Tears from Stories Told *** [Queen Anne’s Revenge, feat. Wendy and Dipper]
@lost-girl-at-sea, @my-lost-darling, @thedipster
When Belle first had...heard the call of Bedivere or...whatever, she hadn’t understood why.
Why her, of all people?
Usually, her favourite question to ask was why? but when it came to this...she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer, because she was beginning to suspect there wasn’t an answer. Swynlake didn’t have a reason for the people that it chose. If it even chose. Or, perhaps, when the souls had been released, they had just catapulted into the first bodies they found. It was a funny sort of twisted logic for the girl who, her whole life, had wanted to be special.
The tricky thing about that was that she had never really believed she was special. Though, these days, she was starting to realize that maybe...being special had nothing to do with some divine intervention. It was the decisions you made that made you unique. And it was the people who loved you that made you feel special, even if you weren’t.
All that being said: Belle finally felt, at least, a bit useful in this whole operation. She was not the best fighter. (Though, she was getting infinitely better these days, with Merida and Arthur and the other knight’s help.) She was an excellent researcher. And she was one of the only native Swynlakers. Which meant she knew people.
When talk had come up of the fae realm, Excalibur, and retrieving it. Well--Belle had volunteered to get in contact with Jane. After all, she’d known John. He’d been her TA. (The last time she’d see him, actually, he’d helped her when her water had broken. It burned her that that memory was fuzzy at best.) She knew Jane too. They had been classmates, more or less. And Belle respected her. She hoped the feeling was mutual.
It had appeared so when Jane hadn’t just--hung up the phone when Belle had mentioned John. Instead, she had invited her over.
As per Knights of the Round Table Honor Code, or whatever, Belle had to take a “partner” with her. Which she thought to be relatively asinine of a rule, considering that she was perfectly capable of handling this on her own. The Darlings were not their enemy. They were going to help them. They were, hopefully, going to help each other.
The door opened after Belle had knocked briskly and she smiled. “Hullo, Jane,” she greeted the other woman with a reserved smile. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.”
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