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Belle had truly found herself in a strange situation, unable to understand what truly what was happening and what she was feeling. Words, her closest companions, had always been her solace in the world. Yet now, when she needed them most, they seemed to elude her. She struggled to find the right words to convey the complex maelstrom of feelings swirling within her or to find a response to Orpheus, but perhaps he did not require a response. He seemed so set on anger and a confusing sadness to truly require a response.
It still shocked her, the situation, but then again who would it not shock? She had never expected Orpheus to be this harsh, well this harsh to her- to others probably, she never truly bought his kindness or humorous act he tried to put on, but if he were to snap at someone Belle would never expect it to be her- because after all she never truly gave him the time of the day did she? Never really gave him access to her thoughts, had she?
His words, Belle would admit to only herself and to God if there was one, that it made her feel sorry. Perhaps it was the fact he was drunk and so emotionally unstable that made her feel pity for him, as he turned his heel and began to walk away, while she just stared her expression truly and utterly confused. Belle had never truly intended for her words to wound him so deeply, she had not thought he would be that hurt, she had honestly thought that he would take it as another Belle being Belle after all it was in her reputation to be cruel- to be a thorn and she was especially cruel to him with her indifference towards him, it was something he was used too. Something that he knew all so well about, so what had confused him so? Had he truly thought that she trusted him? When she had not even shared anything with him and when belle was known for keeping to herself and expressed her annoyance towards him, he had still expected trust? Well, a lot of people did quite have the audacity. Still, she could understand where he was coming from. In love, one could still not harbor trust and in hatred, one might unexpectedly place trust, in annoyance there could be trust too and Belle did trust some people she found herself annoyed by or disliked, so she could understand why he had thought that perhaps she had trusted him and perhaps she should have been kinder with her words. A drunk man was an unstable man, one whose emotions no know bound and he already seemed so hurt before- so lost and thinking about someone. Belle should have probably asked again what had happened, but that had escaped her when she was too busy asking the questions she had always wanted to ask when he would be near her and she would be cold him.
She stared as he walked, her expression turning into something that even if Belle was giving a mirror to see, she would not be able to explain it quite well as she could not even explain her emotions right now. She then shook her head with a sigh, ‘why do i even care if he is hurt?’ Since when had belle cared about his feelings? Or ever felt sorry for him? What should she be sorry for, for being truthful? She was taught that honesty was the best policy! And it was not like her words were so cruel it was wretched, her words were normal, really she should not be feeling sorry- she should not be caring. Lord Orpheus was just getting into her head, confusing her thoughts! She did not care about this whole situation, she did not really… did she?
Regardless, Belle thinks it was time for a drink- that situation had surely made her throat dry and her head cloudy, she needed some relaxation, to collect her thoughts, especially because the situation had giving her an idea for something. A very strange situation but a very interesting idea Belle had, but that idea would have to wait till she reached home. She was walking towards the table with drinks when she had seen Louisa standing doing nothing and Belle had approached her, sliding her arm into her dear friend and turning Louisa to face her with a bright smile. “Oh Louisa my own heart! We must drink, I have a lot to tell you and a lot to think about”, She said as she walked Louisa towards the table, “Though you have probably already drank a lot, and I do not wish for you to get so sick with drinks, it seems to make the mind go insane and filled with confusion”. She said in reference to her situation with Orpheus, “But I do not wish to drink alone nor do I wish to be approached and no one will approach me if we are talking so talk to me dear friend. How have you been? Because I have not been the best, truly I should have stayed in France, I do not know why my parents made me go to England- ok that is a lie, I do know why my mother wants me in England, her opinions very her’s but France was far more calming, though I did do a lot of things to not make it so calm.” Belle said slightly wincing at the last part as she remembered the little ‘troubles’ though she not think of them as actual troubles but her taking her agency that the world seems she did not deserve because she was a lady. “How has England been treating you? Because after this season end, hopefully I find a way to go earlier than when the season ends, I will return back to france and live there forever, perhaps travel to russia or Germany some times. You would come with me right? We will live together like we have always promised, and we would be as happy as ever and we shall achieve all that we need to achieve,” Belle said as she took her first sip of the drink, the alcohol in it already making her giddy. Unlike wine it seems, this drink she had picked was a little bit stronger and Belle was not the most tolerant when it comes to alcohol.
@Ouijaloveletters - Louisa
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@DandelionKate - orpheus