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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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