keen on talking to her, that much she understood from his body language alone, though it was hardly anything new. They both had been stuck dwelling on this, Oliver harder than anyone. Deep down Belle knew, hoped, he saw the problem behind his actions and wished to take it all back. He wasn’t stupid, just insecure and... well, easy to gain control over. A negative trait that didn’t sit well with his old leader role back home. She should know why? Yes, she probably did. Once again it was insecurity and also a hint of stubborness and old memories. Even when they had been together had it taken him ages to relax around her and allow her inside of his bubble; she understood, but also not. He had changed during his months isolated from people, she felt it. “Right... I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to yell at you that way, I was just... shocked. Scared. I didn’t know what to do.” Belle licked her lips, turning her attention at her coffee. She decided to take a sip to buy herself some time and to allow Oliver to continue. His snort didn’t sit well with her, but she kept that part to herself and instead she put her focus on the parts that did matter. He had asked her the same question back, that had to be a good sign as he rarely asked questions at all unless it was for a cause, or for him to show that he actually cared. “How about we don’t speak about that today? Can I move over to your table?” Belle tried smiling. “I’m fine, work has been gentle with me this month, I’m blesssed.” Neither of them were fine, but the environment was not fit for the truth. 

[dailycarpenter]

Adelaide Kane talking about pick up lines at the 2013 PCAs

[oliver-petonson]

Why could he never do just one thing without it fucking itself up? He had picked this place in the hopes of avoiding people. Oliver’s head was moving in light’s speed while he watched Belle move for the counter. He couldn’t talk to her, and even if he wanted to, what would he say? Their chapter was done and over with and he was not ready to take up the pen to add another one yet. The things that had made Belle boil last time was still happening, so why bother. He couldn’t run away right at this very moment, right? Just pack his things and leave while she had her back at him? It was tempting, and he would have done just that if Belle hadn’t been quicker. Instead Oliver stayed frozen on his chair and continued to cover himself up, waiting for a fitting opening to make a run for it. Really? The question took him off guard. His plan scattered in front of him and he slowly lowered the book to glare at Belle, she didn’t look pleased nor did she sound pleased by seeing him. He had to stay calm, or at least try to stay calm. “Well, last time we spoke I’m very sure you told me not to speak to you ever again – I don’t see why I should be the one to throw you a greeting if that’s the case.” He tried to shrug, though his anxiety had started to build up inside of his chest, filling him with a need to move away as quickly as possible before something else happened in between them. 

[belle-leclair]

Belle stayed silent for a while, her eyes resting on his face. Was it possible for him to look twice as tired as last time they had spoken? Apperantly it was. She bit her lip, realizing nothing had really changed since their fight at all -- he was still working with Galbatorix, wasn’t he? “Right... I have tried to call you though, you never picked up.” She had regretted shouting at him and she had spent the whole week after trying to reach him, but with failure if that part wasn’t clear enough. Belle moved her eyes back at her table, wondering if it was safe for her to continue talking or if she should simply leave him alone but no... this could be her one and only chance to reedem herself, just a little. “Am I allowed to ask you how you are, at least? I miss you.” Her tone was gentle, careful not to stir up any deep feelings or fear, she knew how easily Oliver’s anxiety took over for him and she wasn’t here to cause that kind of trouble for him. “You look pretty tired are you still... you know?” 

[belle-leclair]

oliver-petonson:

This was one of those rare times he decided to leave both his apartment and the project behind to socialize with the world in his own little way. Socialize in his case was of course a coffee in some corner placed cafe with little to no people, whose voices was low enough to keep him away from a head ache. Sleep had been bad and it reflected both on his mood, and his facial expressions and no part of him came off as inviting of even friendly. The project was taking too much time and he wanted to have it over with already, even if he didn’t have much else to go back to once it was done. Oliver let out a sigh, flipping a page in the book he was currently trying to read. Though his eyes were more or less glancing over the pages in a try to make him look busy. It wasn’t until the door across the room opened up that he made the quick mistake of moving his gaze just enough to look at the person entering the cafe – leaving his heart to completely skip a beat and for him to almost jump out of his chair, cursing in repeat at the sight. The one person to enter was no other than Belle and Oliver was, for once, pleased he had picked a corner seat. Carefully he hunched in his chair and put the book up in front of his face, hoping it was enough to keep him out of Belle’s field of view. 

