No one like Gaston.

[goldbloodedavatars]

Regé-Jean Page (001)

[gastonnlegume]

rctherodd​:

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Belle knew he was on another planet from her entirely. The only agenda Gaston followed was his own which included this very conversation with her. Everything he did she wondered what was the deeper meaning and what he wanted to get out of it. From all he’d ever said he had an idea about her but never knew who she truly was. She would be polite, there was a time when she was enjoying when she spent time with Gaston. Belle thought now that perhaps it could’ve all been a fluke, something else he used to get to her, not that anything else was hidden beneath the surface as she did. He’d almost fooled her. “Are you? Maybe all that hunting has come in handy to keep track of all of them.” Even though hunting wasn’t something that she participated in she knew how much the children must’ve enjoyed it. Lots of kids did growing up, though she usually stuck to her books. “I know it is a way of life, a waiting game,” she said looking back at him with a small smile. He was right but not about everything. 

“Well, yes.” Belle smiled, knowing it might be strange to invite Gaston and the children to come see her at work but meaning what the said. Then as he spoke his words weren’t those that she expected to hear but she tried to not overthink them. This was Gaston after all. “Perhaps we could go to dinner sometime and discuss it all. I think it’s long overdue.” It was time to put it all out there, they’d been skating around the truth for long enough. She moved with him through their conversation as she did on the dance floor. There was a grace about her that even carried out to there. “Not often,” she said honestly. It was special for Belle to dance as it reminded her so much of her childhood when her father would put her on his feet and dance around their small home. “But I make exceptions sometimes.”

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Gaston had agreed on having dinner with Belle, and he reserved a fancy restaurant in town overlooking the sea. It was perfect. He made everything perfect for this special date. Sure, she only wanted to "talk" but having conversations with her is a once in a blue moon interaction, and Gaston didn’t want to waste this opportunity on impressing her. Belle was still the object of his affection, the most beautiful little vixen he had ever seen. Though many women have come before him, enthralled by his own bravado, he still looked at Belle and saw a wife — his wife, to be exact. She was perfect in many ways, and though they don’t see each other eye-to-eye, she simply had a beauty he couldn’t take his eyes off.

His driver came back from the library and said that no one was answering the door. Gaston kept looking at his watch, waiting to see whether Belle would show up at their agreed time, and yet hours have passed and he had heard nothing from her. Gaston allowed his driver to go home. He figured she wasn’t going to come since the restaurant had closed. The Tavern was closed as well that night, so he went on to go outside and lock the doors of the Tavern when he heard a light voice and someone panting beside him. Gaston turned to look at her, and simply shrugged. "Guess you'll only be eating from a 24/7 pizza joint tonight."

[gastonnlegume]

//closed starter @bossbitchclaudette​

Gaston was at the Tavern when Claudette came in with red hands and blood dripping from her nose. He immediately went to her, taking her hand from her face to see the damage done. The first question that came to his mind was, "Who did this to you?" to which he asked her while her sisters suddenly came running to her. Gaston ordered LeFou to call in their personal doctor, making sure that Claudette didn’t have any more injuries that he should be worried about. He had no idea how this happened, but he already had that deadly look on his face while he watched as her sisters cared for her. Whoever did this to Claudette was dead meat, and Gaston was going to make sure of it.

"Tell me what happened." He told her, his face flushed with repressed rage. Gaston doesn’t take likely people who mess with those he care about, especially with Claudette. LeFou came with an ice bucket and a towel to which Gaston took. He wrapped the ice in the towel and crouched down, placing the ice on her nose. "I’ll get this straightened out for you. Claudette. I promise."

[gastonnlegume]

rctherodd​:

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Belle knew he was on another planet from her entirely. The only agenda Gaston followed was his own which included this very conversation with her. Everything he did she wondered what was the deeper meaning and what he wanted to get out of it. From all he’d ever said he had an idea about her but never knew who she truly was. She would be polite, there was a time when she was enjoying when she spent time with Gaston. Belle thought now that perhaps it could’ve all been a fluke, something else he used to get to her, not that anything else was hidden beneath the surface as she did. He’d almost fooled her. “Are you? Maybe all that hunting has come in handy to keep track of all of them.” Even though hunting wasn’t something that she participated in she knew how much the children must’ve enjoyed it. Lots of kids did growing up, though she usually stuck to her books. “I know it is a way of life, a waiting game,” she said looking back at him with a small smile. He was right but not about everything. 

