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whoever said the easy way was necessarily the best?

createsgoodness: (✿ aux yeux de soie)
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Sunday, May 5th, 2013 05:09 am
Though Belle was still getting used to life in the Dark Castle, it was all becoming much more bearable now that she was finally reaching some agreements with Rumpelstiltskin. He was a powerful man, but dare she say he wasn't that scary when you saw him every day, lived under the same roof as him, got to know him a little better.
Not that she knew all that much about him, all things considered, but there was a sense of certainty that she would so as long as there was time and patience for that. He was a difficult man, but she would have her stories yet.

This day was one like many others: wake up, continue with her daily tasks of cleaning, perhaps cooking and so on so forth. And it so happened that as she'd walked into what she assumed was an empty room to dust off the furniture, she had found something quite peculiar: in the large wood closet were a few pieces of clothing. A grown man's and from the looks of it, she had no reason to assume they weren't Rumpelstiltskin's. But the items were few and she hardly thought this was his room anyway. Maybe he'd forgotten them? Or... Discarded them somehow. That sounded worse, though.

Without much thought, Belle took them out and left the room, intending to give them a good wash so she could return them to their owner. But as she made her way down one of the halls she noticed that the fabric on one of the pieces was actually a little torn on one of the sides. Upon closer inspection, she concluded that it was a recurring pattern so instead of washing them first and causing more damage, she could at least try to sew them back.

At present time she sat on a small stool, by a light, on one of the great halls. On her hand was one of the items she'd found and she was currently busying herself with sewing some buttons back onto it. She figured it was just one more of her tasks; it's not like he could say much about that, right?
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some girls don't kiss frogs

frogthrower: (010 tmw i don't get my way)
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Thursday, May 2nd, 2013 12:50 am
There were many things Elisabeth disliked. The list was probably longer than the list of things she actually disliked. Sometimes they overlapped, depending upon her whims at a particular moment. In this particular instance, the thing she didn't like was an announcement about an upcoming ball. Thing was, she loved dancing. What she didn't like was the reason behind it- the announcement of her sister's engagement. She should've been happy for her, and really, she was. Elisabeth adored each of her sisters and wanted them to be happy. This ball would in fact mean she'd get to see her eldest sister for the first time in a few years, along with her brand new nephew she'd yet to meet.

The issue wasn't some deeply entrenched jealousy. There was rivalry there, and she emulated her sisters, but the source of her current tantrum was over something far much trivial. In fact, were it to be verbally stated, it would sound downright ridiculous and reveal just how self-centred and childish she was at times. Considering she was nearly sixteen and far from being a child, that was a little unfortunate. The reason she had stormed out of the back of the castle and cross through the gardens for an isolated walk in the woods was over a dress.

The sister who was to be wed had a theme going with the ball, and it certainly didn't include allowing her youngest sister to wear a gown that didn't go match the planned theme, despite Elisabeth's objections that the gown she wanted to wear was much prettier than what was planned. Although typically humoured and spoilt by the rest of her family, Elisabeth's sister was uncompromising on this matter. It was her night, after all!

As Elisabeth trudged through the garden and eventually a trail that led to a pond, the entire argument was replaying through her mind, and of course, she mimicked every sarcastic expression she could in the process. It wasn't like anyone could see her, so it didn't matter. The only thing that actually caused incident was that it had recently rained. She was talented enough at storming off that she remembered to lift the hem of her skirts, but she could do nothing to prevent her sandals getting easily caught in the mud.

This was the worst idea. When she accidentally stepped where the ground was a bit more saturated than the rest, she lost one of her sandals all together and nearly tripped. Of course, this simply infuriated her more, so when she reached down to dig it out of the mud, she threw it as hard as she could. It would just cause more problems for her later, because she'd have to hunt it down, but if she could at least pretend that the shoe hurt whatever bush she expected it to land on, she could feel better.

Instead of the rustling of leaves, she was met with the sound of her sandal plopping down in the water. She quickly made her way to the pond's edge, only to find that it was no where in sight. It must have sank down deep, which surely made it impossible. It definitely said something about how easy she had it if not being able to wear a dress and losing a shoe were her biggest woes, but it felt like the entire world was crashing down on her.

This was the stereotypical moment for her to wail, and yes, plenty of tears did follow, and there was even a large enough slab of stone near the pond for her to sit upon as she lamented about how horrible her life was.
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