Beauty

Belle Desrosiers // 17 // Horned Serpent // No-Maj Born

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Summer???? || Open

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thebargegaston:

Gaston didn’t discriminate against hotness. Hot jocks, hot nerds, hot anything deserved his attention. Belle was hot in her Belle way. It could be argued that she was as hot as him. So, her question was answered with ample amount of Gaston-ness, “Of course I’m talking to you. Do you see anyone else?”

She looked around. She was really hoping that he was joking, but he wasn’t. “Oh. I guess not. Yes, I do know that summer is coming. Thank you for the reminder.” He wasn’t moving on and Belle wasn’t sure if she could get away from him or not, so she asked him what she felt like he wanted to be asked. “Do you have big summer plans?”

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Summer???? || Open

Summer was coming. Literally. It was a day away and Gaston didn’t have any set summer plans. He was so busy with the rugby finals and talking to an army recruiter, Canadian of course, that he completely lost track of the days. He did have the option of staying at the school and taking some summer classes but who would buy that Gaston Pelletier wanted to stay at school all summer and study? No one. That’s who. 

So, he decided to seek out where and when the most interesting summer plans would be. “Whoa! Hey!” He stopped someone as they walked by. “Were you aware that tomorrow is the first official day of summer?”

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For Belle, summer wasn’t anything different than any regular day at school. She was going to be with her father, reading and getting a head start on her schoolwork. It wasn’t the most exciting summer plans, but they were hers. She was relieved to be going with all of the hidden drama going on in her life and she didn’t have many friends, so saying goodbye to them for a little wasn’t a big deal.

She had her books close to her and was focused on getting to the library before it closed. She wanted to read as much as she could from her school’s ginormous library before having to settle with her father’s small one. So when Gaston stopped her she was more than surprised. “Are you talking to me?” she asked, genuinely confused. 

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Safe || Belle & Gaston

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thebargegaston:

“The evil shrew herself,” he mumbled in French. “Mamen.” He didn’t know if Belle even spoke French but he was too drunk to care. It was his first language and the easiest for him to revert to.

“Thanks,” Gaston muttered as he put the warming pad on the side where his rib was broken. “Stay with me? You don’t have to sleep here. Just hang out. For a little while?” He gave her puppy dog eyes as he asked. Surely, he knew that was the best way to get the ideal results. “Unless you want to sleep here? I won’t stop you.”

Belle blinked at him for a moment. It wasn’t that she didn’t know any French, it was just that she wasn’t expecting him to switch languages like that. He seemed to stick with it though, and Belle was grateful she learned the language so young.

“I can stay...For a little bit,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. She wasn’t going to overstep her boundaries, but she wasn’t going to leave him alone either. He gave her those darn puppy eyes. “I’m not tired,” she admitted softly. “As long as you at least let yourself try to heal, I will stay longer.”

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Safe || Belle & Gaston

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unusualbeautyy:

Belle frowned when he approached her. “You’re supposed to be resting. Moving around isn’t going to help you feel better.” She could admit it, it was pretty endearing that he still tried to make jokes at a time like this. But it was still hurting him. “Just tell me where the heating pad is. I can see why it’s a selling point since it’s impressive, but that doesn’t matter right now.”

“Resting, bah,” he waved at the air. “Gaston doesn’t get put out by hunters. I can walk around my home.“ He really wasn’t making much sense as he walked through the room. "It’s in the linen closet. I think that’s what it’s called. Emma Leah calls it that,” he said absently as he called his mother by her first name. 

“You’re weird. You know that, right?” He asked as he sat on the side of the bed. “Not that it’s a bad thing,” Gaston slouched and slowly fell back onto the bed. “Just a thing, I guess,” he was rambling as he stared at the ceiling. 

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"Emma Leah?" She wasn't going to dwell on the name, she just went over to the "linen closet" and started to search for the heating pad. When he called her weird she just snorted. Like she wasn't called that already. Finding the heating pad she went over to Gaston and looked for somewhere to plug it in.

"I know what I am. And I'm okay with that." She plugged in the heating pad and handed it to him. "Put this on your side, please. And since you're already laying down, you can sleep here."

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Safe || Belle & Gaston

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thebargegaston:

“I think I have,” he propped his head up in his palm. He dozed off as Belle left. When his arm slipped, Gaston snapped awake. “Belle?” He looked around and dragged himself from the couch, wincing as his ribs ached. Maybe Belle was right that alcohol wasn’t the route to go. 

“Like it?” Gaston held his side in an attempt to stave off the pain. “It’s usually the selling point when I bring people here.” He drunkenly huffed out a laugh. He winced, “I shouldn’t laugh,” but that made him laughed more. 

Belle frowned when he approached her. “You’re supposed to be resting. Moving around isn’t going to help you feel better.” She could admit it, it was pretty endearing that he still tried to make jokes at a time like this. But it was still hurting him. “Just tell me where the heating pad is. I can see why it’s a selling point since it’s impressive, but that doesn’t matter right now.”