“Well, yes.” Belle smiled, knowing it might be strange to invite Gaston and the children to come see her at work but meaning what the said. Then as he spoke his words weren’t those that she expected to hear but she tried to not overthink them. This was Gaston after all. “Perhaps we could go to dinner sometime and discuss it all. I think it’s long overdue.” It was time to put it all out there, they’d been skating around the truth for long enough. She moved with him through their conversation as she did on the dance floor. There was a grace about her that even carried out to there. “Not often,” she said honestly. It was special for Belle to dance as it reminded her so much of her childhood when her father would put her on his feet and dance around their small home. “But I make exceptions sometimes.”

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Gaston raised an eyebrow, surprised by her own response. He was so sure that she’d somehow scold him for his tendencies towards violence, and yet she seemed to be familiar with the game after all. "That’s true." He continued, though he was still hesitant to elaborate. Gaston kept looking at her, her features still somehow overwhelming him. Belle was tremendously beautiful, and though there was frustration in his head after being constantly rejected, there was always something so calm, and breathtaking about just looking at her face. It felt better to let her fulfill her wishes, whatever they were. She had a face that would pull him from his chair and give her what she wanted if she asked him to fetch it for her. "Well, waiting is the hard part. I know what it feels like to wait." He added, their feet were still swaying to the beat of the music. "I have been personally waiting, for quite some time. I guess there are games I’m simply not good at." He knew she would understand what he meant, and yet he was honest enough to let her know that somehow, Gaston still wanted her.

"Dinner? Alright, how about tomorrow? I’ll pick you up at the library." He was quick to take initiative, as such chances with Belle do not come often. "Cancel your plans, tomorrow. You'll be dining with me." As per usual, he likes people to adjust to him and not the other way around. Sure, he’d spend the whole night after this event planning for a proper date, but she wouldn’t know that. He’d have to let her assume that he was still merely doing this for himself. "Exceptions?" He repeated. "I like being an exception.”

[gastonnlegume]

rctherodd​:

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Belle knew this event was one that would be important for her to attend. Not only did she want to help but the library was making a big donation after fundraising all winter. Of course she made sure to be there along with some of the other staff to enjoy the festivities. On most occasions Belle wasn’t the type to enjoy putting on a beautiful dress and getting all ready for an evening of champagne and conversation. This was a special occasion so she put in a little extra effort. She hadn’t even considered the fact that Gaston would be there but it was no surprise that he was attending. He always seemed to show up places, at least this one seemed to make more sense than some. There was a time when she thought he might be different than what she’d seen from him and it was quick to be nipped in the bud. 

Seeing him approach she gave him a small nod with her head in greeting, taking a moment to tell herself to not be so sour tonight. It was supposed to be fun anyway. “Um…” She looked around for an excuse but came up empty handed. “Sure.” It was probably a bad idea to be dancing with Gaston, always having something to convince her that he was a better choice for her than Adam. A smile found it’s way to her features but she wasn’t sure if it was entirely real just yet. “Thank you, you look quite nice yourself.” She struggled sometimes to get around what they both knew to be true. It was difficult to trust his kindness when every move he made was so calculated. “I’ve been good, busy, you know. This time of year is always filled with so many other things to do before the year ends.” She made sure to leave out the detail that she’d moved into Adam’s home. “And what about you? How are the kids doing? They must come visit the library sometime for a reading, they’d love it.”

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Of course. He thought to himself, though this time he kept it to himself. Gaston had caught on to the cue that Belle doesn’t like it if he is obviously too self-absorbed. Nonetheless, of course he knew that he looked good. He always was. "Thank you." He responded with a smile. Belle was quick to speak, which he was grateful for. When the conversation shifted towards the kids, he felt himself light up. "I’ve been teaching them how to hunt. It’s quite difficult, I have to admit. I have to keep an eye on them every second." Most people do not understand that hunting was some kind of sport for men like him. There were rules and regulations, and it simply wasn’t something most people would approve of. Nonetheless, this was Gaston’s game, and he was good at it. It was also the only time that he allowed himself to be dirty and muddy. "Before you can complain, I’m teaching them first how to spot an animal and go unnoticed. I know you, you like to spoil my game." He chuckled, squinting his eyes at her. He was finally getting her, somehow.

