Harringroveweek Day 3-
Tonight's Grimm Story: Beauty and the Beast
"For who could ever learn to love a beast?" Billy recites in a dull, pantomime drawl, their eyes a river of untold stories buried deep beneath the surface.
"Don't... don't say that," Steph whispers, wrapping her robe tighter.
"What? Beast? That's what I am, Harrington! That's all I am."
"Stop saying it!"
"Does the word offend you? Does it scare you? Good! Go on, get the fuck out of here."
Shaking like a leaf, Steph steps into the candlelight, revealing elongated teeth and blood-red eyes. "I can't."
To their credit, Billy remains calm, even letting out a dry chuckle. "I see," they say almost sorrowfully. "We always find each other, don't we?"
Steph allows her aching mouth to curl into a sad excuse for a smile. "We aren't in the dark, though."
Billy reluctantly tears their eyes away from her and the candelabrum, uniting with the shadows once more. "Yeah? Well, maybe that's where some of us belong."
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