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Dance #2: Future Duke Orpheus
Belle’s lips curved with amusement as she observed Orpheus dropping the argument of the his customary floral metaphors. It was a familiar pattern in her interactions with people, where her unwavering determination often saw her triumphing in debates. This was one of the times that Belle could admit that she was truthfully her mother’s daughter, driven by an unyielding pride coursing through the veins. If such a thing as a fatal flaw, a concept that ventured beyond the realms of literature existed, then Belle would readily concede her’s to be hubris and pride. She has long believed that she could excel in all things, was somewhat superior to most people in intelligence, skills and a lot of things, and truthfully history has yet to prove her wrong.
Talking to Orpheus though, had proven to not have been worst than she had thought, perhaps it was due to the fact that Orpheus currently was not a sober man but talking to him- as much as it nerved her, it was also quite amusing. It would not be a lie to say that perhaps, PERHAPS she was enjoying herself. Maybe the music was getting to her head or perhaps it was the fact she had been able to venture into someone’s else head, thoughts and ideas for less than an hour. She has been curious about Orpheus yes, everyone makes her curious, makes her think- why are they like that? Why are they loved? Why are they hate? What sort of childhood did they have? She always asked herself when she came in contact with another person, whether or not she chose to interact with the people, she was intrigued by people. She had often wished she could read minds, so she can understand a person better without having to talk to them because Belle unless she was already friendly with someone was not the best at socializing, she was often told by her friends that at first when they had met her- she came of, her aura came out as cold, judgmental and that if they were to make a single mistake, her lips would curl to disapproval. That was often how she was described as from the people who first meet her, it was honestly quite interesting how your thoughts can change when you truly get to know someone. She wondered, and still wonder now though how do the people she called ‘friends’ truly think of her now? Was she caring? Was she perhaps still cold to them? Was she kind?
Astonishing, or truly not, Belle had once again ventured into her thoughts. She seemed to be doing that a lot, thinking, it was perhaps the best thing she was good at. If they were giving medals and increasing ranks simply for thinking, Belle would have won all the meals. She let out a sigh as she waited for Orpheus question- truthfully she wondered, what may he ask? What would it be that would be the first question he had ever asked her and that Belle would respond truthfully?
“Why do you hate me so? For if I have done something to garner such displeasure, I would surely apologize."
Belle blinked.
Hate did she hate him? No, she did not think so, the word ‘hate’ was something she reserved for a few as though a lot of people in society could be considered hateable, they was a chart, Belle thinks, a chart of displeasure and the word ‘hatred’ falls at the very end.’ Orpheus was not even close to the middle of the ‘displeasure’ chart, he was simply in the mild or more than mild annoyance place. But she could see why he wondered such after all, Belle had told him time and time he frustrated her to the very core and he did. “Have I ever told you that I hate you?” She asked her eyebrows raising in questioning, "I said that you are frustrating yes and because you are, you frustrate me to the very core because truthfully I am finding reasons to hate you as you, to increase your position in my displeasure chart because perhaps I am jealous of your relation with Josephine… She started, "I find displeasure in the way you always seem to be in quite a positive mood and come to me though I have called you frustrating many times. And I do not fully trust you, most people I hear from think of you as really nice- as really kind, and perhaps you are kind but I do know that you are not that kind. You seem to be hiding a lot, and I do not trust many people," Belle had always thought that Orpheus was not as sweet as people made him out to believe- there was more to him, more layers that Belle had always wanted to wait for them to expose themselves. Give her a reason to hate him- perhaps he was a rake? Treated those below him badly? The first one seemed more likely than the later though, Perhaps he was not the best of relatives? Whatever it was, Belle knew there was something.
@DandelionKate - Orpheus