"Visit you?" He repeated, furrowing his brows. He could do that, if he had the time. Nonetheless, Gaston always had a time for Belle. "I know we’re not at the right foot at the moment, and you’ve had your share of controversies. I don’t want them to see any tension between us. I have slipped the last time, I know." Gaston was particularly surprised that Belle danced well, she was actually keeping up with him. Her feet moved in unison with his, and Gaston found himself even more mesmerized. He didn’t like dancing that much, having had many women step on his shoe for missing a beat. Belle, on the other hand, was always wonderful. "Do you always dance?" He had to ask.

[gastonnlegume]

//closed starter @attadreyfus​

Gaston waited at the doors of his Tavern anticipating the supplier of steaks to come around. He had been standing for five minutes now, looking at his watch as he scanned the streets to see if anyone was coming. He wanted to add the option of having food at the Tavern, particularly meat, which was preferable for his audience. A steak was always a go-to, and it matched perfectly with alcohol. If he continues to grow his business, he will eventually be able to open a new restaurant. All of his thoughts were merely speculations if the supplier of their meat weren’t to come.

A couple of minutes passed by, and he was starting to get pissed off until a black car came around the corner and a gorgeous blonde girl came out. She was apologetic, and sweet, and she promised to compensate for the time wasted. Gaston simply stared at her, trying to collect himself as he had been fuming just a few seconds ago. "Who are you?" he could only mutter. Her looks didn’t scream meat supplier, but at least she came in person to meet him. Gaston wouldn’t have anyone else, or their deal was off. "I’m Gaston, I own this place, obviously." He extended his hand, this time gauging that she was an important person.

[gastonnlegume]

//closed starter @rctherodd​

Gaston scanned the party, talking to men who he happened to do business with. He was particularly picky about whom he conversed with, hating to spend time with people who he thought didn’t deserve his time. He was conceited and cunning to a fault, but he wasn’t going to apologize for his own ways. While he spent some time making connections among the wealthiest people, the apple of his eye came in. Belle was so astoundingly beautiful that he had to pause the conversation because his eyes simply kept still on hers. He could feel a certain pressure on his chest, his undying adoration for her— one that she never really took the time to notice. Belle told her that he was in love with the idea of ‘her’ to which he thought was simply foolish.

Gaston excused himself from the group, making his way towards Belle. "May I have this dance?" He asked, offering his hand. Gaston smiled at her, nodding politely at the lady in front of him. "You look good. You always do." He admitted. Belle was a star he always kept reaching for. He didn't care that she had a boyfriend. For him, Adam was simply a phase she'd eventually pass by. "How have you been?" He asked, trying to lighten the conversation despite how deep they had been with each other's feelings since they last spoke. 

[gastonnlegume]

//closed starter @bossbitchclaudette​

Gaston held Anastasia’s hand as the two walked towards the doors of the party. The two always had a complex relationship with each other, but they were of similar status enough that being seen with each other wasn’t something he’d mind. Anastasia was pretty and wealthy, and the two were already hooking up. It didn’t hurt his reputation to have someone by his side. They stood at the corner observing the party until Drizella pulled her sister away from him, excusing her for some influencer thing to do. Gaston simply nodded and allowed her to go, enjoying the rest of the night alone at the bar.

While he downed some drinks, he happened to see the familiar blondes coming in. The triplets arrived at the party, catching everyone's attention due to their fashionable lateness. Gaston only had to look at Claudette, catching her eyes while the rest of the crowd attempted to get their attention. He tilted his head to one side, motioning that she follow him out. He didn’t even need to say a word; Gaston simply knew she’d understand what he meant. Once they were outside, he waited for a couple of minutes before the door to the balcony opened, and Claudette was already standing in front of him. "Close the door behind you." He spoke, turning her and kissing her so forcefully that she leaned on the doors. "You kept me waiting." He spoke against her lips. "I don't like waiting." Gaston smirked, placing his hand on the side of her face. 

[gastonnlegume]

//closed starter @opheliafifi​

Gaston didn’t stick around the NYE after-party. He didn’t think it was beneficial to get drunk at the start of the New Year, so instead he went to drive Anastasia home and went to his own bar to get himself some drinks. He’d rather plan out the events for the tavern than waste some time with kids getting wasted. Once he reached the Tavern, Gaston noticed the lights were open. He got out of his car and walked towards the door, noticing that it was unlocked. This was odd because the Tavern was closed for today, allowing his staff some much-needed rest after the festivities of Christmas.