Belle’s head was far away from where it needed to be when she stepped inside the coffee shop. It wasn’t her typical choice as it was a bit too distant and a bit too quiet for her taste, but for once she craved something like it. Deep down she knew it reminded her about the things she missed, or maybe just the one she missed, but she wasn’t allowed to think of that... not now. Belle went for a black coffee and a small cake to go with it, her eyes dragging across the room for a good enough spot to grab. She decided on a place further by the corner, not passing the person clearly trying to shield themselves from the people around them. It made her pout her lips as she sat down, as that too reminded her about the person she missed. Always sticking a book up his nose to avoid confrontation with people, it was a silly tactic and far too easy to break but who cared? She liked it and -- it wasn’t until she had pulled off her jacket and started to nest herself down her chair that she realized why the person's actions reminded her so much about Oliver: it was because it was Oliver. Belle instantly sat up and turned around, eyes growing in size while she stared at the book cover. “Really?” she added. “You can’t even say hi? Don’t act like you didn’t see me enter, I know you did.” Their fight was still visable, she could still feel it in between them but it felt distant compared to the relief of actually seeing him alive and well. 

[oliver-petonson]

All These Lives (AU) || Belle & Oliver

[belle-leclair]

oliver-petonson:

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Belle’s eyes were getting more and more heavy be the second. The summer heat was taking out its right and with her own small adventure still hanging in the air it was simply too hard for her to relax. She had spent a good amount of time searching around on different news sites and ended up with the right type of information she had wanted to get her hands on: that being the background of her new guest. He had been right about his name, Oliver Petonson, even if he hadn’t mentioned his last name the papers had been shouting it out at their readers. There had been pictures too, showing off a more proper and well mannered young man with his dirty blond hair tidy and with clothes fitting for the role he was supposed to play. It was all real, and that part was the hardest to believe. For some reason there had been a magic society hidden among them for ages and no one had noticed until now… and she had the leader sleeping in the room next door. Deep down he felt a bit too young to be a leader, the papers had told her he was 25 and it made her shudder to think about the amount of work that came with a job like his at such a young age.

Belle switched position but she didn’t get much further than that before Oliver’s voice cut her off and made her jump. Placing a hand over her chest she turned around to stare at the man, but the words she wanted to throw out got stuck and she ended up just glaring at him instead. There weren’t much differing from the pictures she had seen and the real deal and much like her thoughts before it was impossible for her to avoid his soft, but handsome features and stiff posture. His hair was still damp, but it didn’t matter to her as she was happy he had managed to scrub off everything that made him look worse than he probably felt. 

“Good morning, and no need to thank me”, Belle assured and pointed at the chair closest to her. She carefully put down her laptop lid, not wanting him to waste his energy on the problem before having a bite and something to drink at first. “Hold on, I’ll get you some food and after that we can talk. Did you sleep well? I expected you to be out a bit longer than that.”

[oliver-petonson]

All These Lives (AU) || Belle & Oliver

[belle-leclair]

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To drag this poor, half beaten by life guy all the way back home ended up being tricky. As he could barely walk Belle had to use most her own strenght to keep him standing and that part was hard on its own. She had done her best to keep a light chat going, even if Oliver couldn’t reply back it seemed to release some tension in between them and it made the walk somewhat more bearable for them both. Her dad had still been stuck inside his workshop, thankfully, as she had to come up with a way to explain this to him later during the day. It wasn’t for long, as she had spoken herself, but she had a feeling her dad would not enjoy finding a stranger in his home without knowing why. 

