made a new nametag because i am so lazy we love that || december third, gaston
The silence was chilling, though LeFou supposed it could be worse-silence often meant all had been said, and there was nothing left to be upset about. Perhaps it was over, and all memory of what had happened in the cafe would blow away in the icy wind. The warmth that his now-buttoned coat gave him also gave him a ray of hope, and a bit of a different emotion. “If you’re still cold, you should invest in a scarf and gloves.” Gaston suggested, snorting, as how ridiculous LeFou looked with scarlet-painted cheeks. “You’re right.” LeFou agreed somberly. Gaston liked to be right-and he was. This only made him flush deeper-he let himself think this was Gaston’s way of accepting his apology and even worrying about him. He was able to ignore the gruff, commanding tone, and focus on the words, the words that said, “Be careful LeFou, you might catch a cold.” LeFou did have gloves and a scarf-he had forgotten them at his home, though. He hadn’t expected to be out in the middle of a blizzard, pushing through icy sheets, all for his best friend’s marriage. Hopefully he could find the perfect book, and Gaston would be satisfied in the end. That was all that mattered. Gaston seemed to be plowing through like a tractor… but if LeFou was becoming numb, there was no way Gaston was not becoming at least a bit…“Are you…cold, Gaston?” LeFou asked hesitantly.
There was another silent moment-well…not silent at all. People still shrieked, doors slammed shut. The wind howled, drops splattered on LeFou’s skin. Silence, in this moment, meant neither of the men spoke. And to LeFou, that felt like silence. “Fine, dear LeFou.” When Gaston spoke, LeFou’s heart pounded faster, though skipped a beat at the word ‘dear’. “I guess I can forgive you.” LeFou smiled hopefully, squinting through the hail. But he did not see a comfortable, endearing smile. He did not see eyes full of forgiveness, only a rigid, threatening face. “If it’s a failure… I don’t know if I’ll be that kind.” LeFou felt a lump the size of a snowball travel down his throat. “T-Thank you, Gaston,” He stammered out eventually, voice shivering. “It won’t be.” He added, trying to sound sincere, but instead sounding desperate-which he was. Was he making promises he couldn’t keep? LeFou had no choice. If tonight didn’t go well… he would deal with that later. In the moment, he just had to regain Gaston’s favor.
“I also…don’t understand it, dear friend.” Gaston admitted, nodding as he said this. “Belle stays in that bookstore of hers all the time. So I have to keep myself entertained and go to those d-mn cafes.” LeFou winced at Gaston’s last words, closing his eyes, tucking his head into his shoulders. That stung. It shouldn’t have. LeFou was used to being second best…or just not the first option. But that didn’t mean he was immune to the hurt. The conversations they’d shared. Gaston’s booming laughter when LeFou cracked a joke. The smile playing on his lips when LeFou tried to cheer him up. The drinks coming in so many different flavors-Gaston had excellent taste. LeFou always ordered the same as Gaston- a great choice indeed. The drinks were deep and rich, warming his entire stomach while Gaston’s sparkling blue eyes warmed his heart. He’d enjoyed those days, despite the drops of dark liquid that now stained the hem of his favorite shirt, the time he’d tripped and made Gaston look foolish, the time the cookie he’d tried didn’t agree with him later on. He always enjoyed being in Gaston’s company-finally being the one Gaston chose. Why was he surprised that even though it was so important to him, it was practically nothing to Gaston? Still, he hid this with a nod, and empathetic frown. Gaston should be spending time with the woman he was in love with. Not making memories that would fade in a day.
“The weird thing is, she was acting like a good wife at first.” Gaston continued. LeFou was careful not to speak too much-this was about Gaston, after all. “I don’t understand what must have changed in her environment that she became so… well… dry.” LeFou almost choked at the word usage. Gaston said the problem was certainly not him, and LeFou gave another firm nod. Of course it wasn’t Gaston, he was the perfect husband. Though he was not so sure about what had changed… he had no clue where to start. It wasn’t like Gaston had changed, he always remained his perfect self. A different factor must have changed in Belle’s life… LeFou did not know her well enough to even form a guess. “Of course not.” LeFou said, quickly, and with some frustration behind it. Why would anyone want to change Gaston? Especially Belle, who had plenty she could work on herself? He couldn’t understand-she had the perfect man right in her grasp- “It must have been her… or something else.” LeFou added, using the word ‘something’ instead of ‘someone’. Gaston had probably already thought of that, and he didn’t want to make things worse. “Why would she want to change you? You’re…perfect.” The last word was breathy, and genuine, full of awe.