Once Gaston stepped his foot in, he saw Ophelia sitting at the bar, head down on the table, with a couple of bottles surrounding her. His eyes surveyed the room, and he noticed that she was alone. "Ophelia. You know that we’re closed right?" He had to ask, moving towards her and noticing that it was she who might have consumed all the bottles. "What’s happening?" He really wasn’t the kind of person to talk about personal ordeals, and he was hoping she wasn’t going to get into it. "Is this how you usually spend your new years?" He chuckled, shaking his head as he poured himself a drink. 

[boysappetit]

[gastonnlegume]

bossbitchclaudette​:

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Claudette didn’t quite understand what Gaston meant when he told her she would ‘never understand what it’s like to be a man.’ The fact that he’d said it though bothered her. She felt a head rush suddenly from the wine, and didn’t have the energy to fight him on it other than to say, “you’ll never understand what it’s like to be a woman.” So, she gave into his words and his touch. Hearing him talk about how they had more to do and accomplish together made her heart pound. She couldn’t imagine a world without her standing loyally beside Gaston. She would follow him to the sun despite the fact it would burn her to a crisp. “I know we can,” she agreed, looking up at him only to be met with closed eyes. “I will be beside you for everything we accomplish. I will never turn my back on you, Gaston.” 

Her hand reached up and gently rubbed his cheek. He had such a rough exterior but Claudette knew better than to take that to heart. She knew he had a soft side, just as soft as his skin felt beneath her hand– if not more. His hands felt cold against her skin as he pushed her nightgown up, provoking goosebumps to rise on her skin and a shiver down her spine. “I hope I’ve always been this sweet,” she uttered out. Her heart was pounding and every fiber of her being was screaming. All of this felt right, like things were falling into place, but in the back of her drunken mind there was apart of her saying this was going to end in disaster. In the moment she didn’t care. Gaston was her whole world and she wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize this moment. “Have I ever given you a reason to believe I wouldn’t keep a secret you told me?” she ran her hand down from his cheek to his neck then the collar of his shirt. “Why, is this going to be a secret?” she asked, glancing up at him. The thought that he’d want to keep this, keep them a secret stung a bit. That much she would admit. Still, it would have been a secret she brought to her gave had he asked her to. “Stop worrying about little things for now.” She undid the first few buttons of his shirt and wrapped her bare legs around him. “Stop letting so much trouble your mind. I’m right here. I would never let anything go wrong between us. I promise you.” She continued on the buttons and pulled him down closer with her legs so close that their noses were nearly touching. “Tell me, Gaston, do you trust me?” Her eyes meet his and she has a small, sultry smile on her face. “Because I have never trusted anyone more than I trust you,” she said before pressing her lips to his.

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Her words felt like honey—the kind of sweetness that sticks. From day one, Gaston knew he had her dancing right in the palm of his hands. However, he never considered to do anything about it because what was the thrill of toying around with someone who he already owned? He didn’t need to work for it, to make an effort, or anything else. She was his, and her words had only confirmed that even through the years, it wouldn’t be changing any time soon. "Good, good. I like you like that." He mumbled under his breath, his mouth occupying hers. He was greedy and rough, the kind of man who took whatever he could get. How convenient it was to feel her warmth, to allow her to pour her love onto him when he had gone his days empty and hollow. She was generous, and he was hungry. Drunken in bliss, he knew he had come to the right door.

From the softness of her lips, the trail of his kisses went down to the crevice of her neck. Claudette was delicate and sensitive to his touch. He had to be cautious about where his fingers landed, allowing the weight of her body to pull her closer to him. He looked back at her for a moment, her bright eyes looking at him with anticipation. "Yes." He answered, confirming her thoughts. Gaston kissed her again, wrapping his hands around her waist. He wanted to remind her that this was good—that what they had was good. "We can only keep this good thing to ourselves. Letting others know would only ruin it." He explained, though truth be told, he didn’t want anything to come out of it. In his head, he wanted her now. Her beauty, her body, and her words. He wanted to take some and then some more. That was all there was to it. He allowed her to take off his top before his hands cupped her face. "I want you not to tell a single soul. You and I should keep this sacred. A ritual only we can share. You cannot tell even your sisters, especially your sisters. Can you do that?" He asked her with stern eyes. He knew that she was devoted to him, but he needed her words. He needed to know that before he threads a path that he can’t undo. "This will just be our thing. Don't you like that? Us? Like this?" 

