“I…” I started but then thought for a second. “I didn’t think about that…” I said but then chuckle. “Well, guess I’ll have to teach you how to make it” I joked as I took a bite. “Besides, it’s not that hard, and a chocolate bar is almost as expensive as the instant stuff” I point out.
@bpalmer
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“Thats true I guess but yeah you will teach me and I will still make you make it because you will be better at it.” I say as I giggle and eat some more. “You are lucky I don’t have you cook more this is really really good Gen.”
@Meekepeek
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I smiled. “Well I’m happy to do so if that means when we go out for dinner, you pay all the time” I said with a wink. “But I’m glad you like it, it’s simple but tastes good so I wanted to make it again” I said. “I’m happy I have you to share it with” I added with a smile.
@bpalmer
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I giggle “Well I don’t go out often and Im not sure that you would want to go out much more than me but I like cooking so no I want to cook some too.” I say as I smile at him and eat. “But yeah this is really good and I will probably ask you to teach me to make it again.” I lean my head on him and smile
@Meekepeek
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“True” I just said with a chuckle. “And I will teach you how to make it, just so I don’t have to cook as much. I like to do it for you from time to time, but it’s not my favorite hobby” I said. “But the occasional cooking won’t hurt” I added quickly.
@bpalmer
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“And see I would prefer cooking I really like to cook.” I say as I smile at him. “But yeah if you teach me this an any other good recipes you have stashed away I would appreciate it Gen.” I giggle as I smile at him. “Well when you want to cook you just tell me.”
@Meekepeek
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I nodded. “Sounds good” I said and carefully stretched for a little bit. “By the way, I looked at the weather forecast and at the ejd if the afternoon, it’s going to be clear, I know what happened will probably already set your answer, but I don’t feel like being stuck inside because of some cowards” I said. “How about we take the bus to go out of town for a little bit and go walk somewhere like a forest or near a lake” I suggested.
@bpalmer.
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I hear what Gen says and nod. “Ok as long as the weather is suppose to be better then Im ok with going out. I have my bus pass so we can take the bus no problem.” I stand up and put my empty dishes in the sink. “I don’t want to be stuck inside because of them either. I am going out with you Gen so they can just buzz off.” I say as I wash my dishes. “Have you been ice skating? If we go to the lake I can take you skating.”
@Meekepeek
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I gave him a bit of a sad smile. “I have and I love it, but I won’t be able to skate, remember?” I said and put my hand on my rib. “you would think with a city filled with people with powers, there would be one that could heal a broken bone in a few seconds…” I sighed. “I truly wish I could though,” I said.
@bpalmer
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“Oh yah well when you heal up Im taking you skating.” I say as I kiss his head. “You done eating Gen?” I ask willing to clean up since he cooked. “Im sure that there is someone that can heal bones like that we just don’t know them Genosta.” I sat as I ruffle his hair. “We can when your healed and I think it will be a fun thing to look forward to.”
@Meekepeek
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I nodded. “Yeah, I am” I said and got up. “Do you mind cleaning up?” I asked. “I want to take a shower as well” I said. “After that, we can go” I said and got up and gave him a quick but deep kiss. “Yes, something to look forward to, that’s also new for me” I joked and gave a wink. “I won’t be long” I tell him
@bpalmer
I just realized that we’re going all over the place with the time. They finish up dinner then get ready for an afternoon walk…
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There have been many times in the span of Anastasia’s life in which she has come into contact with an unfriendly sort of people. In her line of business, she’s dealt with many unsavoury folks of different ages and of different walks of life, but by far, the worst of them were certainly a group of angered twelve-year-olds.
You would think the opposite, think that maybe a group of twelve-year-olds would be easiest to deal with but you would be very wrong. Ana could recall an instance in which she’d mistaken a group of short people for kids when they were, in fact, hostile dwarves and that unfortunate incident resulted in her and Elise being held at gun point… anyway, so maybe they weren’t twelve but they certainly looked twelve and that definitely was relevant to her point.
