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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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Archer
“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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The situation seemed to have been resolved. The children will get a new ball, and the woman will live another day. Arthur was about to breathe a sigh of relief. Unfortunately… he had to hold his breath for a few more seconds. Apparently, the red-haired girl was not entirely convinced if she should spend money on such promising young people. Arthur didn’t feel obligated to accompany her to the store…, but he felt sorry for her. As probably anyone who would notice the heavy-hearted expression on the woman’s face now would.
“Miss,” he said and tapped her shoulder. “I can borrow you some money,” he suggested, trying his best not to make it sound like an attempt in offering an immoral proposal to her. The last thing he wanted was such a scandal. He pulled a twenty-dollar bill from his pocket - the paper was slightly creased. Arthur smoothed it with his healthy hand. He felt that this amount would be enough to buy a decent ball. Maybe not one that will win the battle against car tires. On the other hand, such a ball would have to be made of steel to be so durable… but then more and more children would start to go to the hospital due to the increasing number of broken toes.
Arthur smiled sympathetically at the woman (after the not-so-sympathetic money situation) and went back to his bench and the pigeons. Birds began pecking at his boots, and Arthur hurriedly tossed more crumbs of bread at them. He had to somehow protect his feet from their sharp spouts.
He touched the spot where the ball had hit him. He felt his temple slowly swell and bulge dangerously. After the painful pain, a grand purplish bruise will remain. Arthur knew this was going to be a sensation at the police station. ‘Our boss got into a fight’, ‘Maybe he just slipped in the snow’… or more unfortunate gossip: ‘Surely some woman must have slapped him.’ Such rumors will probably start circulating among the policemen. And Arthur’s explains would only add to the wave of guesses and hypothesis. As if the life of a policeman did not provide enough adrenaline. In his mental diary, Arthur noted that he must quickly buy a full-coverage powder.
Arthur sighed softly, enjoying this long-awaited moment of peace. It did not last long. The red-haired woman obviously wanted a few more minutes of his time. Not that it was valuable by any means.
Comically she thanked him for his help. Arthur didn’t think she’s ever had anything to do with the police before… at least not in a positive way. “Miss, you don’t have to tha-… Kim?” Arthur raised an eyebrow. Did he really look like a Kim? This was probably the first time he has ever been called that. He was usually told his name should be Christian, but Arthur never quite understood why. “I’m Arthur.” He explained because he preferred the name given to him by his parents. “What’s your name?” he asked courteously. He was tired of calling her ‘Miss’. It was strange considering their age difference and Arthur being the older of the two of them.
She continued talking, but Arthur didn’t seem to be listening. He nodded where it felt right to do so but remained silent. Arthur thought the woman would be grateful to him for that. He was not the best interlocutor. Actually… the man was hopeless when it came to conversations. More than contributing to the dialogue, he preferred to examine her behavior. She spoke hesitantly. She didn’t know how to deal with him. Was it because of his age or his profession? She had an innocent smile on her face, which made her look like she should have been sent to prison a long time ago. The jacket she was wearing had deep pockets. Maybe it was a strange new fashion that Arthur would never understand… or she was hiding something inside it.
She offered to go to the store with her, and Arthur wanted to refuse. He wasn’t on duty. He had more important things on his mind. Besides, the kids wouldn’t hurt her anymore. They cared too much about a new ball. Even now, they were talking about it, arguing whether it should be black and white or green and yellow.
The woman surprised him. Maybe she sensed his uncertainty, but she pulled out an ace and threw it on the table. Arthur didn’t have any aces up his sleeve. He didn’t even know how to play cards. “It is true. More and more people are disappearing.” He noted. Arthur wanted to give himself time to decide. The young person in front of him was a sophisticated but seasoned player. Nor did she look like an exemplary citizen, so Arthur thought it was better not to leave her unattended. If he goes, he will learn more about her. If he doesn’t… “Fine. I will be your escort.” He concluded. His wife would not forgive him if he refused.
Arthur smiled at the boys, who reciprocated with a soft huff. Lovely. One of them - a black-haired boy with so many moles that it would be surprising if one of them did not turn out to be a hidden skin disease, was looking at Arthur. The man felt uncomfortable under his gaze. The little’s eyes turned to his metal hand. Disgust appeared on his face. A quiet discussion began between the boys. Arthur felt like a child again.
He remembered when he was seven years old. He didn’t have a hand, which made him a phenomenon - a strange scientific accident. It has been speculated that he lost it in a fire or it was bitten by a tiger. There was also a kid who watched horror movies in the absence of his parents. He p!ssed in his panties, which he would never change so that no one would find out about his nocturnal doings. He had his own assumptions. He stated that when Arthur was still in his mother’s belly (the word “womb” did not yet exist in their dictionaries), he had a twin brother who devoured his hand. Apparently, Arthur, out of anger, absorbed his unborn brother. Arthur knew now that this was not the case, but as a child, he thought about it all the time. He eventually confessed to his mother that he had eaten his twin, and she began to wonder when she failed as a mother.
