Belle (![]() ![]() @ 2012-07-17 12:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | {belle, {the huntsman |
Who: Belle and Huntsman
What: Properly meeting for the first time
Where: Outside her room
When: Early Tuesday morning
Ratings/warnings: Discussion of imprisonment
Status: Closed/ongoing
It had been a bad night.
There was no way it could have been good, of course. Not after finding out that Rumpelstiltskin had beat her father. In some corner of her mind, Belle understood. She knew the way her beloved's mind worked far better than she would have liked. She could understand his rage, why he would have felt the need to strike out. But she just couldn't chase the image of her papa being struck by that cane out of her mind for a crime he'd never committed.
She'd forgive him. She'd always forgive him. She had been truthful with him; there was nothing he could ever do that could make her stop loving him. But this would take a great deal longer to accept than a curse she still only vaguely understood. That, coupled with her still unpredictable new powers, had made Belle think that sleeping alone was probably a good idea. And it might well have been if she'd been able to truly sleep. But the Queen had come back into her dreams, and unlike the past nights, there had been no warm arms and whispered assurances to spell her away.
Which was why Belle was awake now for the--fourth, fifth time, she'd lost count. Rubbing her eyes, she glanced towards the small window and saw that the sky was starting to lighten. Maybe she'd go get some tea and sit in one of the observation cars, attempt to let the scenery lull her mind to something close to peace. She rubbed a hand across her face and stood on slightly-weak legs, dressing quickly before making for the door. She stopped, though, with her hand on the knob as she thought she heard something on the other side.
"Rum?" she called, hesitantly and almost-hopefully as she turned the knob. She knew it wasn't likely; he was far too much a coward to come to her so soon. And she wasn't sure what she'd do if he was out there--she felt she was just as likely to slap him as to throw herself into his arms, at the moment. But the only other visitor who sprang to mind right now...she swallowed, refusing to think on that possibility too hard. Surely, the Queen had better things to do then to come terrify her in reality as well.