At twelve, children are a lot more risky, experimenting with the rules and typically taking out their anger on other people. They were approaching the oldest grade of their middle school, and were becoming arrogant with this knowledge. Especially the twelve-year-olds with high-school-aged sinlings, those ones tended to think they were the sh!t with their skateboards and vape pods… Twelve year olds in a city like Las Levendas? Well, let’s just say she wouldn’t be surprised if it were actually a bunch of kids behind the kidnappings. The motive, she wasn’t sure of, but man, they did have the means.
Who knew, maybe these twelve-year-olds had a gun on them. One thing was for sure, Anastasia wasn’t planning on being murdered by a group of kids, nope. Even though it was a perfectly respectable way to go down, Elise would surely be laughing at her funeral and she wasn’t looking for that sort of humiliation, no thanks.
However, when she requested the kind stranger’s assistance in escaping the gang of children, he told her that he didn’t have a car. Which, huh, who didn’t have a car?? Well, yeah, sure, she didn’t have a car, but that was because Elise usually just magicked up some sort of transportation vehicle whenever she needed to get to someplace too far to walk. Anyway, that was a massive letdown, but the man seemed to think that he could resolve this elsehow, which was encouraging because she really wasn’t looking to have to fight a gang of children and maybe the man if he had a conscience. Her eyebrows rose, her eyes flicking between him and the gang before giving him a brief nod.
Then, like a knight in shining armour, the man stood and approached the group. He appeared to ask them what they wanted to do, and they all chorused “Beat her face!” Well. That was very unideal. Her face was her moneymaker, she very much liked her face the way it was without being beaten up. One of her hands had withdrawn from its pocket, but it twitched at her side, and so she balled it into a fist to still the motion.
The kid spat at the kind man’s foot, and her brows knit together in annoyance. Kim (he needed a name in her mind so she gave him one) obviously was a nice guy, and it was rude of them to be acting like this towards him when their problem was towards her. Thinking that whatever method he was attempting was failing, and she was about to withdraw a small tranquillizer dart gun from her pocket when she caught sight of the man brandishing a police badge from his own pocket. Startled, her hand returned the gun to its discrete compartment within her pocket, then removed the hand from her jacket entirely, clutching her hands in front of her and trying her best to appear as damsel-in-distressy as possible.
Truth be told, the fact that Kim was a policeman was very disconcerting, and it did make her want to run off, but she was smart enough to know that running was perhaps the guiltiest thing that she could do. So she just rocked on her feet, a small but triumphant smile on her face as Kim’s negotiations with the gang seemed to go in her way.
That is, until Arthur peered back at her and suggested that she buy them a new ball. Her face remained carefully blank, even though her mind was screaming her dissent at him. Ana hesitated before smiling politely at them and nodding. “Yeah, I’ll buy you a new ball! Of course, that’s what I was planning to do this whole time!” The problem with this was that she had not brought any money, and even if she had resolved to shoplift, well, that became increasingly problematic with a whole cop right in front of her. A forceful exhale slipped through her lips, and she resisted the urge to rub her forehead. What to do, what to do… she could always dip now, leave him to the metaphorical wolves, but he had done her a favour in deescalating this, and it would be good to have an ally on the police force…
Wheels turning, she looked to the boy, the gracious smile still gracing her lips. “Let’s go, hm? If we head back to my shop, I’m sure my sister can give you a ball.” Elise would not be happy to magic up a ball for a random kid, and would be even less happy to have a cop AND a group of kids in their store, but she would simply have to see the long-term positivities and deal. “Just follow me, it’s not too far.” Ana was sure though that her sister would be giving her grief on this whole situation as soon as she was able to, but honestly, she couldn’t even blame her. Next time she came across a group of kids in the park, she was just going to leave them be. She liked kids (when they weren’t trying to kill her), but it was just not worth it if she was going to be threatened like this.