Finally, his stepfather gave him a robotic hand, and Arthur hoped he would start being treated ordinarily in high school. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Acne-faced paragons threw him out of their gangs because Arthur was disabled. They thought he couldn’t play football, or he would scare off girls. Though as, for the latter, Arthur thought it was more the fault of not-so-stubbly chins and gel-slick hair. The fairer sex, on the other hand, wondered if a boy with a metal hand would satisfy their bed needs. They probably agreed on ‘no’ because neither of them accepted his desperate invitations to the prom.
Arthur put his hand in his pocket, feeling a wave of embarrassment flooding over him. He felt inferior to the youngster. Although he was technically more powerful than him due to his old age and job status.
He sighed, wanting to get it over with. “So, where is this store?”
@unsungcheerio ~ Anastasia Tremaine
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Previous day ~ December 2nd
Gaston and Aphro hardly spoke to each other. Their conversations were usually filled with loud onomatopoeias rather than articulated compound sentences. Recently, however, they have started doing something called ‘dialogue’ - their own games, in which the side that calms down faster won. Gaston wondered if it was a good change or a bad one. In the end, he decided it was best not to think about it.
Now they were also having one of these conversations. Gaston seemed to take the lead until Aphro drove him to the last stage of frustration. He was condescending, as befits a true gentleman. He didn’t believe she could have given up on his touch. Didn’t she desire him? It was agonizing.
Perhaps Gaston might even have believed that she was acting like this because that was not what they agreed on. It was pure business - pure s*x with no strings attached. It can’t be complicated. They just couldn’t know anything about each other, they couldn’t speak to each other, and they couldn’t spend the night on the couch in her living room, wine in hand, watching a movie, as she cuddled up close to his chest.
They broke the first rule when they found out about their spouses, and Gaston admitted that only his friend knew about their affair. The second one, when Gaston stayed with her longer than usual, and the conversation was on their lips. They were to break the third one now.
Ah, and it would be best if they didn’t kiss outside of the bedroom. It was known that they should treat such intimacy as less sophisticated foreplay. Aphro stopped adhering to this principle. She kissed him against all reason. Worst of all, it was a sign that they had gone too far. That now jealousy, understatements, and possessiveness would creep into their relationship.
Gaston did not move her away from him. He slipped his hand into her hair and pushed her even closer to his chest. It was too late to end it now. Gaston felt a sense of pride. It was ridiculous considering he’s caught up in another serious relationship and would now have to buy two crystal necklaces instead of one for the celebrations. Despite this, he felt satisfied. Because he knew Aphro would break eventually. He won the lottery game - he guessed all the numbers. He calculated his match well, and even though they both lost, it felt like he was the first to cross the finish line.
He didn’t say anything. Words were redundant, after all. His smile of pride was enough to humiliate Aphro. She liked him, and now she was no longer the “special” one. She became the same as the rest - in love with a man who did not take off his wedding ring even during a night with another woman. He knew very well that it was only a matter of time.
He kissed her neck as if reminding her why they were really meeting here. “Well…” he muttered into her ear, hoping it made her more embarrassed than before. She bared her heart to him, and now he could use it however he wanted. Aphro would never give up on him. He would melt into her brain until only his name would circulate in its lobes.
He moved away from her just enough to make her understand that “something more” was not an option here. At the same time, however, he touched her knee with his knee, thus expressing his delight with her mute confession. “So what movie would we like to watch?” he changed the subject as if nothing had happened. He proposed that they should see ‘Being John Malkovich’ because he thought there should be a portal leading to his consciousness as well. He stated that it would obviously be in demand.
@elixr ~ Aphrodite Florakis
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december third >> gaston
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His friend was pacing, leaving deep, heavy footprints in the snow as he did so. His face had contorted into one of complete and utter fury-he literally seemed as lobster-red as his coat, the puffs of air escaping from his nose, becoming momentarily visible before fading into the crisp air. He did stop his walking-in-circles, eyes piercing through LeFou as he stumbled out the door. He had been as quick as he could, but apparently not quick enough for his friend, who snapped, “Well, finally…What was taking you so long?” The air was frosty, and nipped at LeFou’s small nose and round cheeks as he made it through the doorway, leaving small, stinging sensations. But he did not seem to feel these-what stung the most was Gaston’s face, and the tone, harsher than any blizzard or snowstorm. LeFou hung his head. Gaston was right. It had taken him a while to reach his coat, and shove his arms into it-in fact, it wasn’t even buttoned, exposing his sweater to the fierce cold. He did try. He tried not to let his mind wander to the fact that if he was not so short, he wouldn’t have struggled so much. But under Gaston’s judgmental, scolding gaze…it was difficult. “I’m sorry Gaston.” Was all he could manage, muttering it to the snow instead of his friend.
He was regretting the way he behaved in the coffee shop. It was his fault-drinking from Gaston’s cup-how could one make such a mistake? He was the one who had confused Gaston-the one who was making Gaston feel so terrible right now. He was the one who had escalated the situation. He looked up at Gaston-not wanting to be disrespectful. Once again, his with that stone-cold stare. Gaston’s face was perfection-chiseled like a statue. The small pinch of red at the tip of his nose gave the effect of a rosy glow-whilst LeFou resembled a sweaty clown. wth is this line i am so sorry And then, he snorted. As if the man-who was trembling-and not just from the cold-was a ridiculous fool. And he turned away-not able to bear the sight of LeFou anymore. LeFou stared at his feet guiltily.
