Heres just a short little look in the mind of Belle as her and the Beast are lectura in the biblioteca during something there.
Obviously I dont own the characters o the story....disney does....
Belles POV.
The fuego was crackling as I read from the book I had come to amor so much. The warmth hit me hard but that wasnt the only thing making me feel warm. It was also probably my companion.
The Beast was propped up behind me his legs pulled in as he stared at the pages with those clear as the sky blue eyes that seemed out of place on such a creature. They followed along as I read, him trying to make out the words on the page.
I had already guessed he couldnt read as he seemed overjoyed when i offered to read to him myself. His eyes lighting up almost as if navidad had come early....well not the last navidad but a fresh christmas, a joyful one.
As I read on I watched him carefully looking at his face. Something wasnt right. Under all that pelaje, piel there was something slightly off.
His features such as his eyes were almost as if they had been ripped from a dashing man and slapped right onto this monsters face.
"Dont be mean Belle, he did save your life" I thought as I kept on reading, feeling guilty for looking at my practical life saver who I had just referred to as a monster.
My voice rising and falling as the story went on I had time to ponder what my forever was going to be like here. Would it be happy? o would it end in tradegy?
Looking at the Beast as he warmly smiled down at the last page, I realized maybe I could make this work, for him, for the castle, for myself.
Maybe there is something there that wasnt there before...
Ok so i hope tu like it! It was really short but it was a spur of the moment thing.
Obviously I dont own the characters o the story....disney does....
Belles POV.
The fuego was crackling as I read from the book I had come to amor so much. The warmth hit me hard but that wasnt the only thing making me feel warm. It was also probably my companion.
The Beast was propped up behind me his legs pulled in as he stared at the pages with those clear as the sky blue eyes that seemed out of place on such a creature. They followed along as I read, him trying to make out the words on the page.
I had already guessed he couldnt read as he seemed overjoyed when i offered to read to him myself. His eyes lighting up almost as if navidad had come early....well not the last navidad but a fresh christmas, a joyful one.
As I read on I watched him carefully looking at his face. Something wasnt right. Under all that pelaje, piel there was something slightly off.
His features such as his eyes were almost as if they had been ripped from a dashing man and slapped right onto this monsters face.
"Dont be mean Belle, he did save your life" I thought as I kept on reading, feeling guilty for looking at my practical life saver who I had just referred to as a monster.
My voice rising and falling as the story went on I had time to ponder what my forever was going to be like here. Would it be happy? o would it end in tradegy?
Looking at the Beast as he warmly smiled down at the last page, I realized maybe I could make this work, for him, for the castle, for myself.
Maybe there is something there that wasnt there before...
Ok so i hope tu like it! It was really short but it was a spur of the moment thing.
Call me Anne. I wouldn't say my age because tu would be embarrassed but think older then Elsa. I loved the 90s princess (Ariel, Belle, Jasmine, and Mulan) since I identify with them a lot. When I was in elementary&High school I did get bullied but that's a long time hace now. I amor some of the artículos I have read here on this site specifically the ones arguing about cenicienta not waiting around for a Prince to save her. Did tu know that it took from the 1800s to the 1912 before Snow White's and Cinderella's respective stories overlapped? And in the 1913 some guy who had the last name Powers who would later help disney with Steamboat Willie made his own film version of Snow White and borrowed the True amor kiss from either Grimms' Briar Rose o Perrault's Beauty in the Woods.
