Post by Isabelle "Belle" Jones on Jul 26, 2011 6:55:50 GMT -5
It was early, almost too early, and yet... she was awake. Pacing the halls, Belle moved as quietly as she could, so she wouldn't disturb the beast. With a soft sigh, she moved to the window. It was midsummer, but the sun wouldn't rise for another hour or so at least. Tip-toing quietly down the hallway, she made her way to the entrance hall, slipping out the heavy oak door.
She moved swiftly through the courtyard, siddling pastthe iron gates and skipping into the tall field of flowers and grass. It was her sanctuary, and she could only go alone when the beast slept. With a second sigh, she knelt amongst the wild flowers, gently plucking the petals from a daisy. Her mind was not at rest here. A soft breeze carried the petals away from her, dancing and twirling in the light of the full moon. The sight caused the faintest of smiles to brim on the lips of the bookish girl.
She stretched her legs out infront of her, the white cotton dress catching light from the moon as well. Resting back on her arms, Belle looked over the field. "It's so peaceful here..." she murmurs softly to herself. She hummed quietly, closing her eyes.
The gentle sounds of the night dulled Belle into a gentle doze. Images of a worn house, ratty clothes, disgusting streets and lots of gore held fuzzy in her almost dreams. She shook herself, not ready to return to that place, that horrid, putrid place. Her life here, in the Vered Valley of Elysia, was wonderful- if you didn't count her fear of the beast she resided with. His temper is what scared her most, everything else she could handle.
She sighed, thinking of him. He really was sweet, when he wanted to be. But the smallest things could turn him angry. Pressing her palms to her eyes, Belle shook her head. It was confusing, trying to figure him out. She stood, moving back toward the castle. It would be dawn soon, and she would be expected to be at breakfast, dressed properly and available to be seen.
Slipping back through the iron bars of the gate, the young woman plodded quietly back the way she came, easing through the front door, and tip-toing along to the room she is graciously allowed to reside in. She pulled the nightgown over head, gathered her dress and whatnot for the day, and meandered to the bathroom to shower for the day.------------------Shower Break------------------
Clean and ready for breakfast, Belle wandered down the halls to the dinning room, having donned a cerulean colored cotton dress with a white blouse underneath to cover her arms and part of her chest. Beneath that, a long white slip reaches to the bottom of the cerulean dress, with a few other layers- as was the style in Elysia. She wore simple house slippers on her feet, and her hair was lazily done back with a simple ribbon in a low ponytail. This was a common look for the brunette, who wasn't a fan of the fancy clothing the beast has procured for her- though on occasion she did dress up for a dinner or two.
Anxious, she settled herself in her regular seat at the table, smiling politely to the servant who brought her a bowl of hot grains. It smelled sweetly of maple and sugar, and lifting her spoon Belle gratefully dug in.
She always enjoyed the cooking done in the castle, and wondered why she was forbidden from meeting the chef- but to not anger the beast, she did not ask. She could think of many rules he had for her, and few were senseless in her opinion- such as, she cannot go outsite with out beast's company.
She wrinkled her nose at the thought of it. She had no where to go outside of the castle, except maybe to frolic in the flowers. Did she really need to be watched? With the thick redwoods atop the hills encircling the valley, she would be lost before she ever made it to a town- if there were a town. She sighed, taking another bite of her grain-mush. 'I just wish I could see my father,' Belle thought, dejectedly as she set down her spoon. 'It's been so long..'
TAGGED;; open
WORDS;; 718
SONG;; Beyblade theme Song
NOTE;; Ohh Cartoon Network, your morning line up blows...
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Credit for this plot page goes to Pixie. Song Lyrics: Brick by Boring Brick, Paramore.
