Belle busied herself in Alice’s kitchen. It was a lovely little nook and forever stocked of the finest English goodies one could procure in Wonderland. Time passed and soon dough had become muffins and water transformed to tea. Setting everything neatly on a tray, Belle hurried up to Alice’s room. Knocking, this time not quite so hard, on her door, Belle walked in, sitting the tray on the night stand and plopping herself playfully on Alice’s bed. “Rise and shine lovely!” She exclaimed sing-songishly. She let Alice wake slowly as Belle was quite comfortable, having propped her head on her hands and kicking her legs in the air. “Oh and by the way…” She half giggled, with a faux look of severity, “I did not burn down your house.” She winked and sat up, poured Alice a cup of tea and handed it to her dear friend.
Alice sat up in bed, wide awake, by the smell of food. “Good morning.” She said, reaching for a muffin. “And good! Otherwise I’d be living out of the book store! Or Reginald’s.” She smirked and bit into the muffin. It was soft and warm and made her feel a lot more energetic than she did an hour before.
Between bites, she asked Belle, “When should we head over to the shop? I’m all excited about the opening now.” She giggled, kicking her feet under the covers.
“Of course!”
After ensuring they were ready, the girls headed to the bookstore. Belle couldn’t stop talking about the different million things she thought they could do, or the various decorations they could use. “And really Alice, I think it would be grand if we decorated the staircase. Naturally it’ll be roped off as I don’t need curious minds roaming my room upstairs.” She giggled a little. The entire adventure was making Belle ridiculously giddy. She was going to have her own bookshop, of course with Alice, but it was theirs. They’d earned it, and now her dream was coming alive. Thoughts of one she’d left behind kept attempting to creep into her mind, but she would have nothing of it. Today is ALL about the shop! She smiled to herself a moment before continuing to rattle off random “bookshop” nonsense. They finally arrived at the door when Belle realized she’d been the one doing all the talking. “Alice dear, you’ve said nothing this whole time! What is running through that English brain of yours???”
“Ok ok, so which book!?” She stood there holding both books up for Alice to look at and then couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter at the current state of Alice, dropping her arms to her side. “Oh darling, I’m so terribly sorry. I woke with the sun and haven’t been able to sleep any further. I’m too horribly excited for the grand opening and well, had a million ideas running through my head I couldn’t possibly wait for a decent hour to see you.” She smiled. Alice had become her dearest friend. They met the night Belle had fled from the Beast’s castle, and though Belle continually assured Alice she’d never go back, the French woman had found herself make frequent stops at the post, sending and receiving letters; something she had no intention of ever telling Alice. The young blonde had taken Belle in and helped her on her feet in Wonderland. Over time they grew to be like sisters and now, were opening a bookshop together in town. “I do hope you forgive me… Here, how about you go back upstairs and catch another hour of dreamland and I’ll make a delicious breakfast and bring it up for you? We can go over this stuff after that?”
Alice tried to keep up with her fast talking and pushing of books into her face. She couldn’t even see straight with the amount of drowsiness she was feeling. “Uh- uhm…both?” She mumbled out.
When Belle offered to let her sleep longer and cook her breakfast, she simply could not refuse. With a silly and pleasant smile on her face, she dragged her feet back up the stairs and collapsed on her bed. Snuggling up into the blankets again, she began to dream about blueberry muffins and eggs and whatever else Belle might end up making. All the while, she ignored the thought of Belle being accident prone like her father (so she had heard), and burning down her kitchen.
Belle busied herself in Alice’s kitchen. It was a lovely little nook and forever stocked of the finest English goodies one could procure in Wonderland. Time passed and soon dough had become muffins and water transformed to tea. Setting everything neatly on a tray, Belle hurried up to Alice’s room. Knocking, this time not quite so hard, on her door, Belle walked in, sitting the tray on the night stand and plopping herself playfully on Alice’s bed. “Rise and shine lovely!” She exclaimed sing-songishly. She let Alice wake slowly as Belle was quite comfortable, having propped her head on her hands and kicking her legs in the air. “Oh and by the way…” She half giggled, with a faux look of severity, “I did not burn down your house.” She winked and sat up, poured Alice a cup of tea and handed it to her dear friend.