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Safe || Belle & Gaston

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thebargegaston:

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved it off. “Maybe you’re not hard enough on me,” he waggled his eyebrows. Or he tried. He was sleepy and drunk. It looked less like an eyebrow waggle and more like a mess of facial expressions. “Heating pad. Okay. There might be one in the master bathroom,” he mumbled as he yawned. “Might.”

“Maybe you haven’t given me a good enough reason to be hard on you.” She rolled her eyes jokingly at him. “That was the weirdest facial expression I have ever seen. I’ll be right back.” She walked off, hoping to find the master bedroom without taking a century. It was weird but this place...it really was the safest she’s felt in years. Her stalker couldn’t have any idea she was here of all places and for once she didn’t feel like she was being watched. 

When she found the mast bedroom, her jaw dropped on the floor a little bit. It was...something. She had no idea where she would find a heating pad here of all places.

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Safe || Belle & Gaston

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thebargegaston:

“At this point,” he mumbled, “it’s all the same. Whatever you thinks will work, Belle.” His drunken grin was fading to a tired one. “Alcohol is what’s working. What’s the old saying? If it’s not broke, don’t fix it. Or some shit?” He huffed a laugh. “You’re too nice to me. You really shouldn’t be. I’m not a nice guy.”

“That’s the saying for people who aren’t willing to accept change.” Stubborn people like...well, almost everyone she spoke to. “This again? Gaston, we’ve been over this. A lot. I know how you feel about yourself and it makes me a little sad. You are way too hard on yourself.” She was hypocrite, but that wasn’t important at the moment. “I’m going to get you a heating pad.”

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Safe || Belle & Gaston

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thebargegaston:

“You’re right,” Gaston grabbed a pillow and tried to hug it into a comfortable position. “I need the infirmary in the morning.” As he yawned, the pain in his rib was more like an annoying thud than a throbbing pain. Gaston let a small groan escape his lips as he tossed the pillow back to where it came from.

“We’ll be safe here,” Gaston sleepily smiled. “There are a few rooms. You can pick one if you want. I’m sure you’re tired.” He knew he was.

Belle was exhausted. But she wasn’t sure she could sleep even if she wanted to. “Do you want me to make you an ice pack? Or get a heating pad? You need something before you rest...alcohol is not going to do enough.” She smiled at him. “I’ll sleep after I know you’ll be alright.”

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Safe || Belle & Gaston

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thebargegaston:

“I’m fine,” he tried to sound convincing. It was going to fool anyone. The alcohol was making it hard to be coherent. Try to act like his injuries were nothing but a scratch would stretch his drunken abilities a little too far. 

“Good,” Gaston said while guiding himself to one of the couches. “I’d hate to have to go back out there and,” he paused trying not to stumble over the coffee table, “kill another hunter.” He didn’t even know how many he killed versus how many he left injured. He felt like he should have felt bad about killing someone. However, in the militia book he was reading, it said in times of war, the line was blurred and he shouldn’t feel guilty. If he felt guilty it should be not killing the other ones he injured. They live to continue hunting witches and any deaths the accumulate are on Gaston’s hands. 

“Belle,” he looked up with sleepy drunk eyes, “what do you think happened at the school? Do you think it’s safe?”

“Sure you are,” she said, giving him a pointed look. He was absolutely graceless. But at least it was for a good reason. “Even if I was injured, you going back out there to hurt a random hunter wouldn’t make anything better. Rest. Rest would make things better for you right now.” She took a seat next to him for a moment. At his questions, she hesitated. She hadn’t felt safe at the school in forever, but that was her own fault. As for anything happening at the school...she was sure nothing happened. She hoped nothing happened.

“The school has already been taking extra precautions since the...attack there.” She gave him a small smile. He was like a sleepy puppy almost. A drunk sleepy puppy. “I’m sure the school is safe. Everyone’s probably making their way back there by now..”

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Safe || Belle & Gaston

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thebargegaston:

Gaston held up his hands for her to see his injuries. His right was worse than the left but it wasn’t by much. He could feel the ache of a fracture rib and when he winced it felt like a searing pain radiated out from his side. “Cris,” he muttered as he clutched his side and tried to numb the newest of his pains with more alcohol. “I think my fight with Zach was more intense than brawling with hunters,” he joked as he tried to laugh off the pain. “Are you okay? They didn’t get you, did they?”

She sighed. The adrenaline was wearing off a little bit and she could tell his injuries were very internal as well as the obvious bruising. “You need to stop moving around and take a seat. I’ll bring your alcohol to you.” At his question she shook her head. “A few people shoved me during the chaos, but I’m fine...Not even close to as hurt as you I got lucky..”

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Safe || Belle & Gaston

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thebargegaston:

Gaston shrugged as he poured himself a glass. He quickly downed it and poured another. Gaston was good in stressful situations but he needed to be numb for when the adrenaline wore off. He wondered if their classmates made it out okay. He knew Aquata was fine. She was tiny but she was fierce. James was far from Adamsville, so he was safe. Everyone else though, he wasn’t sure. It was scary to think they went down there to have a good time. Instead of making happy memories, they would have the attack to remember the carnival.