Before they started to her store though, she turned to Kim, a warm smile on her face despite his coppiness. “Kim, thank you for that, defending the peace and everything!” Was that too much? How was an innocent person supposed to behave around a policeman? “I thank you, I’m sure you’ve seen some nastiness involving twelve-year-olds in your dangerous line of work. I’m very glad that I didn’t end up becoming a statistic.” Her smile was easy, depicting that of a naive and innocent civillian, if not someone a little daft. “I was wondering though, if you wouldn’t mind going with me and the children to the store? Just because I think they’re scared of you and since it’s a family business, I don’t want them wreaking havoc there.” She wasn’t too worried about him saying no, as he was a cop and it was pretty much his job to make sure the women were protected, especially with the whole kidnapping situation that was going on. Maybe she should play with that actually. “And, you know, it’s always comforting to have a police escort in these times… with those kidnappings and everything.”
@sunflower.flow mwah 1200 and something 
wow I started and finished in a few hours how impress
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Bill’s heart skipped a beat when he noticed her grin. It suited her perfectly and gave her an unusual divine aura. The corners of Bill’s mouth rose involuntarily at the sight of it. She asked him to sing his favorite song. It was the first time that it happened. Bill let out a small sigh caused by the happy shock that overwhelmed him.
The girl was about to introduce herself. Finally… Bill will find out her name. After all, he felt he already knew her. They met in the 1920s - in New Orleans. At least he felt just the same with her as with his secret lover from those times. The women leaned closer to the microphone.
“Be-” she began. Unfortunately, at the exact same moment, the microphone started freaking out. It squealed so hard that Bill winced. The sound drowned out what she said. Apparently, Bill was not supposed to know the name of the mysterious stranger.
He thanked her and returned to the center of the stage. He cast a knowing glance at the pianist. The instrumentalist sighed in resignation and lazily began hitting the keys. Slow, romantic jazz got everyone up, and people started forming pairs. The lovers rocked slowly against each other as Bill sang. Slowly, gently, staring into the distance. In fact, a part of his soul sang to her. How could he not? She had already messed up with his mind. Not with her appearance, although she undeniably looked like an angel, but… with her aura. Invisible to the eye. Noticeable to a sensitive soul.
There was a musical interlude time, and Bill was going to take advantage of that. He put down the microphone and leaned over to the woman, who was standing by the stage. He reached out his skinny hand and smiled brightly. “May I?”
@angelic ~ Belle LeGume
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LOCATION: HER HOUSE // DECEMBER 2ND
“No, it doesn’t,” she responded. “It makes you look like a wildman.” A frown was seen on her face. Gaston with a beard, Now that was a disgusting thought (for her). She couldn’t imagine him like that. But without a beard? Even horrid! “You should stick with your stubble, for now. I can’t imagine you any other way!” she said.
“I know, from the beginning, I said we should stop. I’m glad you agree with me.” That annoyed Aphro. That was not what she had meant. Well, not exactly. “What? That’s not what I-” she paused and held her forehead and sighed. Arguing with him was hopeless. “Nevermind. That’s exactly what I said!” she said in a sarcastic tone, subtly rolling her eyes. She noticed him staring into her eyes. “What are you… doing?” she asked in a soft voice, totally captivated by his gorgeous ice-blue eyes.
She liked his arm around her waist. It felt… nice. If Gaston stopped being a jerk to Aphro, he wouldn’t be so bad. She didn’t want to admit it, but she had started liking him. She didn’t want her feelings for him to become serious. She knew if that happened, things would get worse. Gaston didn’t like Aphro like that, pfft no. Maybe it was time she stopped spending too much time with him. It was for the best. She slowly pushed his hand away, hoping that he wouldn’t notice. (who’s she kidding? he probably did)
“We can watch a movie, how about that?” he asked her. “What?” she looked very confused. “You want us to watch a movie…?” she asked slowly. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Are you- are you alright? I could bring you some water, maybe?” she was genuinely concerned. Was he sick? Probably.
