Where It Alteration Finds
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+1 through F › Beauty and the Beast (Disney)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
10,968
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the cartoons of Disney Studios, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Where It Alteration Finds
At first, everything was glory and light. The enchantment was broken! They were human again! The Beast was a Prince once more, how could anything go wrong?
Beauty, who had learnt a bit of wisdom in her time at the castle, rejoiced with them and kissed the now-Prince and said as little as she might. Sometimes she slipped from the castle at night, and wandered through the courtyards, looking for an old woman. She liked the Prince well enough: he was handsome, with the same almost over-careful kindness that her Beast had learned. But in the end, he wasn't the Beast. It was the Beast, not the Prince, she had learned to love.
Perhaps the Prince noticed. Perhaps he didn't. We can only hope that he did notice, for on his wedding day, there was an old woman among the witnesses in the church, and she spoke long with the bride at the wedding dinner after, while the groom and the rest of the guests, drunk on triumph and fine wine that had gone untouched for the years of enchantments, danced the night away.
So the Prince went to his marriage bed and slept. He woke to darkness, and the unmistakable sensation of fur and fangs and the heavy body of the Beast. He sat up, hardly daring to breathe for fear: it was all a dream, he had never found his Beauty, never escaped at all. But then a weight pressed down the bed beside him, and Beauty's voice murmured, "Shhh."
"Beauty?" He reached out blindly for her. "What is this?"
"I'm sorry," she said, and leaned down and kissed him.
"Beauty--"
"It won't last," she whispered, and her hands were gentle but demanding on his body, rousing urges he had always denied, even as a Beast. "Only at night. Only sometimes."
"I thought -- I thought you loved me!"
"I love my Beast," Beauty said, and rose above him in the darkness.
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Beauty, who had learnt a bit of wisdom in her time at the castle, rejoiced with them and kissed the now-Prince and said as little as she might. Sometimes she slipped from the castle at night, and wandered through the courtyards, looking for an old woman. She liked the Prince well enough: he was handsome, with the same almost over-careful kindness that her Beast had learned. But in the end, he wasn't the Beast. It was the Beast, not the Prince, she had learned to love.
Perhaps the Prince noticed. Perhaps he didn't. We can only hope that he did notice, for on his wedding day, there was an old woman among the witnesses in the church, and she spoke long with the bride at the wedding dinner after, while the groom and the rest of the guests, drunk on triumph and fine wine that had gone untouched for the years of enchantments, danced the night away.
So the Prince went to his marriage bed and slept. He woke to darkness, and the unmistakable sensation of fur and fangs and the heavy body of the Beast. He sat up, hardly daring to breathe for fear: it was all a dream, he had never found his Beauty, never escaped at all. But then a weight pressed down the bed beside him, and Beauty's voice murmured, "Shhh."
"Beauty?" He reached out blindly for her. "What is this?"
"I'm sorry," she said, and leaned down and kissed him.
"Beauty--"
"It won't last," she whispered, and her hands were gentle but demanding on his body, rousing urges he had always denied, even as a Beast. "Only at night. Only sometimes."
"I thought -- I thought you loved me!"
"I love my Beast," Beauty said, and rose above him in the darkness.
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