“What in heaven’s name-” She groaned, sitting up out of bed, rubbing her eyes. A ruckus was being heard at her door. Shuffling down the stairs, she threw open the door, and glared at the woman.
“Belle. Why, oh why, have you woken me at this god forsaken hour? It’s 5 am, for goodness sake! All sensible people are still fast asleep in bed. Like me. Or I was.” She grumped. She had been dreaming about a very special man too. Sighing heavily, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Well get in here, it’s freezing outside!”
“Ok ok, so which book!?” She stood there holding both books up for Alice to look at and then couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter at the current state of Alice, dropping her arms to her side. “Oh darling, I’m so terribly sorry. I woke with the sun and haven’t been able to sleep any further. I’m too horribly excited for the grand opening and well, had a million ideas running through my head I couldn’t possibly wait for a decent hour to see you.” She smiled. Alice had become her dearest friend. They met the night Belle had fled from the Beast’s castle, and though Belle continually assured Alice she’d never go back, the French woman had found herself make frequent stops at the post, sending and receiving letters; something she had no intention of ever telling Alice. The young blonde had taken Belle in and helped her on her feet in Wonderland. Over time they grew to be like sisters and now, were opening a bookshop together in town. “I do hope you forgive me… Here, how about you go back upstairs and catch another hour of dreamland and I’ll make a delicious breakfast and bring it up for you? We can go over this stuff after that?”
Philip looked up to see a bright young woman leaning out her window. “Good day Madam!” He returned her gesture with a wave and bright smile. He was finding his day to be rather splendid indeed. “How fair thee this bright and pleasant noon!?”
Belle smiled. What a polite fellow. “I’m well thank you sir! Haven you by chance eaten?” She shouted down to him. The girl loved hosting others on her small patio outside her not-quite-opened bookstore. “I’ve some biscuits and tea if you’re hungry?” She was leaning outside the window nonchalantly, her arms resting on the sill with her hands lightly clasped and her ponied hair falling over her right shoulder.
Philip could tell the town he’d stumbled upon was a kind and quaint town, but an invitation to a meal from a perfect stranger was not exactly the welcome he’d expected. He dismounted Samson and tied his reigns to the post supporting the balcony of the room above. “Thank you Miss!” He called above. There was a small set of four chairs to a tea table, and he stood by one of the chairs until the young woman showed herself through the shop door. He hoped maybe he could get away with being a normal man for once; it seemed everyone he met could tell he was of royal blood. He never wanted the crown, but it seemed to follow him wherever he went.
Belle quickly pulled the kettle off the stove and filled a serving pot with boiling water. Adding tea leaves, and surrounding the tray in biscuits and jams, she proceeded down stairs. Opening the shop door gingerly as her hands were full, she was greeted by the handsome stranger. Never in all my years… She looked him over, as discretely as possible, his perfect frame was far more attractive up close than it had been from her window. She blushed slightly, and tried to hide her face momentarily as she busied herself with the setting of the table. “There,” she stated when finally done, “all’s ready! Please, have a seat!” And she waited for him to sit, but rather than taking his seat immediately and beginning on the humble snack she’d provided, he pulled her chair from the table and motioned for her to sit first. Her face went red hot as she blushed at his chivalry. “Oh, thank you.” Having been seated, he then took his own chair and they sat a moment in silence until she couldn’t help but giggle slightly. “I suppose I’m not used to many gentlemen passing through town.” She smiled, “So then, what is your name? I’m Belle.”
Philip looked up to see a bright young woman leaning out her window. “Good day Madam!” He returned her gesture with a wave and bright smile. He was finding his day to be rather splendid indeed. “How fair thee this bright and pleasant noon!?”
Belle smiled. What a polite fellow. “I’m well thank you sir! Haven you by chance eaten?” She shouted down to him. The girl loved hosting others on her small patio outside her not-quite-opened bookstore. “I’ve some biscuits and tea if you’re hungry?” She was leaning outside the window nonchalantly, her arms resting on the sill with her hands lightly clasped and her ponied hair falling over her right shoulder.