Without hesitation she had led Oliver into the guest bedroom at the bottom floor, pointed at the bathroom for once he woke up again and needed a shower and told him her own bedroom was on the floor above and that he could come ask her for help at any time. A towel had been placed outside the room together with some new, fresh clothes one of her cousins had left behind during their last visit. If they fit or not was left to see. 

At current time it was past eight in the evening, dinner had since long been cooked and eaten, her discussion with her father had ended somewhat alright and he even seemed to look forward meeting this so called leader everyone was so eager to discuss. Oliver on the other hand had not showed himself yet, but neither had she thought he would either. To be honest it would even be better if he stayed down until morning, seeing how exhausted he had looked. It made Belle slap her leg and realise she should start to dig out some information about his people, if there were any to find, and not before long had she switched out her dinner plate to her laptop -- wondering just what type of treasures to find. 

[shirazade]

Auditioning is extremely bizarre. Just being an actor is extremely bizarre, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

[oliver-petonson]

All These Lives (AU) || Belle & Oliver

[belle-leclair]

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Oh he was still trying to pull that stern tone at her, wasn’t he? He could barely move, not even stand and he still had the nerve to decline her offer of help. She understood why, but she was safer than these roads and that was for sure. Just because she didn’t care about those news being spread around didn’t mean a neighbour wouldn’t and... wait, did this mean there was really magic in this world? Actual real magic like the ones you read about in books? It made her suddenly inhale as she stared at the man, her head searching for his name that she probably must have read at least once while flickering through. Something on E, maybe? P? She had seen a P, yes she had but not as his first name. She wanted to ask, but the way his voice cracked when he spoke made her cring and wish for him to at least get some water before he replied to any more questions. 

“I know you’re on edge and scared, I would be too but you have to trust me. I live just a tiny bit away from here, it’s a house away from the road and it’s only me and my dad. All I’m asking is that you come get some food, maybe a shower and hopefully some rest. I can help you research something if you need it, I just don’t want to leave you here all alone - you’re on the road after all.” She grimaced a bit at the last part of his words. “Sorry about that, but I will have to touch you since I don’t think you have what it takes to walk on your own.” Belle held out her hand his way, every part of her wishing for him to grab it and allow her to lead the way. “You should probably shave too, just saying.” She joked, smiling at him. “Myabe it’s too much for you right now, but what’s your name? I can’t remember, but please only say it if you know your voice can take it. f not, wait for later.”

[belle-leclair]

irenehart:

“Do you meet rudes ones?” Irene asked while she raised an eyebrow. She didn’t mind the compliment, but thus far she hadn’t met any real bad people inside this place. Some were open about whom they were and where they came from, others were a bit more stiff but never unkind in any way. “And why didn’t you speak to people?” She knew she was starting to become nosy, but it was simply in her nature to wish to know people and their stories. She had always been like that and Belle had her full attention and interest. A heart of gold and a mind of platina, if anything this place needed more people like her. Her comment however made Irene fall into a fit of laughter, placing a hand over her chest while she tried to calm herself down. “Right? Tell a guy you know how to fight and they start to feel useless almost right away since they don’t have much else to brag with. They want to do that damsel in distress fantasy so badly and then they have the nerve to call women cheap for dreaming about meeting our prince. At least our day dreams are more harmless. I like guys who can stand equal to you and not feel any less or more for doing so.” Belle seemed eager to drop that topic, so she allowed it to slip for now, knowing better than to push too far. “We live in a world were you’re shamed for everything, of course people aren’t going to be open. I wish though, I really do. I was almost going to ask you why but then… well maybe you are?” It wasn’t long after that until Irene suddenly dropped her shoulders a bit, staring over at her now heartbroken friend. “Oh.” Irene said carefully. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. That’s a shame, you seemed very happy about your relationship before.” It was true, Belle had never spoken a bad word about her now ex boyfriend and they had seemed happy together so why break up? “What happened?”