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Gaston clicked his tongue, snapping LeFou out of his thoughts once more, drawing him back to his sad reality. “Of course. Nobody deserves me.” And just like that, LeFou seemed to have done it again-lifted his friend’s dark mood again. A small smile broke out on his round face as he nodded slowly an eagerly-agreeing with every conceited word that flowed from his friend’s mouth. So he hadn’t completely lost his touch after all. The touch he had had since they were kids-the ability to, with only a few simple words, soothe his friend, bring him from the grey, stormy clouds of negativity and back to Earth. “But she…She deserved me the most.” The clouds began to float back into place as his confident friend’s voice seemed to quiver. LeFou’s heart seemed to quiver too-this man, this confident, perfect man could so easily be broken by one woman. A special woman indeed. No one else could do that to him. LeFou did not want to talk about it anymore-for both of their sakes. “She should feel honored to have such a husband.” He muttered almost spitefully.
Their eyes stayed on each other’s for a few seconds too long before once again, Gaston turned to the device in his hand. Something felt different than usual… but he was sure that was on him, not Gaston. Luckily, Gaston had pity on the clumsy, distracted person next to him-his sharp, chisled features softening-and softening LeFou’s heart as well. He grunted, only bringing the cup closer to his chest-almost protectively. LeFou saw this as a merciful second chance.
“Oh, yes, of course!” Gaston exclaimed, with happiness LeFou hadn’t seen in a while. He loved to see Gaston’s perfect lips stretching into such a smile, his blue eyes alight. Though, of course, a bit of jealousy panged within him. “Isn’t that great?” Such perfect teeth… LeFou managed a cheerful grin-though it did not rival Gaston’s. “It is! A pleasant surprise indeed!” His tone did not rival Gaston’e either-but it would be hard to anyways. He did not seem unhappy, at least. Another thing was bothering him now-Gaston and him usually spent their time at the tavern with each other. No matter how LeFou’s week was going-no matter how busy he was with work, no matter how tired he was, his eyes always seemed to light up as he sat across from Gaston-large mug of ale in front of him, looking out the window. To most, it was a very small thing-it would seem like LeFou was making a big deal out of nothing-the hopeless romantic he was. And maybe that was true. But it didn’t change how much this meant to him. Belle seemed to be digging into everything he had of Gaston, it was bad enough she had married him but now she would be joining him at the tavern. Maybe he’d be treated like a third wheel now. Perhaps Gaston and Belle would enjoy their time so much that Belle would join them every time-what was he thinking anyways? Belle was not the kind of person who would like the tavern. Though hopefully, she would enjoy her night, just as Gaston wanted her to. He would make sure of that, he would keep his word. But besides such silly fears…his heart broke once again at the piece of Gaston that was being taken away from him.
He clapped his hands-still jolly as ever, oblivious to LeFou’s heartache. “Well. I’m glad we have everything arranged.” LeFou gave another smile, nodding only. As he watched Gaston’s cup lift into the air, he reached for his own to toast-he didn’t have enough time to process what was happening-or to warn his best friend. The drink-which had been shared by two people now, was put to his lips, the liquid slithering down his throat. He did swallow-though the disgust and realization was visible on his face. This only made LeFou even more embarrassed-although it was more of Gaston’s fault-he had forgotten-probably because of LeFou’s awful mishap. Actually this was only made more embarrassing because of LeFou. If he hadn’t drunk from Gaston’s tea, Gaston would not look so displeased, so repulsed at this moment-as if he had swallowed a bug.
“For heaven’s sake.” The cup shook in his hand-drops threatening to spill. LeFou watched with wide eyes as Gaston got up. LeFou awkwardly tottered after him-unsure if he was doing the right thing. Would this make Gaston angrier? Still he felt the responsibility to follow his friend-to have his back. All eyes were on them-or at least, the angry bull of a man barreling towards the bar, teacup in hand. Perhaps they couldn’t believe their eyes. LeFou reached the bar a few seconds after Gaston-who had already slammed the cup on the counter and beckoned over a very pretty brunette waitress. She looked surprised at the attention, raising a well-groomed eyebrow to him. His eyes widened as Gaston gestured to him-was he trying to explain? With only a gesture? Again, he waddled back to the table with Gaston…what was even going on?
