I have a sense about people

"Kiss me."

"I—I-I," Belle stammered, cheeks warming with pink embarrassment, totally taken by surprise from August’s request. If I do he might think it means something, but if I don’t, then he might be upset. The brunette stared at him a few more moments before leaning in, pressing her lips to his cheek, placing a kiss upon it.

believe-me-savior

"Is it me making you nervous or are you always this shy?"

"However, I do have debts to pay to the library. Is there any way I could? Perhaps volunteer work if you are in need of visitors?"

#believemesavior #{perfect gifs :D}#ask rp #Belle and August

"Shy? Me?"

She listened to him and decided to take his next words as initiative to deflect the subject. “Oh! Yes! You could volunteer around the library. I would like that.”

"Kiss me."

"I—I-I," Belle stammered, cheeks warming with pink embarrassment, totally taken by surprise from August’s request. If I do he might think it means something, but if I don’t, then he might be upset. The brunette stared at him a few more moments before leaning in, pressing her lips to his cheek, placing a kiss upon it.

believe-me-savior

He smiled at her blush, the stutter and confused look were both pluses; his smiling widening when she actually followed his request. “Well, that’s better treatment than I deserve considering I’ve got about three books terribly overdue that I still have no intention to return any time soon.”

"Damn my rebellious nature."

#believemesavior #{Teehee}#{Belle just wants visitors xD}#ask rp #Belle and August

"O-oh... That's okay... All you'd have to do was renew them. You can still probably do that if you would, I mean if you want to... I'm sure no one's waiting for them. I-I never get many visitors."

"You still can, you know, drop by and return them to renew them... If you'd like."

garzeb

Upon her travels, Belle noticed a face she hadn't seen since she had been in the castle. The adventurer blinked her eyes and smiled, knowing that her warrior attire must be different from the princess dress he had last seen her in. "Robin Hood... I never thought I'd see you again.. I trust your travels have been well since we last parted?"

Robin quickly raised his bow at the sound of someone treading close by, gripping his arrow and jumping into perfect stance…when he caught sight of the familiar amicable smile, however, he instantly lowered it, stowing it over his shoulder. Neatly tied back chestnut waves were staring back at him, though the woman he recalled did appear to be sporting a different wardrobe than what he’d previously seen her in. “Belle? Is that you?” She was the prisoner of Rumpelstiltskin, the young lady who had spent so much time speaking about books. But it couldn’t really be her, could it? After all, once in the Dark One’s possession, no one ever walked away free.

#forestthief #forest-thief #ask rp #Belle and Robin Hood

"Yes... It's me," The brunette replied, closing the distance between herself and the man, raising her hands to show she meant no thread to him. She swallowed nervously at how he gazed at her, questions filling his eyes. She raised her brows at his curiously, wondering why he was so curious, forgetting that her circumstances were phenomenal; to walk away from the Dark One's castle, alive.

"Rumpel..." She trailed off, her voice coated with melancholic worry. "I realized that we haven't talked about something important... So, can we talk?"

Worry tinged his gaze, his heart almost stopping at the words. “…Of course we can, sweetheart.” What was wrong? What was so important that could bring her such worry?

His heart twinged at the beginning of tears in those beautiful eyes. “Oh, no, sweetheart…” Slowly, the spinner drew closer, reaching up with gentle fingers to wipe such precious tears. She hardly needed to cry. None of this was her fault, none of it. The blame lay with him…and Regina. “Don’t cry.” Even if it was so painful, even if it happened…they were together now. At least, for now. And no matter how short or how long it lasted, Gold was going to enjoy as much of it as he possibly could.

#{That gif was perfect! Totally mirrored my response accidently!}#rumpelstiltskin-gold #rumpelstiltskingold #ask rp #Belle and Rumpelstiltskin

"Th-thank you," she said, stepping forward and leaning in to close the distance between the two of them. She pressed her lips to his, wanting to be as close to him as possible, feeling the weight lifted off of her shoulders, burden lifted from her heart. Now we can move on, we can move past this.

"Kiss me."

"I—I-I," Belle stammered, cheeks warming with pink embarrassment, totally taken by surprise from August’s request. If I do he might think it means something, but if I don’t, then he might be upset. The brunette stared at him a few more moments before leaning in, pressing her lips to his cheek, placing a kiss upon it.

#Belle Answers #believemesavior

{Half sentence meme} I want to...

touch your hair because it looks really soft.

"You’re, um.." Dallas was flushing. "You’re really beautiful, you know."

#inkedinrunes #Ask rp #Belle and Dallas

"I-I...I am?"

I've been told that... but.. I don't know..