“No, not really... maybe one or two, but it doesn’t happen often. I think most of them are scared rather than rude, you know. It’s a big change and you have no idea what or who they really are.” As she knew it wasn’t that hard to fake your own identity, since thet had happened before and probably would happen again too. It didn’t matter how much security there was, it was too easily to slip by. “I didn’t connect well with them, I guess. I was a woman with knowledge beyond my beauty, people didn’t like that they thought it was abnormal and tried to shame me for it.” It didn’t bother her much, women were mere props back in her time and she wouldn’t have had much in common with anyone anyway. Her smile grew wider at Irene’s fit and it dn’t take long for her to fill in with her own, knowing this was something she could discuss for hours. “I take that as you have met a few men like it? Ouch. Hm, I’m still living in that day dream a bit, I blame books for that they always have that nice fairy tale ending I love so much. I would do fine without it but I wouldn’t decline it happening either. I can stay away from being a damsel though, bleh.” Belle wrinkled her nose a bit, feeling her shoulders drop. “That part hasn’t changed much. Something is always going to be weird or out of place and people are always quick to judge the things they don’t understand. That’s all it is, people not understanding.” Her cheeks became somewhat hotter at Irene’s hint, knowing who she was referring to. How foolish she had been. Though, she held up her hand in the air at Irene’s sudden pity. “Don’t worry, it’s all fine. I am happy about it but... we went into a fight and my temper took over, nothing too big. He’s just being stupid, which isn’t that uncommon if you ask me. We will sort it out I’m sure.” That, or it was to end badly. What she wouldn’t do for an update of some sort from him.

[belle-leclair]

A Fairytale Ending || Task

Breathe in, breathe out; it was the only thing her head had kept trying to tell her for the past five minutes of last minute fix ups. Everyone was waiting for her, the guests invited by both her and the second main person of this big event. Belle pulled a hazel lock away from her face, a nervous gesture she refused to let go off; especially today. Her hair was the perfect match for her cream white dress, one that had been made to fit her own body down to every seam and inch. She had been in this exact position once in her life, a few years back right at the start of her twenties and that was probably the part that made her hesitate the most. She had stepped into the wrong ending with the wrong man, wishing for a life like the ones in all of her favorite magical stories. She had lost it almost as quickly and for a while she had spent every night wondering if she was ever to find it again. Yet, here she was: dressed in the finest of silk, a bouquet handpicked by one of her closest friends with flowers describing her journey in life and even the things she hoped to come.

Belle pushed a smile upon her lush lips, stepping up and right next to the man that was her father-in-law to be. Every part of that man’s face was filled with pride, shining brighter than an evening star on a cloud free night. It hurt her, of course, to know that her own father couldn’t attend and give her away for a second time but to gain something you also had to lose something, and she had lost all too much to let this new life of her slip away through her fingers. “I’m ready”, she said in a soft tone and not before long the double doors leading into the church swung open, and it made her feel like she was stepping right into another world. Why they had even picked a church was mostly out of old habit than anything else, seeing as the person waiting on the other side happened to be everything but happy to connect himself with religion. But the place had been hers to pick, and so she had, no one had a say in that matter.

The adoring tones to that awfully familiar melody was her start sign as she casually switched the flowers in her hand to make sure they stayed visible at all times – then William hooked arms with her, giving her no more reasons to hold on to the moment at hand. Everyone’s eyes turned to stare as they both moved down the aisle, but Belle wasn’t looking back even if she wished to do so. No, her own eyes rested on the suited man standing and waiting at the other side, waiting for her of all the people in the world. Her stomach turned into a knot, a pleasant one thankfully enough, as she was finally allowed to smile at the one that had been holding her heart every since he had been rude enough to tell her his name. It was almost funny how destiny worked, how she had been in such an unlucky state only to be picked up by someone so lovely and understanding. They understood each other, they always had and always would, and if she could spend the rest of her life making sure he stayed just as happy as he the way he looked today: she wouldn’t hesitate even once.

