The restaurant was slammed, more so than usually. When word go to Tia that their bartender had flaked she did what she could and improvise. Running to the bar and severing everyone she could as fast as she could. Stopping at one induvial a bit longer to catch her breath. “I’m killing this right? please be honest?” she said with a laugh “what will ya have honey?” The nickname was what she called everyone.
her eyes were twisted at watching the figure move back and forth in such a fast pace. ❝ you’re doing wonderful, trust me! but don’t stress yourself out! ❞ isabelle mentioned to her, hoping she could take her advice. she understood how stressful a situation like this could be; especially when it feels like you have an ENDLESS list of customers. ❝ if i could, i’d most definitely hop over this bar and help you. although ... that would probably end in a disaster considering i have no idea how to make drinks. ❞ she releases a chuckle, brightening up the mood. ❝ hm. well, do you have any recommendations? ❞
Sophie sat tucked away in a corner of the cafe, coffee and book in hand. The noise of the cafe seemed to fade away into the background as she absorbed herself in the book. It was a respite from the mundaneness that was the shop, a moment where she didn’t have to dwell on those things. Suddenly feeling someone’s presence snapped her back into reality. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Did you say something?”
❝ oh! i was just saying how much i love the book you’re reading. it’s a very beautiful story. ❞ gentle grin falls upon her face, pointing towards the novel the other had in her hand. ❝ i’m sorry for bothering your reading time. ❞ she added, holding a book of her own to the side of her body. head turns to observe the room, noticing how FULL PACKED every table appeared to be in the little café. ❝ is it okay if i could join you? i promise i won’t annoy you. ❞ the brunette releases a chuckle, hoping she wouldn’t be pushed away. even if she did, she understood.
“oh, hush …” the blonde laughed at the praise from the brunette, “they’re just sketches! i could hardly even call them dresses,” aurora said with a shrug, “at least not dresses any of the ladies would be caught dead in, in this village.” these were the sketches she would never run by her mother, she’d get a lecture in a heartbeat.
❝ sketches that are incredible. what colors were you aiming for with the dress? ❞ she reassured her, bringing her cup of coffee towards her painted lips. isabelle wished she could afford something at the blonde’s shop; being tucked in RAGS and BROKEN STITCHES all day didn’t exactly fit the standards at avalon vale. ❝ you might need to teach me a thing or two about creating things like this. i’ve always wanted to try! ❞
“ – sorry, i-i can make some room!” the blonde said with a flustered sigh as she moved to get her scattered papers off the table. she didn’t mean to completely overtake the cafe table, especially when she was meeting up with someone but aurora got so absorbed in her papers and dress designs she didn’t even realize what she had done. “there, i think that’s better,” the beauty laughed, “i work best in chaos,”
colors of MILLENNIAL PINK flush over her fair skin, forming her lips into a smile. ❝ it’s quite alright, aurora! please, it’s no worries, ❞ it was typical to see the young blonde in this situation; always so busy and flustered. that just made ISABELLE enjoy her time spent with her even more. eyes are glued upon the paper in front of her, admiring the sketches that were drawn. ❝ you ... made this? you’re so talented! i mean, it’s no surprise — you’re practically talented at everything ever since i got to know you. ❞
⍣ ◦ º ◦ was that [ liza soberano ] i just saw? no, my mistake, it was [ isabelle clément ] though they seem an awful lot like [ belle ] from [ beauty and the beast ], don’t they? i heard they’re [ 24 ] and they like [ the torn pages of vintage books, silked ribbons tied around hair, smell of freshly baked cookies. ] and work as [ librarian ].
𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘀 ...
full name: isabelle clément
nicknames: belle
gender: cis female
pronouns: she/her
sexuality: pansexual
age: twenty-four
residence: lives with her father, a bit away from town
occupation: librarian
𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 ...
isabelle clément was born and raised in the poorest part of the beautiful avalon vale. yet, because of tragic reasons, her mother had died not long after her birth; leaving only her fragile father look after her for his heart depended on it. this didn’t stop isabelle for enjoying her childhood, no. the gentle touch of the tall grass bristling against her fingertips, or the flowers blooming on a summer’s eve, even the beloved time spent with her father would give her the sense of happiness she had longed to live in.
if there was anything that isabelle adored the most would have to be the chance to explore new adventures and tales that were simply printed on a delicate piece of paper. with her father taking trips off to work, isabelle had always remained home, finding her escape from this small town as her eyes are glued upon the pages that waited for her.
although, there was one story in particular that had always remained her favorite. the story of a prince with a cruel heart, only to be turned into a beast. if he was able to find someone to love, and for that person to do the same in return, the spell would be broken. isabelle was unsure the reason why it was her favorite; maybe it was because it just felt so familiar.
isabelle’s reputation in avalon vale remains low; considering others thought she was strange, constantly daydreaming about stories that could never come true. she wishes one day to explore out in the world; to truly find herself without the fear of anyone judging her.
even though she remained poor, isabelle had always remained grateful for the things she received in life. she didn’t have the fanciest dresses, or lived in the most glamorous cottage, but all she needed was the peace and serenity shared with her father.
as years continued to pass, isabelle now works as a librarian; shuffling books, or even helping the young children experience the amount of joy she went through with these stories. yet, she can’t help but feel as if she’s missing a piece of her life.
𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 ...
isabelle tends to be very outspoken, but shy at the same time. she’s afraid to open up every now and then, fearing she might be rejected.
besides reading, she loves to write as well! although it may not be published material, she adores to make her own tales that she had dreamt in her head.
if there’s sweet treats nearby, isabelle would practically do anything she can to get her hands on it. maybe that’s why you’ll see her at the sunrise patisserie every now and then!
coffee and tea are her best friends. the smell of the freshly brewed beverages makes her heart warm, as she was receiving a hug from her loved one.
kindness has always been number one! if you need help carrying groceries, isabelle is there. if you need someone to pick something up for you, isabelle has it covered. even though certain people have not been kind to her, that doesn’t mean she should do the same in return.
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 ...
give belle a best friend! she needs someone to always count on, and spend time with them 24/7.
a book lover as well? a person that she can bond with over books! they can talk about all their favorite stories ... and hey, maybe even write one together!
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