[gastonnlegume]

bossbitchclaudette​:

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Claudette’s eyes had already been dripping with tears but he managed to push the knife in deeper. “You don’t ever have to prove anything to me. You never had to. I’ve always trusted you and believed in you. Look how much I’ve been seen you do. You’ve grown so much and I’ve grown with you. You’ve always had me by your side. Why do you feel the need to prove yourself to someone so…never mind.” She sighed and shook her head, not wanting to fuel his rage. The only people that have been apart of Claudette’s life longer than Gaston were her sisters. She had very few people close to her but he was one of them and he always would be. If he never reciprocated her love Claudette would live with that. As long as he was in her life she would be able to cope. She never understood his infatuation with Belle when she clearly wasn’t interested and Claudette was right there. The whole time she’d always been there and nothing could ever change that. She loved him with her whole heart and as much as her sisters claimed they felt the same for him she hadn’t a doubt in her mind that she was closest to him and loved him more than anyone else ever could. “You’ve never been too much for me and you never will be. You’re fit right into the mold of my life.” She rested her head on his shoulder and sniffled. Saying things like that out loud hurt a bit because she knew he didn’t feel the same and likely never would despite how strongly she felt for him.

“Do you remember the day we met?” she asked, not being able to help the smile on her face. “I thought you were so rude. I could tell right away that you hated that place.” A small laugh escaped her lips. Even though she had a gut wrenching feeling in her stomach and a tightness in her chest Gaston still managed to make her smile and laugh. “I think we’re both in a much better place than there. We still have each other. That’s all that matters.” She briefly glances over as she tightens her grip on the wine bottle. “The glass of water I gave you in the kitchen. You didn’t bring it with, did you?” she asked with a sigh. “No,” she said as she brought the bottle close to her lips when he tried to pull it from her. “You’re not having any.” To prove a point she chugged what was rest of the bottle, which wasn’t an awful amount, but she sure was chugging for a while. When she finished it she took a breath and set the bottle on the table, almost immediately getting a head rush. Claudette hadn’t realized how close Gaston had gotten until she felt herself leaning back into the arm of the couch. Her eyes looked up and locked with his. She had never been this close to him in all her years of knowing him. His whispering sent a shiver down her spine as his warm breath travelled down her neck. “What are you doing?” she whispered before his lips were on his. 

Claudette couldn’t help but melt under his touch. His lips were soft and felt like they belonged on hers. She knew she should have pushed him away. She knew he was just really drunk and acting impulsively in the moment. Claudette couldn’t help but kiss him back though. The wine had really gotten to her as she had to keep drinking it so he wouldn’t. Maybe she was the one needing water now. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him closer, if possible. When his hands went down to the waist of her bathrobe and opened it up to expose her nightgown he was met with the sight of her in a lowcut silk nightgown. She felt very exposed in front of him and it sent a new rush of feelings through her. Claudette hated how she couldn’t stop kissing him but was loving every moment her lips were against his. She finally broke the kiss to breathe and looked up at him. “You’re going to regret this in the morning,” she said to him softly, her face just an inch from his. She could smell the alcohol on his breath and could taste it when she kissed him. Then once again she grew concerned as to why he was so drunk. She was so certain that he was going to regret just kissing her by morning. He was acting on drunken, clouded thoughts. Still, the fact he had made advances on her was enough to make Claudette’s heart flutter. “I’m not going to stop you if you want to do it again.” She knew she should stop everything right then and there but couldn’t help it when her lips brushed against his. “I don’t want you to stop.”