When the music stopped and Belle had taken her place next to the groom, she glanced over and formed a quiet: “Hey.” She wished she was allowed to comment on his looks too, but that had to wait. At the moment she was already busy being bound by his face, how those intense grey eyes always sucked her in and left her speechless and to make it worse they seemed to shimmer with life and love. All of that was because of and for her, how giddy it made her feel. She almost wanted to ruffle his dirty blond hair to piss him off, just to get things back to normal for a second, to remind her this was real. But he was happy, and he of all people deserved to be happy too. Her smile got even more tender as she reached out to nudge his hand a bit, knowing he was probably more nervous than he wanted to openly admit around the mass of people staring. That stoic charm, she hoped it would never disappear and –

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“Hey, Belle, can you fax this for me?”

Belle suddenly sat up, staring around her and at the person that had been speaking. He had placed a small stack of papers right upon her desk, which made her sigh to herself and slowly nod as an answer. This boring job and all its papers… her head had just started to paint the best part of the wedding, why did people always interrupt every time that happened? Oh well… it had only been a day dream after all, a silly one at that too. With a yawn Belle picked up the papers and turned over to the fax machine resting to her right. Only two more hours to go, she thought as the day dream started to fade away and left her inside her boring, grey reality.  

[belle-leclair]

irenehart:

“You have lots of time to do so! If you ever get stuck just poke me and I’ll help you out. At least I can be helpful in some way.” She rolled her eyes a bit, but more in a amused way rather than serious. She had always been unable to talk down at herself, which was sometimes good and sometimes bad – depending on the reason and time. “Oh! That’s still good though, but yes thank you for landing me in such a French ridden place. Very happy about that, phew. Talking to people is more effectful than simply reading from a book, helps you understand the words instead of just trying to translate them and then never use them. I had a couple of guy friend growing up and at home, some had that god complex you just had to deal with, while some were more decent. But they have the power and you need to play them to get around, isn’t that so?” Irene placed a hand on her hips, taking a step away from Belle. So she was hiding something from her, once again her senses had been right. “It’s all fine, it’s not as if I’ll go write an article about that. I got more interesting things to dig into, but I’d love to help in case I can.” Soon she changed her posture again, clapping her hands together. “Pansexual means that you’re more attracted to what a person has to offer, rather than their gender. Personality is what drags you in and makes you either fall in love or get a desire. It’s not just because they’re handsome or beautiful. Demisexual means you need to form a steady bond with a person before feeling attraction towards them, often happens between friends and so since you know them and feel more safe with them. A bit tougher and no one night stands, I’m afraid. Then there are a few more, like asexual, which means you feel almost to none, or no, sexual attraction at all. It’s super interesting!” Irene let out a sigh, sinking a bit at the thought. “Maybe, I don’t know, it’s been a while. How are things going for you? I haven’t seen that blond man of yours since he stopped teaching.”

“Thank you, that’s very kind. I almost wish you had poked your head in here sooner, we need more open and helpful ones around here.” Irene was indeed kind, if not a bit easy going. It was almost like she went through her own troubles with way too much ease, making Belle wonder if it was her way of coping with it or if she was genually this happy and upbeat. “Yes, I didn’t speak to a lot of people back home so I’m glad I got a chance to start over here. I like reading too, but talking is more effective.” Just the thought of men with a a god complex made her shiver, she could still remember their gross hands move across her body like they owned her and was free to do anything their drunked heads told them to. You had to cherish the better ones, take care of them and use them as a mentor for the lesser ones. “I don’t think women knows how much power we actually got over men, and that’s why they’re so scared of us. A wink here and there, offer them a few kisses and you basically have a meal.” She didn’t know Irene enough to be able to tell that, but she trusted her enough - just not with this. Mostly because this was more about Oliver than her, it didn’t feel right to spread those news. Belle gave her a warm smile, hoping that was enough. “I see, that’s very interesting. I wish people were more open about sharing stuff like these, I think it makes for good topics... as long as you don’t ask the wrong questions. I almost wonder in case I’m not pansexual now”, she said with a laugh, yet being a tad more serious. That until she suddenly got a bit stiffer, as Irene had walked right into that same corner again. “We’re not... um... we broke up”, she said and looked away, hugging her arm a bit. It still hurt to admit that, how she had been so clumsy. 

