#swynbelle

[sailor--thomas]

Don’t Rock the Boat, Baby ~~ [Tonnie]

@ugly-anastasia

Tom fiddled with the cuffs of his new suit nervously as he stood next to a stoic Belle Acheron outside of one of InterPride’s conference rooms. He had done his hair this morning with Phil’s help. Meticulously smoothing back the curls, though all he wanted to do was run his hand through them.

“Take a deep breath,” Belle said to him under her breath, though somehow still sharp. “You need to be confident.”

He took in a deep breath through his nose and nodded his head once.

Belle’s ponytail slid over her shoulder as she turned her head, the sound of clicking heels catching her and Tom’s attention. Tom looked over the top of her head to see Annie and her lawyer heading towards them. He glanced at Belle again, watching as her shoulders squared. He took his cues from her and straightened his shoulders as well.

“Mrs. Tremaine,” Belle said, pleasantly, holding out her hand to her and then to the lawyer. “I’m Solicitor Acheron. I believe you know my client, Thomas Harrington?”

Tom nodded at Annie and shook the lawyer’s hand as Belle opened the door to the conference room.

“Feel free to sit wherever you like. There is water and coffee,” she said as she ushered everyone into the room.

[outfit] [bonus: belle’s outfit]

[fiend-ofthefae]

Book Smarts || Rose

The deal was struck months ago now. And so far so good, the Prince didn’t have to pay for books he needed for English Literature. What a boring class.

He hadn’t been too concerned with any other happenings to try and twist the wording into his favor yet. I will teach you the ways of the mortal realm. She didn’t realize that her statement was just broad enough to be taught many truths. She must tell the truth or he could hurt whomever she cared for. The deal, at least he thought, was skewed way into his favor. The Prince of the Riverlands just hadn’t cared enough to push their current equilibrium.

“Yeah, they’re making us read this ‘Wuthering Heights’ book. It sounds like some sappy romance thing, dunno why it is required when there’s nothing to learn from it,” he complained to his favorite bookkeeper running a hand across the spines facing out towards him.

“Anyway, a deal’s a deal... what do you wanna know in return for ye olde romance novel?”

@labellerose-acheron

[lou-bonfightme]

Paris, toujours [Part Two] || [Loud Bell]

@trip-downtheriverstyx​, @labellerose-acheron​

Toulouse was in a positively cheerful mood when Belle and Hades got home with the twins. It was a busy evening, wrangling all the children and getting dinner started. He did it all happily, though. Minding the children, whilst Hades and Belle cooked. And when all was said and done and they were sitting around the table, he couldn’t contain himself anymore.

“I have news,” he told them with a smile. “My father has finally cleared my papers. I am no longer barred from France.”

Belle looked up and smiled. “Oh, Toulouse. That’s wonderful!” she told him, her face alight with genuine excitement.

Toulouse grinned back at her, a smile he rarely allowed. All crooked and unabashed.

“Yes, it is. We should make plans at once.”

[outfit] [belle’s fit]

[labellerose-acheron]

Wards, Wards, Wards *** [Bun]

@moon-yeongjun​

When Belle had agreed to work on the petition for magical wards on a few buildings in Swynlake, she had done it because she believed in the initiative. Was annoyed she hadn’t thought of it herself. So, she had eagerly accepted having some sort of mark on it.

And then, Simba had told her she would be working with Jun Moon.

Now, Belle didn’t know Jun very well. He had been two years above her in school and, obviously, he ran the Moon Market. She knew the rumors about him, which was enough to make her cautious, but at the very least, he had experience writing petitions.

She arrived at the Market a few minutes passed their scheduled time, having agreed to meet him there since he could not leave the shoppe.

“My apologies,” she told him when she found him in the back office. “I was held up at work. How would you like to do this? I have already gathered some of the provisions I believe should be included in the contracts. As well as statistics on the benefits of wards.”

[outfit, without of the accessories lol and black flats ofc]

[mamabear-elinor]

Fate Be Changed -> [Howlinor]

@oh-heartlessman, @heart-of-dunbroch, @labellerose-acheron

Elinor was not happy with this arrangement. She didn’t trust this sorcerer and she knew that Belle didn’t trust her. She was coming to resent the maroon couches in Belle’s living room. All they every spoke about was magic on them. Nothing else. 