"Thank you... That's so sweet of you to say... You're quite dashing yourself..." And then it was her turn, her cheeks warming to a brighter pink.

madeofsunlight-archive-blog

"I’m bloody adorable."

"And obviously very humble."

#madeofsunlight #{hiii}#{hopping in}#Open reply #Belle and Sunny

"That is very true."

thisisnotmyfairytaleendingg-dea

If I was dating you.. (FINISH IT IN MY ASK)

inboxideas

Put one of these in my askbox

"I need a hug."

"I could kill you!"

"Kiss me."

"You’re so weird."

"Why are you wearing that?"

"You coward."

"You’re all out of ____."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

get a reaction from my character

"Rumpel..." She trailed off, her voice coated with melancholic worry. "I realized that we haven't talked about something important... So, can we talk?"

Worry tinged his gaze, his heart almost stopping at the words. “…Of course we can, sweetheart.” What was wrong? What was so important that could bring her such worry?

Realization entered his gaze, mouth slightly opening as she spoke; so hesitant and…soft. It was almost nostalgic, bringing to mind the glint of simple porcelain, the smell of spices, magic, and a rosy perfume that had only begun to linger in the hallways. And even then, his heart slowly sank. The Queen! Your friend, the Queen! Oh, how cruel the very sentiment seemed to him, even to this very moment when all Belle had done was forgive him. “Don’t…love. Don’t apologize.”

How could she even blame herself when it was him that had given her straight to Her Majesty’s clutches when, even then, part of him knew that what Belle shared with him was real? Something that he could have never predicted, with all his power and magic. “I— After you were gone…” He swallowed back the lump in his throat. “I-I waited for you.” Day in and day out, he had waited, sitting by the table of his Great Hall and spinning for so many days. The turned golden thread piled high on the floor as the tea sat near their seats, their smoke wafting up in the air. But Belle had never come back…

Not in their land.

#rumpelstiltskingold #rumpelstiltskin-gold #ask rp #Belle and Rumpelstiltskin

"You waited for me...?" She asked calmly, though her pitched raised with the saturated sadness. She had tried to come back for him, she told herself she would, but she had never managed to escape before the curse broke out. It made her heart sink at the image of him waiting for her, day in and day out, she could only imagine him waiting and spinning, waiting and spinning, just as he must have when thinking about his son--does this mean it had honestly pained him?

"Why do you spin so much...?" "It helps me forget...."

"I would have come for you.. I was going to come for you.. I promise I was..." She shook her head, tears beginning to surface from her eyes; she had never thought she would see him again, so being here and now was a blessing she would not take for granted.

huntsmanturnedsheriff-deactivat

Doesn't ring a Belle || Amnesiac Belle and Graham

He wasn’t put off by her shaking her head. She was lost and confused…and her so-called friends weren’t helping in any way. He sat down on the edge of her bed and placed the cookies beside her.

"If you don’t remember then eat one and decide, now, if you like them." He offered her with a smile.

Then he answered her questions. “I came here to see you just because we were, and I hope to remain, friends. I also heard you were having some trouble here…and honestly I think it’s because you’re being handled like a delicate doll which, in my experience, you never have been. Finally I don’t need to hear anything about that night from you—I got everything I need from Emma, Mr. Gold and that crazy Jones man."

As she took a cookie he took one out himself and broke off a piece, starting to nibble on it.

"Any idea when they’re going to let you out of here?"

#huntsmanturnedsheriff #doesn't ring a belle #Amnesiac Belle and Graham

She took a bite and her expression changed to confusion. She wasn't sure if she liked the cookie or not. It seemed like everything people told her she used to like was odd to her--but that might be because the others tried too hard, or shoved it down her throat. She wasn't her old self anymore, she was just her self. She was scared that they didn't like the current Belle, but that's all she could be.

This man had been the kindest and most sincere, so she plastered on a fake smile and tried to force down the cookie as best as she could.

"I have not a clue when they will be letting me out..."

shatteredwhitecrow-archive

An old friend entered the library

A smile settle on his lips; eyes filled with a peaceful expression aided by his expressives eyebrows. “—Hey little one, it’s been awhile indeed…” the voice spoke more softly than usual; light, without the usual heavy annoyance behind it. “I’ve been… Myself. —How have you been?”

#shatteredwhitecrow #Belle and Phillip #greeter

"I've also been myself," she said, a giggle bubbling from her lips as her face scrunched up playfully. "But in all honestly, I've been good. As good as it gets. I keep moving forward and trying to see the bright side of life, even when it gets me down..."

{Half sentence meme} I want to...

touch your hair because it looks really soft.

Dallas reached out shyly, his arm shaking slightly before gently pulling his fingers through her hair, a soft smile on his face.