LeFou said nothing-he didn’t even know what to say. The brunette sighed before walking over to the table-a very loud sigh that voiced LeFou’s feelings perfectly. Gaston snorted, demanding water. LeFou turned his attention to the woman-she was very pretty indeed, with a brown fringe. She also wore a badge that said “E”. His eyes grew wide as the woman smiled sarcastically, and commented swiftly-she was not one to follow Gaston’s every order. He almost laughed when she finger-gunned, but kept a straight face for Gaston’s sake. Though she brought the water-despite the fact that she hadn’t gotten the ‘please’ she wanted. As she returned, she was peppered with giggles and questions. Though she didn’t seem like the type to giggle at Gaston.
The water was downed quickly, and the cup again slammed on the table along with a few bills. Before LeFou could choke out a ‘thank you’ and offer to pay, Gaston was reaching for his iconic red coat and storming away. Standing on his tiptoes to grab his own coat, LeFou ran after-as fast as he could, nodding to himself, still not completely understanding.
o r p - @sunflower.flow YOUR POST WAS AMAZING!!! I hope the length of mine matches!
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Previous day ~ December 2nd
“A wildman?” Gaston raised an eyebrow questioningly. He imagined himself with a long beard that was almost reaching the ground. Of course, Gaston knew that a bushy beard might not be the best idea. Besides, that was not what he meant. He just wanted a thicker stubble. Not too much… just a little. Aphro seemed to agree with him… Gaston smiled. “How do you imagine me?” he winked flirtatiously, then turned his head away from her, chuckling.
Gaston didn’t understand the sarcasm. He couldn’t tell a joke from an actual fact. Therefore, Aphro’s snappy comment didn’t bother him at all. Gaston just smiled - even wider. “See? Even you know that I’m right.” He stroked her cheek gently - a reward for good behavior.
“What do you think? What am I doing…?” he muttered, leaning towards her. His hand tightened around her waist, reducing the distance between them. Gaston’s eyes twinkled maliciously, symbolizing all the thoughts circulating in his mind. He knew she liked it too. He sensed that she felt good in his embrace. He kept his eyes on her, sparks of passion shooting around them like New Year’s fireworks. He leaned in even more, and… Aphro threw his arm away. What? Gaston blinked. Once. Twice. He shook his head in disbelief, not understanding what had just happened.
After all… she must have liked him. She had to… who wouldn’t adore him. Gaston paused for a moment and sat motionless as if time had stopped. She pushed him away… the thought of that came to him slowly, but once his mind had processed what she had done… Gaston exploded. “What are YOU doing?” he snorted, turning his beautiful azure eyes away from her.
“Of course I’m fine. How can you possibly assume otherwise?" He added just as cold. “I don’t feel like doing anything else. And neither do you, apparently." He grunted. “Oh, and don’t pretend to be so concerned all of a sudden!”
@elixr ~ Aphrodite Florakis
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“No not at all I can clean up its not a problem. You cooked Ill clean.” I say as I smile and wash the dishes. I kiss his cheek as he hands me his plate. “Ok go shower while I do the dishes and then we can get going.” I say as I smile and blush when he kissed me deeply. I heard his joke and rolled my eyes but hit his but playfully. Yeah well I will give you something to look forward to soon anyway," I say as I smile and keep washing dishes.
@Meekepeek Oh well
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LOCATION: HER HOUSE // DECEMBER 2ND
“Didn’t I already say that you would look like a wildman?” she looked confused. What was Gaston talking about? Was she supposed to imagine something about him? She, Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, couldn’t realise he was flirting with her. (I think; I’m not sure…) Goodness, what had happened to her? She was acting weird, and that was not alright. “See? Even you know that I’m right.” Aphro sighed. He was such an idiot. “Yes, you’re right…” she lied, subtly rolling her eyes. She looked back her him, who had a wide grin on his face. He looked cute to her. He slowly stroked her cheek, to which she smiled and turned away. She liked this. She didn’t want this to stop. Never. (Girl, he’s the most toxic person you’ll ever find on Earth. RUN.) Gaston had never been this affectionate to her. Aphro had started wondering if he liked her. (NO, HE DOESN’T. RUN WHILE YOU STILL HAVE A CHANCE.)