The DunBrochs had arrived slightly ahead of Howl, so they were settling in. Belle had graciously made tea (at least she had manners in one aspect, thought Elinor to herself.) She perched in front of the fireplace, glowing with mysterious blue flame, her back to it and a warm mug of tea in her hands. The babies were no where in sight, which Elinor was not thrilled about, as the babies were a very good distraction form the curse that lurked in her bones. 

There was nothing for that, though, as there was a knock at the door, Belle scurrying over to grab it, wrapping her golden cardigan around herself. The two exchanged suspicious, murmured words before Belle popped up to kiss the wizard’s cheeks. 

Elinor made a little face, even though she was trying to be gracious. A demon, a werewolf, and now a flashy sorcerer? No wonder the Order had been after this girl. Elinor wasn’t saying they were right but--it made sense. (Also, they could’ve   been right, only time would tell.) 

As Howl and Belle came back, Belle went to her spot in front of the eerie fire. “Elinor,” --Elinor was still not used to having her proper named called by such a child, especially because she was sure she could hear sarcastic bitterness. “--this is Howl Pendragon. Howl, this is Elinor DunBroch.” 

“How do you do?” she answered, stiff but with the guise of manners that had been taught to her over decades. “You can cure it then?”

[outfit]

[fiend-ofthefae]

Study Sessions || Rose

Briar didn’t really like the book shoppe. He didn’t like reading. Attending school was easier than joining the workforce though. The prince had never worked a day in his life and he never intended to. Still, he needed to buy unreasonably priced heavy books required by professors who’d only make you read a few pages because they wrote them.

The bell chimed signalling his entrance and he looked around for the most appealing clerk. A more melodic Belle.

Since the drain had ended, his glamour was back in full force and he had to stick to twisting the truth again. And though he had to walk around hiding what he was, he got the weird feeling Belle liked him more without the illusion magic. She had a habit of collecting monsters...

The prince strode up to the front desk and tapped the bell once, twice, then unendingly rang it until someone appeared.

@labellerose-acheron

[lou-bonfightme]

incroyable || [Loud Bell]

@trip-downtheriverstyx, @labellerose-acheron

Evenings in the Acheron household were generally quiet, peaceful. Once the children had been put to sleep, of course. Now that they were all a bit older, they generally stayed asleep once down. This was usually the time that Toulouse retreated, leaving Belle and Hades to their evening rituals. Reading on the couch, playing a game of chess--which was notably a two person game.

However, recently, he had been feeling...restless. Lonely. Being alone up on the third floor in his room made him feel like there was an itch under his skin that he couldn’t shake. Being downstairs with Belle and Hades did not make it that much better, to be perfectly honest, but it did help some. He reclined in his favourite armchair, legs over one arm, shoulders against the other, a sketchbook in his lap. Victoire lay at the foot of the chair, her head on her paws.

The house was quiet.

Toulouse’s phone pinged and he glanced at it--the tone the one for his family. Berlioz’s name came up on the screen, having texted their group chat. He picked it up, snorted, sent a quick text back. The conversation did not last long because Toulouse had not known how to respond.

“Incroyable,” he sneered, unable to help himself.

[outfit, with less fitted trousers] [belle’s outfit]

[lou-bonfightme]

Holding On for Dear Life || [Loud Bell]

@trip-downtheriverstyx, @labellerose-acheron

Toulouse was awoken by a knock at the door. He turned his head on his pillow, cracking an eye open as the door opened.

“Toulouse?” Belle murmured, standing silhouetted by early morning light. She was dressed for work already and had one of the twins on her hip.

“Mm?” he grunted, running a hand through his hair and propping himself up on his elbows.

“I am sorry to wake you. Will you come downstairs, please? I need to talk to you about something.”

“Is everything alright?” Lou asked, pushing himself up now and swinging his bare feet around to hit the floor.

“Yes--er, well, mostly. Just come downstairs, please.”

“I’lll be down in a minute.” And he was, after taking a moment to get dressed. He wondered what this could be about. The Order? The children? The magic drain (which didn’t help with his grogginess.) He made it to the living room, his hair ruffled, rubbing at one of his eyes.

“Tonton!” Opal yelped enthusiastically, not used to seeing him awake this early. She was sitting in front of an equally groggy looking Hades, who was brushing her bedraggled hair out.

Usually, Belle left earliest. Then, Hades got up and got the twins and Opal ready. He left, taking the car and the twins to InterPride’s nursery. Then, Opal came to wake Lou up and either napped with him for another hour or so or played quietly while he got himself up.

This threw off their schedule and it made Lou immediately grouchy.

“What’s going on?”

[outfit]