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I’m moving Maurice to my multi muse @espritdivise
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I’m moving Maurice to my multi muse @espritdivise
I'm moving Maurice to my multi muse @espritdivise
maurice & rosemonde edit: until death do us apart did not apply to them
Hello, it’s nice to see you again, my darling. I missed you, in the time we were apart.
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“…M-Maurice?”
It took her a moment to realise that it had been her calling out to him. She hardly recognized her own voice; it was shaking too much, was too raw… It had never been like this before but then again, never had she been through so much in her life. It was inevitable that her voice was raw from not being able to speak for yers, that tears had started to well up and roll down her cheek at the mere sight of her husband’s back. And perhaps it seemed impossible to just recognize someone from their backside, but she could. She would always recognize the man she so passionately loved and would never stop loving, there was no way that she wouldn’t recognize the other half of her soul. For so many years she had spend alone, waiting for the day that at last she would be reunited with him, with their daughter. The day that her patience and trust would be rewarded, the day she could end the suffering she had put all of them through.
“Maurice….Maurice, ma vie…”
Though Maurice would like to think his mind was strong and unable to play tricks on him after such a long fight to declare his sanity, as he heard her voice he began to question himself. The sweet sound was his name over and over again and he turned quickly to find the culprit to such a cruel joke, only to find his Rosemonde staring back at him.
His legs turned into jelly for a moment before racing ahead of his mind and towards her. She was in his arms in an instant and he let out a sob, for it had been years since he could hold onto his love.
“Rose? How in the world ---” He questioned once he gathered himself. “I thought you were gone.”
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Maurice when LeFou told everyone Gaston didn’t do shit
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‘ not unless you feel like running away, papa. ‘
“In that case I best get a head start.”
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“Oh yes, ma vie, absolutely the worst. How dare you pay proper attention to your daughter and sing her to sleep so I will not have to get up and how dare you play with her.” Shaking her head at his seeming insecurity, she approached him whilst rocking a slightly fussy Belle in her arms and reached to take his hand, squeezing it gently. “Maurice, mon coeur, you are not a horrible father. You didn’t even do anything wrong, she’s just being cranky because she refused to nap and then she turns to tears for the slightest thing. Now please hold our petite for me so that I can make some lunch?”
“It’s not that Rosemonde,” The anxiety of parenthood had met Maurice from the moment Rosemonde shared the news, and though he felt as blessed as ever to have a family like this he felt as though there was more he should be doing. What kind of life was left for his girls if he could not provide them with the best?
“I just wish there was more I could do for you both, more than this.” He gestured around the room. “You both deserve so much more.”
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many would ARGUE the state of his heart ; some would suggest that there was a void inside his ribcage, a BLACK hole where he’d ONCE kept a beating, caring, heart. some would reply that, without a heart, he would have never ventured into battle to save a country and it’s people. it was UNCERTAIN to say the least, if there was something like a heart residing inside his chest, but gaston surely had a brain and a desire for the hand of a certain missing girl. “ oh, maurice. i would GLADLY help you, but how do we know you’re speaking the truth. after all, it would be a very DANGEROUS thing for us to do if we were to march up on the beast. wouldn’t you agree. ”
He had never once approved of such advances from Gaston. Though he heard little from Belle on the matter he did hear the rumors that spread throughout the small village. One of the only bachelors left for the picking and yet any girl marveled at the fact he had chosen Belle. Of course Maurice hated the idea that the others disapproved of her, but he found no comfort in Gaston’s motives. Ultimately it would be Belle’s decision who she married --- if she did at all.
“You wouldn’t take a mans word?” His hands are shaking from the cold and from fear alike. “There are many things a man in my position might lie about but the safety of his daughter is not one! Now if you don’t wish to help me I shall seek it somewhere else.”
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“Everything I did– everything I said– what I allowed to happen rests on my shoulders, Maurice.” The amount of shame he feels is unfathomable– it weighs on him greater than the guilt he’d felt those five days. Abandoning Maurice in the words never sat well with him– but he followed along blindly after Gaston, riding his coattails as always. They’d been through so much– but he continued to question Gaston’s decision.
And now he was gone. Guilt and loss burdened his soul and clawed at his heart– he had to make this all right somehow. Somehow.
“I’m sorry.” The apology is genuine– Jacques hated lying. Loathed dishonesty but Gaston had used his wiles to manipulate the small man. It didn’t justify what he’d done.
For now, their discussion was private, secluded. Yet if Maurice wanted him tried–he wouldn’t argue. He’d accept the punishment for attempted murder. That was what he’d passively permitted.
He drops to his knees, avoiding eye contact. “I’m so sorry.” He whimpered as his eyes welled up. They burned red and raw but were quickly rubbed away. Men didn’t cry– an all-too-familiar voice reminded him. That didn’t stop the water from welling up, his breath from growing short, and his heart from sinking to his feet. Tears were unavoidable.
It had not taken Maurice long to realize wherever Gaston was Jacques was close by. Though at first he thought it a joke, his judgement quickly changed when he saw the friendship between the two. Of course that’s what he thought he’d seen. Perhaps that was why he went to Gaston after all, to appeal to the side of him which appreciated Jacques’ company, the kinder side of a harsh man.
Of course there had been complications to this, and as Gaston’s nerves worked up to his breaking point Maurice had been left for dead in the woods. His head hadn’t ached that way since he was a boy scrapping with his friends and yet the sensation was more grounding than it ever had been before. His daughter had been left at the mercy of a monster and everyone refused to believe him thanks to how he raised Belle.
Of course the apology was necessary for Maurice to accept Jacques as he was before, though the timing was rather surprising to him.
“My dear boy,” His tone is stern yet a comforting hand falls upon the man’s shoulder. “I believe you did what you thought was best at the time and I cannot judge you for that, I forgive you.”
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“Belle,”
Never once in his life had he dreamed of raising his voice at his daughter, and he had succeeded eighteen years into her life in keeping that promise to himself. However when the topic of her mother resurfaced too many times to count he found himself going a bit mad at the memories of his lovely Rosemonde. In previous situations he could calmly explain one of her many assets, her kindness, patience, but under such pressure he began to crack.
“Belle! That is enough.”
His hands settle on the desk, leaving a much anticipated silence throughout the house. He could not blame her for such curiosity, she’d only been a babe when Rose was taken by the plague, but he had tried to protect her from such heartache.
“That is enough....”
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