“What do you think? What am I doing…?” he moved closer to her, tightening his grip around her waist. Her cheeks flushed pink, and her face felt hot. Was he going to kiss her? ‘Please…’ she thought and closed her eyes, hoping their lips would touch. Only a second would be good with her! She had never been that desperate. Usually, the men and women were the desperate ones, wanting to spend a pleasurable night with Aphro. She rarely slept with others. (Gaston should consider himself lucky.) She only had her eyes on Ares and had never cheated on him… until now. Ares was the only person she was interested in back then. She never would’ve imagined herself swooning over a random man she had met – maybe a few weeks back – who she didn’t know a thing about.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, he started screaming, “What are YOU doing?” Shxt. She shouldn’t have pushed his hand away. Of course, he noticed. And now he was mad. She immediately opened her eyes and stared at him. ‘Great, Aphro.’ she thought and clenched her fists. So close. They were so close- and she just had to ruin their moment! “Wait, no- no, I- I didn’t mean to do that-t!” she started stuttering. “Your- Your hand must h-have slipped- slipped off… haha…” she chuckled nervously, diverting her gaze. (HOLD YOURSELF TOGETHER, WOMAN.) He was telling about how neither of them wasn’t interested in doing anything. That wasn’t true. She didn’t want him to go, no. “Gaston, you’ve got it all wrong- I-” she tried explaining herself. “Oh, and don’t pretend to be so concerned all of a sudden!” She sighed. It hurt when he said that. She cared about him. She really did. “JUST STOP!” she snapped and pulled his face closer, crashing her lips to his. (Haha, I totally didn’t steal that from Episode Official stories.) She pulled away after a solid minute and stared at him. She couldn’t believe she had done that.
@SUNFLOWER.FLOW // This is probably the longest post I’ve written for Aphro 
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Present day ~ December 3rd
Gaston was circling around. He was angry, no… furious. He felt as if he was about to explode. Yesterday Belle had insulted him, then Aphro made fun of him… and now this goddamn waitress was treating him like he was some kind of idiot. How could that be? It was unfair. Gaston wished he had put more time into making sure she had been fired.
Well… how long was he supposed to stand here like that? It was freezing cold outside as if the weather had changed along with his mood. Gaston tried hard to hide his grinding teeth. He should have dressed warmer, but then he wouldn’t have been able to show off his perfect chest. The world wouldn’t have forgiven him that.
LeFou finally deigned to run out of the store. There was a look of surprise on his face as if he didn’t understand Gaston’s behavior. Wasn’t his reaction obvious? Anyone would do the same thing he did. “Well, finally… What was taking you so long?” Gaston snapped at him. His friend was arduously a burden. And… the way he behaved in the cafe also made Gaston irritated.
This whole coffee situation. What a horror that was. How could his friend lead to something like that? He made Gaston look like a laughingstock. It was LeFou’s fault. Only his. Gaston made no mistake. The man stared at his friend for a moment longer. He observed his quivering pupils and chubby cheeks that now seemed redder than usual. Probably from the cold. Gaston just snorted and looked away, unable to pay more attention to his companion. He was disgusted with him at the moment. With his short posture, his thick hair, his barely visible freckles, and his full, pinkish lips. However, what he could not stand the most, was his friend’s clumsiness… Ah, really, LeFou could drive him crazy sometimes.
Gaston strode forward, his massive boots sinking into larger and larger drifts of snow. He was silent, letting LeFou understand that he had tarnished Gaston’s ego and deserved the punishment of quietness. The wind beat him in the face. It loosened his ponytail again and again, and more strands of hair fell over his stone-cold face. Gaston was directing them somewhere they had never gone to before. Somewhere even Gaston didn’t think he would ever happen to come to.