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Gaston listened as she spoke, though the words were muffled by the toxins circulating in his blood stream. Though she objects to his need to "become more", he was adamant that his life could only become better because he was simply born for it. For someone like Gaston, more is better. Perfection is necessary, and excess only exists for the weak at heart. A man can only provide through different means he is suited for, and Gaston wanted all the means for himself. He is a man of ambition, as much as he thinks that he is entitled to every luxury in life. "You’ll never understand what it’s like to be a man." He confessed, clearing his throat as he sighed beside her. A man’s game is ruthless, with a gun pointing at him with every move. Gaston had to be tough, manipulative, decisive, and combative to get to where he is now. Even then, it wasn’t enough, and it will never be enough. "We are in a better place." He agreed. "But this isn’t our destination, Claudette. We’ve got more to do, more to conquer. You and me, we can do this." He mumbled, eyes closed from the drunken haze.

It was this rare occurrence that made Gaston feel vulnerable, and he felt shameful about it, though he wouldn’t admit it. His body had grown weary from the amount of alcohol, and if anybody wanted to start a fight, he'd definitely get knocked down, though he wouldn’t back out due to his pride. Luckily, this was no fight, but instead a gentle caress from a woman he cared about. Perhaps it’s acceptable to lay down his defenses, even for a moment, even just for tonight. Claudette asked him what he was doing with his towering body over her slender frame. "I’m thirsty." He repeated, though he wasn’t aiming for the bottle anymore. She was warm, and soft like a Christmas chimney after a daylong hike in the snow. His hands brushed against her skin, lifting her nightgown ever so slightly to expose her legs. "You taste sweet." He chuckled slightly, mumbling under his breath. "Have you always been sweet?" Gaston asked, pushing his elbow on the couch as his other hand carried her above him. "Then let morning come." She had much to say, but Gaston wasn’t exactly in the mood for a talk. Everything about her felt right now. "You can keep a secret, can you?" He paused to ask.

[pomegranatesccds]

"I'd pay if you'd just know me." - Gaston

“Well then I suppose the first thing you need to know about me is that trying to buy me or my good graces in any way will not do you any favors.” She wasn’t very sure how she felt about this man yet. He had hired her to add some floral arrangements for his very mascule bar and while she was happy to do the job, he seemed to want more from her that she couldn’t figure out. Meg told her to be wary of all men, so she was, especially after Harold. “The only thing I should be payed for is my services, which you have done, and I am thankful for that. But beyond that I don’t want your money.” @gastonnlegume​

[gastonnlegume]

"Alright." He shook his head, raising his arms while he shrugged his shoulders. "I was just asking if you wanted a drink. I opened a bottle, and I couldn’t finish this alone without regretting it the day after. You know? I got a job to consider and all that." He chuckled, placing the bottle on the table after he poured himself a glass. He could feel the insane hostility she had for him. Truth be told, Gaston had no idea why. He was a handsome man with a lot of money. Who in their right mind could be hostile to him? "I think the Bimbettes will love your work. It’s quite magnificent, if I do say so myself." Gaston commented on the design. It was acceptable, even beautiful, because the green leaves matched his rustic antler designs. "I tried planting a tree once. It died the next day. I guess plants choose their owners too." Gaston attempted to make small talk. She was a talent, and he knew he could use such a skill someday when needed.

[opheliafifi]

"I've got a lot to pine about." - Gaston

Ophelia raised an eyebrow. “Over what? Are you a romantic, Gaston?” She was teasing him mostly. Truth be told, she really didn’t know much of her boss and especially of his affairs. She knew of the three blondes that followed him around hungrily and she knew that they gave her the dirtiest looks they could when possible. That didn’t mean Gaston was talking about them. “I never pegged you for a piner of all things, if I’m being honest with you. I mean, you seem to take what you want and when you want it for just about everything else. I assumed matters of the heart were the same.” @gastonnlegume

[gastonnlegume]

"Good. Blaise Lumiere a weed, and you know what we do with weeds?" Gaston raised a finger, holding a whiskey in one hand as he looked at her straight in the eye. "We pluck them so they don’t contaminate the good ones." He nodded slightly, drinking from the glass. He was glad that at least one of the women working for him was finally done with that chef. He was annoying, and he hated the fact that he had both Claudette and Ophelia involved with him. It was enough of a problem that Adam was dating Belle, but Lumiere liked to play games, and he wasn’t amused that his line of people were affected by it. "It’s settled, then. I’ll see you." Gaston slid the two tickets toward her. He had already paid for it, and he wasn’t going to take "no" for an answer. "I’ll come and pick you up later today. Tell them you’re off early because of me." With one final nod, he left the bar and went outside once more.

