Belle remembers and she loves (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} loveishope) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2013-03-06 09:08:00 |
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Who: Belle and Jefferson
What: Look there she goes that girl is strange no question
Where: Wandering home not far from the library
When: Evening of the 5th
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress
What: Look there she goes that girl is strange no question
Where: Wandering home not far from the library
When: Evening of the 5th
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress
It was the witch that had Belle unnerved, in spite of a few hiccups to start with, Belle had mostly avoided the woman and her curses. She of course understood magic better than most even in her world. It seemed you picked a few bits of knowledge up when you lived with the Dark One, who knew? Though the things she was doing were cruel and dark or not he had never been cruel like that. Belle had stayed inside hoping against hope that Maleficent be stopped soon and things go back to the strange new sense of normal she’d found herself in.
Rumple was on edge of course. Given that it was a witch of great power if was unsurprising, and Belle had tried to do her bit by keeping her head down and getting on with things. But in this instance a little time outside would be fine. It was only a book after all. Returning a book and getting a new one. There was no harm in that, right?
Of course it was actually three hours later that she left the library.
It hadn’t been her fault. It had been James Joyce’s fault and a story of a man and a woman and the city they lived in. Fascinating book. So she’d borrowed it, and one more besides and had begun the walk back to the house they shared. Alone, in the dark.
Oh she wasn’t scared. She just expected Rumple would be worried, fumbling for her phone though Belle began to wonder just what kind of things the witch did to people. And how she picked them.
Paranoia did not become her.
And yet there it was. She’d fought Yagoi and this; this was what had her worried. Perhaps it was what the woman was, the witch. The one time she’d really gotten herself in trouble it had been another witch. Though Regina had her heart set on hurting Rumplestilskin, what did this Maleficent care? She was nothing to her.
“Come on now Belle” she muttered annoyed at herself, but quickening her pace besides.