Today, however, he felt he had to finally do it. He had to face what he had been running from. He turned into the left alley and sighed deeply. “LeFou.” Gaston mercifully ended the silent treatment. His friend suffered enough. “We shall never go to that café again. The service there is terrible, and besides…,” He shoved his hands into his pockets, clenching them into fists. He wasn’t gazing at his friend. “You made me look like a fool.” Maybe it was for the best that he didn’t turn his piercing blue eyes to LeFou. His pupils seemed to darken and became empty… as if anger swallowed the life from them. This joy, that manifested itself through tiny sparks. Gaston was frowning, and all his face stiffened. LeFou really made him furious. And that waitress. Gaston shook his head in disbelief. He was the least deserving of such treatment of all people in the world.
“Maybe now you can finally be of some use…” Gaston muttered contemptuously. He was stabbing the metaphorical knife into his friend’s back even farther. Probably breaking his heart more than usual. As if the earlier comments against him were not sufficient enough. “We’re going to Bella’s bookstore,” he explained, though it seemed clear to him. Where else could they go, if not there?
It was the next step in their relationship. Gaston’s appearing at Belle’s territory.
She showed the initiative to appear in the tavern. She also seemed to want Gaston to show up at her “other home”. By the way, he might as well check if she has changed her mind about their meeting today.
Gaston wasn’t going to give her satisfaction of winning that easily, however. It would absolutely be a surprise to her when he’d walk through the door of her book shop in all his glory. It will amaze her positively. Nevertheless, Gaston was not going to let her succeed just like that. After all, it was because of her that he had to sleep somewhere else. She couldn’t win this battle that easily. So Gaston decided that even though he would visit her bookstore, he would give her a minimum of his attention. He would go through a few comics, flirt secretly with a few female employees. It will surely make her jealous. Maybe even (unless LeFou made it even tougher for him on their way to the shop), he would also honor his friend with a conversation. It will best be about how majestic Gaston will look against the background of the colorful edges of the novels.
“Your task will be to choose the book. We’ve already talked about it. ”After a long silence, Gatson explained what he would need LeFou for. He gave him lots of tasks today, but that was LeFou’s role in this unusual relationship of theirs. From Gaston’s perspective, he had saved LeFou many times… so now, LeFou had a lifelong debt to pay. Gaston unscrupulously gave him the most difficult tasks to complete. “I will distract Belle while you buy her a present. Isn’t that a good plan?"
The road was extremely slippery, and Gaston’s shoes were not adapted to icy surfaces. He could barely keep his balance, and knowing that a single slip could put him on top of his friend, was only helping him with walking evenly. Only now did he look at his companion. Though his eyebrows and lips still expressed distress, there was a faint gleam of sympathy in Gaston’s eyes.
“LeFou, I’ve already mentioned that …” he sighed softly. “But Belle and I had a terrible fight yesterday, sadly.” He needed to talk to someone about it. He felt something heavy was laying on his heart. He couldn’t tell Aphro about that… and LeFou was the well for all his problems. “She didn’t want to …” he grunted. He didn’t know how to put it into words. “She didn’t feel like… I mean… she was cold towards me when I suggested…” he shook his head, feeling it was stupid. Talking about it would only make him look worse in the eyes of his friend. LeFou can’t, after all, find out that Belle was disgusted with her husband. Disgusted… it was such a harsh word… How can anyone resent him? The Gaston? “Ah, nevermind.” He grunted harshly, feeling the rock lying on his heart, crushing it more and more…
@ethereal ~ Marcel LeFou
YOUR POST WAS SO GOOD! I hope mine was satisfying. Also I imagine LeFou singing the song to Gaston, yes
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I smiled and gave Archer a quick peck before walking to the shower. I chsnged out of my clothes and saw just had bruised up I am… Well compared to normal. The purple spots looked like spread out parts of my decaying skin and around my stomach and ribs, It looked the worse. “So much for getting better” I mumbled before I stepped into the shower. Every movement from taking of my clothes, to taking the shower, but it also felt good and relaxing.
When I was done, I walked back and hugged Archer from behind. “Are you ready to face the cokd?” I asked.
@bpalmer
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