After the show, the two walked the pavement on the way back home. Gaston had to admit that he had a great time watching the show. He didn’t like the stupid singing, or the high-pitched voices of the people on stage. It was a form of art he couldn’t simply understand, but the performances were a spectacle, to say the least, and he liked that. "It’s true." He nodded. She was right about that. If Gaston wanted something, he had to get it. Thus, losing Belle to Adam was an offense against his pride. It was more personal than others thought. "I’ve only begun to realize that people are much more complicated than I thought. You give them everything, and yet they turn from you." He sighed, though he refuses to show a bit more emotion. Ophelia’s loyalty was in gray, and he knew that. "I’m not a romantic, Ophelia. I’m a realist."

[gastonnlegume]

"I'm never gonna meet what could've been." -Belle

Gaston had a straight face as he looked at her soft features and her feminine grace standing in front of him. "You said... you said you didn't want to commit. Belle, you never gave me a chance." It was infuriating to see the look of pity on her face. "I never wanted anyone else in this town than you. The first time I laid my eyes on you, I knew. I just knew." Gaston took a step back as he huffed in discomfort. There was a sense of vulnerability standing in front of her, wishing that she could have at least looked his way when he still had a fighting chance. What's more difficult for Gaston to accept is that of all the other women who were ready to throw themselves at him, it was the emotionally unavailable woman who never gave him the time of day that his heart had longed for. It was a cruel fate he had voluntarily placed himself in. "Are you at least content?" His eyes tried to search for any qualms, any sign that there could be a doorway inside her heart. Gaston knew he wasn't going to give up. "Anyway, just this one." He placed a children's copy of Le Petit Prince on the counter. "Someone's gotta read for them, and you sure have been busy." @rctherodd

[gastonnlegume]

//closed starter @opheliafifi​

Ophelia had been working for him since the day he met her, and just as Gaston had guessed, he was right that she was an eye candy. Men flock to the tavern just to see her face, and she is also good at socializing with them in a manner that gains their respect. She was good at being a waitress, and she was a strong asset to his business. Gaston knew how to reward people who bring value to the team, and Ophelia, though her loyalty was in the grey, was one of his best players. Gaston figured her falling out with the chef was the best thing to ever happen to him.

"Ophelia." He leaned on the table as he sat on the barstool in front of her. He placed two tickets to an expensive opera coming to town this coming weekend. "It’s yours. You’re free to bring whoever you want. Just not the chef, get a hold of yourself." He chuckled, placing both his elbows on the table. "You can bring whoever you want here. You’re quite a star, I’ve heard. Oh, and a glass of whiskey. Thanks."

[gastonnlegume]

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“Have you now?” Lucifer asked, curious to know more. He turned slightly in his seat to better face his friend. “What troubles you with them? I have heard rumors, but only that. Nothing more.” Lucifer nodded in understanding. “So, your name is being slandered by someone behind a screen. This is…not good.” Lucifer shook his head. “You know I am here to extend my help if needed.” At the mention of his sisters Lucifer simply shrugged. He hadn’t been keeping up with them much lately so he didn’t have much to say on the matter. “Fine as far as I know. I’m not really too concerned about them right now.” 

When Gaston asked about Laurette Lucifer was a little caught off guard. He wasn’t really sure what to say. He wasn’t involved with her anymore and didn’t want to overstep anything with Gaston. Once again he shrugged. “She’s fine. That’s pretty old news though. Nothing I really feel the need to recap.” He took a sip of his drink. “What about the other one though? How are you coping with her tarnishing your name because of these posts?”

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"Ah, Claudette. She’s… interesting." He answered truthfully, thinking the triplets had quirks of their own. Gaston had just realized how different the sisters were when they started working by themselves, and the numerous quarrels they had among themselves were his evidence of it. "She’s in charge of everything, as the oldest, of course. I do give my trust to them, although I think that their fear of me hinders their trust toward me." Gaston replied, taking a sip from his whiskey as he took a tobacco from his table. He lit the end of it and blew some smoke. "She’s not pregnant, if you’re concerned. It seems like the writer wasn’t great with details. I’d take her writings with a grain of salt." The problem, however, was that people believed the gossip blog. It had the power to tarnish reputation, and Gaston knew he couldn’t be on its bad side, at least for now. "I don’t know, Lucifer. This writer is bad news to me. I’ve got a business to uphold."