(Source: princephiliprenaud)
OOC: Can’t stop laughing at their faces!!!
Ooc: ‘We’re sorry’ Me: you will be oh ho you will be >:)
((Oh Meg, SO TRUE!))
Belle wrapped herself up in her blankets. It’s good to have my own home. Alice had been kind enough to help her get on her feet in Wonderland. The French woman burrowed herself into her pillows and soon was fast asleep.
The sun rose and light trickled into the darkened castle through tears in the curtains. Upon a small table just outside of the West Wing was a note, left for the tormented Prince. The night prior Belle had run from the dinner table to her room, locking herself within. It had been another fight,…
Belle sat at small writing desk in Wonderland. Alice had helped her get on her feet in her new world, and Belle couldn’t help but sigh as she looked out her bedroom window. I miss him… They’d be opening a new bookshop soon, she and Alice. She was elated and couldn’t be more excited. But thoughts of the Beast kept flooding her mind. She’d met a few men in Wonderland, and a few outside in England on the chance occasion she ventured out of the rabbit hole. But none of them could hold her captive like he could. She had to write him. Whether he’d reply would be another story, but she couldn’t get him out of her mind, her dreams were running rampant of him and the various other wonderful oddities of the accursed castle. She could hear music playing in the town below…
“Dearest Beast,
It’s been a few months now, and I hope you’re not feverishly mad with me. I suppose I owe you an apology, one you probably will dismiss nonetheless. I am sorry friend. That temper though! I couldn’t handle another night of fighting, but I do miss you dear. I hope this letter finds you well and in good health. I pray that Lumiere and Cogsworth are fine and wrecking havoc as always. Do send my regards to Mrs. Potts. She’s such a charming… anyway… How is France? Has the weather been fairing well for you? I wanted to tell you, I’ve made quite a lovely friend here in Wonderland. Her name is Alice and she’s been so kind to me. We’re opening a book store soon.”
Belle paused, her quill leaving an ink blot upon her paper. The Beast gave me the most magnificent library… and I talk of a quaint bookstore… She suddenly felt incredibly ungrateful. She brushed the feathered end of her pen across her cheek, trying to think of a more delicate approach.
“It won’t be nearly as grand as your library, but it is quaint and the town needed one desperately. I live in the room above it, a little flat all to my own. Though, you probably know all of this, what with the mirror you have.”
She sighed. This was pointless. He’d only see that it was from her and tear it to shreds, never once reading a word of it. But if she never sent it, she’d be plagued that he’d have no way to reach her.
“In any case, I only had but a brief moment to write, and wanted to know if you were doing well. Please write soon, if you can.
Sincerely, Belle.”
“Heya Frenchie, How ya been?” Megara smiled as she put a hand comfortably on her hip.
“Grand love, simply wonderful really.” Belle smiled. There was a sass to Meg that she adored, very heroinesque, forever reminding her of her favorite…
Belle couldn’t help but giggle. She loved Megara’s sarcasm. It was forever amusing. “Oh of course, just the usual.” Her shrug and hair flip was oozing with her own simple sarcasm, playing off Meg’s demeanor. She burst into a fit of laughter, “Don’t you ever have a moment of peace!?”
“Heya Frenchie, How ya been?” Megara smiled as she put a hand comfortably on her hip.
“Grand love, simply wonderful really.” Belle smiled. There was a sass to Meg that she adored, very heroinesque, forever reminding her of her favorite storybook ladies. “And you? Things going well?”
(Source: dark-forest-knight)
((LAWL!!!)))
((“What my friends think I do” SOOOO pertains to what I KNOW is running through the minds of anyone I tell “Why yes, I do cosplay!” Hehehehe!))
(Source: caleej)
Alice opened the door only to behold a poor woman stuck out in the rain. Her clothes were drenched and stuck close to her body. “O-oh dear…yes, my name is Alice. Please, won’t you come inside? It’s frightfully cold out there- especially when its raining!” She ushered her in by opening the door…
Alice shook her head, motioning towards the fireplace. “Not at all, go right ahead! Thaw your poor frozen bones. You look dreadfully tired. Please, have a seat. I’ll fetch some towels.” She padded up the stairs to the second floor and rummaged through some cupboards. Coming back down, she handed a few fluffy white towels to her.