“Oh…” Gaston murmured this, sapphires shining despite the darkening sky, hypnotizing LeFou. More cerulean than the sky before a blizzard, deeper than an ocean. There was a strange undertone to it all, one LeFou could not figure out-not that his mind was even functioning properly at the moment. “It will definitely be as you say. It can not be otherwise. Belle won’t be able to resist me.” Gaston’s dreamy words were enough to loosen LeFou from his daydreams. In reality, LeFou did not know if things would go as he said at all. The tavern did not seem like the kind of place you would find bookish, quiet, Belle-it was literally the opposite of the bookstore. Would she be bored? Awkward? Hopefully not unpleasant. LeFou did not bring up these worries, though. It was important that Gaston felt as confident as possible. If they both had confidence in this plan, it was more likely to work. “Trust me, Gaston. Tonight will be the best night of your marriage.” He assured him, flashing a firm smile that showed no nervousness nor tremor.
Often, things seemed to go Gaston’s way. Lucky pennies were sprinkled in his path. He was the person who was allowed to cut in grocery lines when in a hurry-with no grimacing and mutters from the line. LeFou had never seen him lose even a coin toss. So why had the sun turned it’s glowing face from him? What was happening to his poor best friend?
Gaston was not looking at him anymore. In fact, he didn’t seem to be looking at anything at all. His eyes had glazed over, though his lips were no longer in a jagged, harsh frown. Instead, a small smile, eyelids lowering over his blue pupils. He did not snap out of this as LeFou crept up to him, grasping at the jacket-which had been splattered with water droplets. Just as his fingers brushed the deep red fabric…“What now?!” He was scolded, not only with harsh words, but with a disturbed, angry face, that seemed to glow red in the midst of the hail. LeFou was taken aback slightly, but didn’t dare step away-for fear he would slip on the ice. What was he doing? Did he not know how to control himself anymore? How to resist temptation? His expression was regretful. Luckily, no one was around anymore to see the pitiful man-no sane person would be out here in this storm. He clicked his tongue, sighing. He seemed exasperated with LeFou once more…but before another apology could be uttered… “Well, fine.” His Jaw dropped. He began to stutter-but the sounds were too quiet and jumbled for anyone to understand. His hand felt warm as Gaston grabbed it, placing it inside the bend of his very toned, muscular arm. LeFou’s arm felt numb and it wasn’t from the frigid weather. Warmth traveled through his veins, bringing back color to his cheeks-a bold pink spreading across his entire face. Gaston’s fingers met his ungloved ones, carefully placing them in the right position.
Gaston stared at the snow-covered ground. He was probably very embarrassed to be in this position, even though it was unlikely anyone was watching except for two psychotic Gafou shippers named Ethie and Smarta. This was the second time that day he had humiliated Gaston by letting his guard down, getting lost in his foolish desires. But… he wasn’t about to let go either. He leaned closer ever-so-slightly, allowing his fingers to clench at the muscle, still very able to be felt, even under all of the layers. He couldn’t help but let a smile take over his lips, as he looked up at Gaston with admiration, love, and perhaps a bit of nervousness. “…Thank you, Gaston.” His tone matched the stupid grin on his face. His tone was, without a doubt, one-hundred percent genuine. He grasped even tighter as he nearly slipped. He supposed he should be looking at his feet as well.
Gaston was speaking again, and LeFou was almost paying full attention. It was hard… he wanted to soak in this moment the same way his worn coat was absorbing the water droplets and more. He wanted to engrave this memory into his brain-the feeling of walking alone with his best friend-the man he was in love with. The feeling of his hand tucked safely into the nook of Gaston’s arm…almost as if they were lovers. The colors-brilliant red and pinks, impossible to miss, despite the grey. His memories with Gaston were things he treasured more than anything material, stored in his head, popping into his mind almost all of the time. Always bittersweet, but sweet nonetheless. And a bank full of reasons he could never let Gaston go.
The word Aprhro gained the rest of his attention. His brows raised, and he turned to Gaston, intrigued. He always hung on every word Gaston said, no matter if it would wound, or lift him above the clouds. He paid attention, then thought of exactly what to say. “Oh?” Gaston began to tell a story-in very vivid detail-involving Aprho of course. LeFou could practically feel that moment’s passion as Gaston gripped his hand so tightly, it felt cramped. His heart was also cramping up with every description of Aphro-and what she and Gaston had shared with each other. Grabbing her waist. Running his perfect fingers through her perfect hair. Plump mouth. His voice was low and husky…perhaps a part of him felt back in that wonderful, passionate moment. “BUT SHE!” Gaston suddenly snapped, making LeFou jump a bit. He couldn’t believe she took his hand away. How dare woman treat Gaston so poorly? He could not comprehend. His heart beat even faster than before.
Gaston was speaking very quickly, his fury showing. “She was laughing at my despair.” LeFou would never do that. lied. rejected. LeFou would never do those either. LeFou shook his head even more-unable to comprehend everything. Aphro might be even more of a puzzle than Belle. He met Gaston’s eyes, “Go on, what?” He asked, not impatiently or rudely, more with awe and shock-curiousity to hear the rest. What was so hilarious? What was so unbelievable? He stopped breathing, hanging on every syllable now.
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@sunflower.flow ~ gaston legume
MY POST MADE ME CRY SO MUCH- HOW AWFUL
anyways imagine being able to write like how you did- ITS AMAZING you did so well sjddkdk
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