Gaston finished his second drink before answering Belle, “I guess so. I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing.” He poured another glass. “But I might need your doctoring skills again. So, I’m guessing good for now,” he said as the adrenaline waned and he felt the familiar sting of air on his split knuckles. He knew the alcohol would kick in and the pain would subside. However, he still needed to clean up.

Belle didn’t know if that was a good thing or bad thing either. Maybe being around him was cursed, maybe it was just bad timing. She was sure she’s seen him on happier terms....even though she couldn’t think of when. 

At the mention of him needing doctor skills she sighed. She was sure he had more than one kind of injury after the fight that was still going on in Adamsville. “What’s hurting?” She went over to him, trying to look him over and assess what he needed. He was drinking enough to numb whatever he was feeling, that much she was sure of. “Is it one area or are you feeling pain in multiple areas?”

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Safe || Belle & Gaston

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The cabin wasn’t too far north of Adamsville. It was the one Gaston used the most. Over the generations, the small rustic cabin grew into a large bachelor cabin. It became more of a party pad than a place to crash during hunting season. For Gaston and Belle, it would be a safe place to hide from the hunters. 

He opened the door and flipped on the lights. “Bienvenue Chez Pelletier. Make yourself comfortable or how comfortable someone could get after being attacked by hunters.” Gaston headed straight for the good stuff, the bourbon. “Did you want some?” He asked as he pulled out a glass for himself. 

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Belle was amazed. He said he had a cabin but this looked anything but what she had in mind. She couldn't believe how calm and collected he was, but maybe that was just a front. He did go straight to the bourbon which would have been concerning if they hadn't just been attacked, but still. She shook her head at his offer and opted for finding herself a place to sit.

Once she was sitting, it dawned on her just how close she was to dying again. This time it wasn't because of her own stuff, but because of a bigger threat that has been looming over their heads for as long as they've existed. It was....a lot to process. So she tried to change the subject. "I seem to only run into you under stressful situations, don't I?"

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Royally Fucked || Belle & Gaston

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thebargegaston:

Gaston snorted a laugh. “Aquata’s affection for me begins and ends on the pitch but that was a good try. A plus for effort, your majesty.” He turned his body to face her and sighed, “I pawned you off on someone after getting you drunk so I could try and make amends with my not-boyfriend. I’m a shit human being, Belle. The sooner you realize that, the better.”

“I seriously doubt that. But you’re gonna say what you want to say.” He was really stubborn. Belle was stubborn to, but she didn’t think she was as stubborn as him. She worked on finishing her drink before sighing into the glass. “You were lovesick. At least you didn’t just up and leave me. Yeah, it wasn’t cool but it could have been worse.”

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New Perspective  || Belle & Jack

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howjollyjack:

Jack rolled his eyes and sat back in the booth. “Belle, as much as I’d love to feed from you for free, it’s how things are done. Vampires compensate those we feed on.” Jack didn’t know when that whole thing started. When he was turned, his coven employed numerous human, wizard and no-maj alike, to feed on and they were paid for their time. Jack knew plenty of vampires who did the same. “I’ll let you think on it,” he slid from their seat and offered her a hand. “Until then, would you rather do something else?” Don’t, Jack whispered to himself. Shut it, he replied.

Well if that was how things were done. Belle supposed she couldn’t argue. “Something else?” She was assuming he meant more drinking. Or maybe he meant with the sort of arrangement they were working out? “What kind of something else? I’m up for most stuff right now.” She kind of wanted another drink. She wasn’t sure why she was still feeling nervous; she just let him bite her for Pete’s sake. “I will for sure think on your offer by the way..”

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Long Walks Home || Belle&Kent

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kent-cogssworthh:

Listening to her Kent could sense she was holding back. Hiding something a little greater than he was probably expecting to have to deal with. Shaking his head he looked down at her as he crossed his arms. “You can answer that. It’s best you answer that before something happens. These hallways aren’t as safe as they used to be, Belle.” Kent would know. Given he was attacked himself on school grounds. 

“I know they aren’t, I just can’t.” She ran a hand through her hair, not caring that it was falling apart from the bun it was in. “It’s...This isn’t something that is going to go away...” Even admitting it out loud made her feel sick. She knew that was how it was, but that didn’t mean she liked admitting it. “This has been going on since I got to this school and even if you do something it’ll probably just start again. This person is....relentless.”

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Royally Fucked || Belle & Gaston

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thebargegaston:

“He is, isn’t he?” Gaston asked with a sigh. Gaston should’ve known better to think things could change. He would end up marrying some pureblood. If he was lucky, she might be Aquata. But love didn’t exist; just obligations. “Who? You? And who else? Kent had me pegged at the ball. I’m nothing more than what you see. Cheers.” He raised his glass and kicked back the rest of the alcohol.

“You have Aquata too. I don’t know her personally, but I know you two are some of the best beaters at this school.” And she’s seen them together more than once. Surely she adores him. “Kent may not be your biggest fan, but that doesn’t mean what he said was true. And if he is, I’ve only seen you at your nicest.” Except for the end of the ball but she didn’t think that was the rudest thing ever.