“Miss, if I could be so bold as to inquire…why were you outside in the rain? At this time of night?”Belle accepted the towels gratefully. They were incredibly warm and lusciously soft, I’ll have to ask her secret, Belle thought absentmindedly about the laundry. “Oh, well… it’s quite complicated, but the long and short of it is simple: I misjudged my time.” She smiled sheepishly. It was a silly thing for her to have ridden Phillipe with the clouds coming, but by her calculations, she should have made it to Alice’s town by nightfall. I should stick to my books she thought, remembering the trouble it took her to figure the numbers. “I had to leave home, there was really nothing left, and Father’s inventions have taken off so he’s been nothing but busy lately… and I had heard of you, the English girl who fell into another world. I made it my goal to find you… and after, um,” she paused, not really entirely sure what to say, “well,” she chuckled, “I’m not quite sure.” She hoped she didn’t sound too mad, because the more she spoke, and the more she thought, the crazier she began to feel.
“Oh!” Alice clasped her hands together. It all made perfect sense in her head. “I see! Yes, that is me and this is the other world- Wonderland! Here, everything is very different from the real world. When one thing is one way, it could really be another way! Everything here is nonsense. Nothing is what it is, because everything is what it isn’t. And contrariwise, what it is, it shouldn’t be. And what it shouldn’t be, it is. You see?”
A bright smile laid on her face when she finished. In Alice’s mind, it should make perfect sense- or nonsense to the woman. Which made everything just right. ”Perhaps I should have tea ready. Oh dear, I forgot to ask. What is your name?” She rose from her seat, ready to rush into her kitchen and set the water to a boil.
The sopping girl had taken the ribbon from her tied back hair and was blotting the water from it with a towel. She couldn’t help but chuckle, “I suppose ‘Stranger’ isn’t much of a name hm? I’m Belle. Belle Dupont. I’m from a small town in France.” She paused, the last year of her life playing in fast forward through her mind. She knew it’d be haunting her until she could start new, the very reason she had sought out Alice. “Um, thank you again,” She called into the kitchen, as Alice had walked to set a pot to boil, “It’s incredibly kind of you to let me in, I truly appreciate it.” She smiled to herself, knowing that she’d made the right decision, even if part of her heart hurt from leaving France.
“Oh, it’s no trouble at all. It’s very nice to have guests. You see, I don’t have very many visitors other than Reginald.” She came back into the room with a tray. There were two cups full of orange tea and a little cup full of sugar cubes. Placing it on the coffee table, she smiled at the girl. “It’s very nice to meet you Belle. My, I’ve only heard about France. I’ve never been there before. Is it nice there?”
Belle couldn’t help but smile. Alice was an incredibly kind girl, and Belle was sincerely grateful for her hospitality. The warmth that flooded the house reminded her of home and Papa. She signed, she couldn’t go back. Not now. She was certain the Beast would know. Of course he knows where I am… that blasted mirror… Belle wanted everything to fade to black, and wake with no memories of the last year. “I’m sorry, France is, well nice I suppose.” She could tell she had noticeably spaced for a moment as Alice had asked her a question. “Um, so,” she dropped two cubes into her tea, her thoughts on the past that was still too fresh, “Would it be too much trouble to stay for the night?” She had hoped to arrive to Alice’s town sooner, and thus her first encounter with the girl would have been better planned; she felt a burden and nuisance. She wanted to elaborate and tell Alice of her wonderful business venture, but at the moment all she could think of were soft blankets, sleep and him.
Belle gave the woman before her a decent once over. She looked a seafarer to be sure. “So, I take it you travel yes?”
The French woman tucked a loose hair behind her ear and shook the other girl’s hand. “Yes, I’m sorry, have we met?” She smiled; never did she mind meeting a friend, but rarely did they know her name prior to a meeting! She couldn’t help but be intrigued.
