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Something is terribly wrong.

Belle had known the moment she opened her eyes that something was wrong, but there was a part of her too ready to deny that feeling as long as she could. She wiggled her toes in bed, she shifted, but she kept her eyes shut until the very moment she couldn't do that any longer. That was roughly the moment where a certain part of her body that had never existed before reacted very happily to the smell of Jacob beside her.

"Oh," she gasped, and then was forced to open her eyes in shock when that 'oh' came out much, much deeper. "Criss de calice de tabernac!" she swore, eyes wide with horror at both the situation and how shocked she was at it happening.
provincialbelle: (dream: by bloomyicons)
Belle didn't like to dwell too deeply on the disappearances of her friends on the island. They hurt her deeply, true, but she felt as though she had to honour them somehow. She grieved in private and did her best to build up some kind of work in their name in public. When Helena had vanished, Belle lost her mentor and teacher of all things related to archery. She had continued as best as she could, but she had still been too new to really know what to do.

As a result, the bow began to collect dust.

Now, she felt like she had to at least try once more. She slung the bow over her back and brought her quiver with her to the archery range, settling things down as she pulled on her gloves and readied herself for the task. That said, she did begin to peer down the rows to see if anyone else was present who might be able to offer her a tip or two.
provincialbelle: (dream: by bloomyicons)
Everything feels as if it's been happening very quickly and very slowly at once. The castle had been frightening and exhilarating at once and she had been so giddy to see all her friends again, but so dismayed to discover them in their original forms. Worse, of course, had been when she sat on the rug of the reading room and confessed that she didn't know that she was ever going to be the one to break the curse.

"I wish I could," she said. "And it isn't that I don't love him in my own way, but..." Belle's attention drew towards the door, where she had asked Jacob to stay for a moment. "But I think that there's someone else and I couldn't imagine a world without him." Disappointment had been so evident, but Belle could manage past that. She was simply grateful that she had managed to see them again after thinking she would never get that chance.

Now, with the gates behind them and the sun beginning to set in the distance, Belle did what she had been longing for -- she simply wrapped her arms snugly around Jacob's waist and held on as tightly as he could permit her.

"I'm glad we came," she admitted, speaking the words into his chest. "But I'm so very tired, all the same."
provincialbelle: (yearn: by ?)
Belle could feel the divot in her bed that she hadn't felt in years. It creaked, how it creaked! She remembered waking up on this bed every day for sixteen years thinking that she ought to ask her Papa to fix it for her because if he could invent such wondrous things as he did, then he could surely invent a solution. She shifted, right into Jacob's warmth.

Awareness, however, came quickly after and something occurred to her -- these two things couldn't possibly happen at the same time. Jacob could be with her, but the bed couldn't be. Or she could be in this bed, but then Jacob wouldn't be here. That meant two frightening things could be coming to pass: first, that horrible bed could be on the island with them. Second, she was home and there was some stranger in bed with her (terrifyingly, for a moment, she imagined with fright that it might be Gaston).

That thought drew her sharply awake, eyes flying open. She sighed with great relief when she traced Jacob's form with her eyes, but that relief quickly turned to shock as she examined the room around her. Wooden walls, Papa's inventions littering her room, rugs on the ground and her books in haphazard piles all around, in her own chaotic order.

"Oh my goodness," Belle gasped softly, drawing off the covers rapidly and shuffling into a pair of slippers and her housecoat as she flung open the bedroom door to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her.
provincialbelle: (disney doesn't mean unsexy: by ?)
This was not the birthday she had ever thought she would have. She was twenty-one years old this year, certainly not a young teenager anymore. She had responsibilities and her own life and her own home. She also had a boyfriend who was celebrating his birthday. When he had suggested taking the kayak out, she had been enthusiastic about the idea -- it was like nothing they had ever done before.

Of course, now, as she flopped around in the water, desperate to tread and keep herself above the surface, she was regretting that decision. How could she be blamed? She had reached out, trying to attract one of the butterflies that was fluttering close to her and had tipped out of the kayak. Sopping wet, she swims towards the tip, holding onto it and giving Jacob a waterlogged smile and a laugh.

"Now, how am I supposed to get back in?" she asked, lazily kicking now that she had something to help keep her afloat.
provincialbelle: (bookworm: by cerie)
It felt strange to be lingering in her workplace, waiting for someone to exchange stories with. Normally, she saw people exchanging goods and services, but this was a first for her. She couldn't lie -- she found the idea interesting and fantastical. Belle had warned Jacob that she'd be home late from her shift and the moment she was done singing, she had a glass of wine in hand, waiting at the bar for Nick.

Maybe it would be good for her, too. Sometimes, she still felt like her old life was strange and crazy. Maybe if she had the opportunity to talk about it with someone besides Jacob, she wouldn't feel quite so isolated. After all, only Jacob truly knew the whole story. This was a good idea, she thought. And, if nothing else, it meant she would get her fair share of stories from him, too.
provincialbelle: (praise the sky: by ?)
Belle wasn't moving very far at all, but it still seemed like a great undertaking, considering she hadn't ever really moved from one place to another. She and Papa had done so, but she'd been so young at the time that she didn't even remember how it had felt. Now, with her boxes and her books and her bags, she felt like she was taking a step that couldn't possibly be erased.

She was, actually, terrified.

The new hut was still dusty and nothing was put away. Every few moments, she had the same thought over and over again -- maybe she should just move back. She hadn't spent years wanting to explore the world for no reason, though, and she had to be strong in order to conquer the highest of mountains.