LeFou followed after Gaston like a dog-a dog with it’s tail between it’s legs and with it’s ears down, pressed against it’s thinly-haired head. But unlike a scolded dog-he did not whine. He was completely silent, just like Gaston. His feet sank into the snow drifts, leaving prints next to Gaston’s large boot-prints. Of course he did not speak, Gaston did not want him to. Gaston was angry with him-and this was his punishment. LeFou preferred this to scolding, though. Being berated by his best friend was hard to bear. At least this way, the only person nailing awful, hateful things into LeFou’s head was himself. Of course, he was also paying attention to Gaston, and the way his hair fell from it’s tie, letting black hair tumble over broad shoulders. But in this moment, it was impossible to find even a smidge of joy. He was trudging, now, footprints becoming oddly-shaped and blurred.
They turned a corner, LeFou lingering behind slightly. And that is when Gaston’s deep voice could be heard again. “LeFou.” Showing mercy, delivering the olive branch, perhaps. “We shall never go to that cafe again. The service there is terrible and besides…” Before LeFou could chuckle and crack a bit of a joke, Gaston’s hands slipped into pockets, becoming tight fists, visible even though the thick fabric. “You made me look like a fool.” One might think that the fact that Gaston was not looking at LeFou softened the blow of the words. But this was not true. It felt like LeFou’s heart was being clenched, twisted. He was the fool. How could he have done this? The blue eyes that had sparkled while Gaston chuckled, the sky-colored orbs that had stared at LeFou while he smiled-they were not present at this moment. They were storm-colored and dark. LeFou opened his mouth, but he could not even speak. He felt like he was drowning, in those lifeless, stormy eyes. His eyes bulged, his throat continued to tighten. Gaston only shook his head disapprovingly.
“Maybe now you can finally be of some use…” A dark mutter came from Gaston’s lips-though to LeFou, it was not pitch-black, instead, allowing a thin ray of hope to shine through-a chance at redemption. “We’re going to Belle’s bookstore.” He stated-this was a fact. An obvious fact. LeFou waited for him to continue-though he already suspected that this was the time he would be picking a book out-one Belle would adore-one that would make Gaston out to be the perfect husband. Which, of course, he was.
Gaston seemed to be thinking, about what, LeFou was not sure. Perhaps he was questioning whether LeFou’s his plan would work. Perhaps he was thinking about the way Belle’s eyes would sparkle, and her perfect teeth would show as she held the book in her hands. “Your task will be to choose the book. We’ve already talked about it.” He finally said, verifying LeFou’s guess. He nodded-slowly at first. “I will distract Belle while you buy her a present. Isn’t that a good plan?” He felt surprised-though his face was frozen still. Belle’s going to be there? He did not ask this-if Gaston was wrong-which he probably wasn’t, he would rather be the wrong with Gaston than right. “It’s a great plan.” LeFou agreed, trying to smile.
The road was iced over and slippery, LeFou had to stop dragging his feet to be sure he wouldn’t slip. If he did, he would likely crash into Gaston, knocking them both into the snow. He would ruin things once more-and embarrass Gaston further. His coat would be drenched, they would both be freezing. Falling on the ice, and not into a snow drift, was a very dangerous thought. He tried to stop-none of this had even happened-why was he lingering on it? Besides, there was something else to be distracted by-the interesting look his friend was giving him. Though he still looked…unhappy, there was an interesting shine behind them. Though LeFou had always found those eyes absolutely breathtaking. Perhaps, he was just seeing things.
“LeFou, I’ve already mentioned that…” A soft sigh-one that did not emit confidence. “But Belle and I had a terrible fight yesterday, sadly.” He did look genuinely sad-as if his heart was weighing him down. He did not seem very Gaston-like. Of course, to LeFou, he looked amazing, but even LeFou could tell something was not right. Would he get an explanation? Perhaps the fight with Belle had put him in this foul mood. Perhaps Gaston did not see all of this as LeFou’s fault. Perhaps, he was not a worthless, good-for-nothing friend, at least not wholly. “She didn’t want to…” He grunted, not finishing. Didn’t want to what? LeFou’s eyes revealed mild curiosity, his heart was burning with curiosity. “She didn’t feel like… I mean… she was cold towards me when I suggested…” He could not meet LeFou’s eyes, nor get out the rest of the words. “Ah, nevermind.” He gave up, grunting again. LeFou had to focus. His expression could not be sympathetic-Gaston was not one to be pitied. No hope or excitement-this was not the time for positivity. “Please…go on.” LeFou implored, trying to sound comforting and succeeding wowowo. “You can tell me anything. You know I’m on your side.”
o r p - @sunflower.flow - omggg made it just in time ^-^ hope you enjoy one of my favorite BTS songs that barely fits the mood but oh well 
your post was AMAZING, and though I could not match it in amazing-ness, i did beat it in words 
LeFou would definitely sing your song to Gaston 
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