[oliver-petonson]

All These Lives (AU) || Belle & Oliver

[belle-leclair]

oliver-petonson:

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Belle narrowed her stare at the man, mostly due to his short and raspy answer. He was in no position to deny himself her help, unless he had a reason not to trust someone like her. It made her move up off the ground and brush off some grass from her long dress, feeling the tender fabric against her fingertips. Oh how she adored summer and everything it brought to the world, like moments like these. She looked up as she saw the person try to move up off his own seat and she stopped and simply stared for a short while. His face was still far away from being in the open and it still annoyed her, just as much as it made her more curious as to why. Her thought didn’t stick for long as the man suddenly tumbled back down and she jumped forward, arms in the air and ready to catch him even if she was way too far away to do so. Her arms fell to her side as she realized he was fine, as he could be, and let out a sigh of relief.

“Don’t do that to yourself”, she muttered a bit sharp, like she wanted to scold him for trying to move. She didn’t have that power over a stranger, but she was just far too used doing that with other people so it didn’t matter to her. Belle carefully moved to a spot right next to the rock, her fingers now tapping the man’s shoulder lightly. She wanted him to at least look at her. Either way he was in no position to chat with her or even as much as tell her where he was from, but he quickly shy away from her touch, leaving her with nothing.

Before she thought about it twice, Belle suddenly sat down with her knees to the ground while she did her best to glance between his hands. When she was unable to spot anything she soon grabbed one of his hands and pulled it away, only carefully making sure the gesture wouldn’t make him fall backwards or off the rock. At first she didn’t understand why, but his face came off as familiar to her. Covered in dirt and rough stubble, of course, what else would you expect from someone dressed his way? He had soft features, not one of those awfully square jaws females seemed to be so eager to swoon over – but his features were handsome no less. His eyes were tired, hollow almost and it made her swallow. He came off as lost, like a child that had just lost the sight of his mother and would do anything to gain her back. Belle’s heart skipped a beat, but only because she recognized him – the man in the paper.

She let go off his hand, backing off as her head started to connect the dots. No wonder he wanted her to go away! She covered her mouth, letting out a gasp. “It’s you… oh no, I’m so sorry.” What was she going to do? No way she could just leave him out here, all exposed and alone. “You can’t stay here, you really need to come with me, please.”

[oliver-petonson]

All These Lives (AU) || Belle & Oliver

[belle-leclair]

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Belle took a step back, tilting her head slightly at the man. He came off as defensive, or just closed off, mostly due to the fact that he hadn’t replied to her back with actual words. A quick shake with his head before he had gazed away from her, how rude. But maybe he didn’t know French? That was a high possibility and it made her tip on her feet a bit, knowing her English wasn’t very steady. However, something within his stare told her otherwise and it made her purse her lips – something about him seemed familiar, but she couldn’t figure out why.

“I’m sorry”, she said with a soft tone, hoping it was enough to calm him down a bit. “I didn’t mean to upset you, you just looked like you needed some help.” Should she leave? No, impossible… “Hey, can you at least look at me?” Belle took a step to the left, trying to get a better grip of his face but he seemed everything but eager to share that part of himself. He was dirty from top to toe, like you’d assume a homeless person would look like and it made her shiver a bit. If he simply needed a place to stay during the night, a shower and some food, neither she nor her dad would mind the company. They did have a guest room and his clothes could do well with a washing or two. In the end it felt as if he was ready to run away from her at any second and that made her take place down on the ground two feet away from where he sat.

Picking the grass around her legs she continued to stare with wonder and worry, hoping he was to trust her just a tiny bit. “You don’t have to worry, you know. If you can’t speak, or don’t want to, just shrug and I won’t force you. You just look like you could need some help and I don’t mind giving it to you. I’m Belle, I live just up ahead, it’s not a long walk at all.” She wanted to ask for his name back but stopped herself to allow him to speak, or shrug, first. No need to rush, she had all day. “You look like hell, to be honest and it’s really hot outside.”