Belle kept the door open, peeking outside to see if Jacob was making any progress. "I know this isn't exactly the most glamorous way to spend an almost-anniversary, but I got a picnic blanket and wine," she offered enticingly. "That's not bad, right?"
provincialbelle: (bookworm: by cerie)
Belle had been so grateful to Jane for all the help she had offered and all the lessons, but she felt that sometimes she began to pester her. After all that fuss and to-do with the portal, she'd found a ray of hope in the mess and was just waiting for the right time to pursue it. She'd felt sick for so long and then there'd been the body. Now, though, she was tired of huddling to herself and tired of putting things off.

She wanted to learn more about all the wondrous and mad and perfect things out there and if she didn't take a step out her front door, she was never going to find that. So, she ventured out to the lab when she knew that Fred worked there, knocking apprehensively on the door. "Miss Burkle? I'm Belle, Jane's student. Can I come in?"
provincialbelle: (slightly hurt: by manderleyicons)
Belle had been figuratively worn after the first visit to the doctor. McCoy had hardly taken a look at her before dismissing it as something he didn't do (and given that his voice still sounded hoarse from that terrible incident, Belle had merely tugged at Jacob's sleeve to get him to draw away before they bothered him more). Still, two things came of that meeting.

The first was the secure knowledge that she wasn't pregnant (but she also wasn't feeling any better). The second was a referral to 'someone who's probably dying to help'. So this was how Belle found herself and Jacob in the company of Doctor House, sitting with her hands in her lap and trying to keep a straight posture though her exhaustion, no matter how difficult it might be.

"Well? Do you want my case?" she asked House, her eyes tracking him unsurely.
provincialbelle: (shame: by bloomyicons)
After several days, Belle could no longer ignore the signs. She had been so tired that she had barely made it out of bed and her muscles ached fiercely with a sort of fatigue that seemed to be warring with the swelling of her ankles for the most distracting symptom. Once she factored in the irritation and the headaches, she didn't want to do anything, let alone get out of bed.

Maybe, she reflected, it was a good thing that she was still at the Homestead. She couldn't imagine this would go over very well if she had left it. For one, no one would have found her for some time and wasn't that just a scary thought? As it was, she struggled with her bedsheets -- her body a decent temperature, but her limbs sore and she wanted to warm them -- and curled up on her side, making herself as small as she could be.

She just wanted to sleep. Maybe it wasn't right that after three days, she had spent more time asleep than awake, but she didn't care. She felt like she deserved a small break. It would all go away, she told herself. It would all fade.


Apr. 7th, 2011 07:27 pm
provincialbelle: (good girl at heart: by ?)
Belle had left the rave with an uneasy feeling down to her bones. She could see that others were having a good time, but it seemed just a touch too out of control for her. She had gone with Charlie and when she was sure that he had someone to go home with, she'd gone to her own home, glitter smeared all over her skin.

She hadn't eaten or drank anything and so was feeling clear-headed and a shade of tired, just slightly too weary from an environment she wasn't sure of.

When she returned to the Homestead, she knew it was late, but she still went to Jacob's room rather than her own and knocked lightly on the door, leaning her temple to the wood of the wall and waiting to see if he was awake.
provincialbelle: (magical: by citadel_icons)
Belle thought that this was a bad idea.

No, it was a good idea, but in the depths of her ever-working mind where the clockwork ticked away and she had little voices that sounded like Lumiere and Cogsworth, she knew that this was simultaneously a bad and good idea. She loved spending time with Jacob, but she was starting to realize that dating someone inevitably meant there was something else to your interactions -- a physical edge of intimacy that crept up on you.

And it was here at her shoulders now, pushing at her. They had gone to the waterfall and she was ready to swim. She did really love spending time with him, but now that they had been dating for ages and she was starting to understand her feelings, she was starting to understand she wanted a little more than what they were doing.

So, bad idea in a good one.

"You're not going to dive off that, are you?" she said warily, pointing up at the cliff's edge.

[For Jacob]

Aug. 8th, 2010 01:07 pm
provincialbelle: (bite your tongue: by ?)
Belle was sick with worry.

It was honestly the only way she could describe the gnawing sensation in her stomach. People had vanished to the other side of the Island and Jacob was gone and by logic of the situation, she had to assume that he was one of them. For days, she thought of going out there, of trying to find him, but she merely lingered at the barrier, not sure where he could be. Now, though, people were seeming to stumble back and she was outside the Homestead, her nails digging into her palm. She couldn't even pretend to read a book, her focus gone.

Instead, she sat and worried, wishing so much that she felt capable of going into the danger herself, but this wasn't like home. This wasn't just the woods. She knew about dinosaurs from her books and knew she stood no chance. And so she merely remained at the Homestead, waiting for a sign that things were going to be fine.

That he was going to be fine.
provincialbelle: (an adventure: by raphaelite)
When the caretaker of the house had vanished, Belle had noticed that not everything went. Their bedroom emptied, but the room at the northernmost point of the house still held strange scraps, tools, and other assorted miscellany that caught her attentive eye. Belle liked to sneak up into that room in the mornings and pretend that she was back in her Papa's workshop, fingers trailing over sprigs and parts of things that would one day become something incredible and wonderful.

She always left the door open just in case she heard a noise and needed to hurry right back down and out of the hall, pretending that nothing was amiss. As it was, she'd yet to be caught and she didn't fancy the notion of starting, so as she grasped a wrench and a piece of sheet metal, she made sure she was quiet about her work, even though the unmistakable sound of metal moving filled up the room.
provincialbelle: (me?: by funny_h0w)
Presumably, our pups have lives that happen when we aren't playing them, as none of us can play 24/7. Some of the things that happen are tedious and everyday, and not worth thinking much on: It's fair to assume they eat, bathe, go to "work" or school as it applies, etc. But there might be things that happen between pups that, while not necessarily requiring a thread, are important to note for the sake of development. The important stuff should always be played out, but we know you can't always play everything, and sometimes you need a little nudge in the right direction.

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