la dernière pétale

       ——none of the original art is mine, i only cropped and resized——

He rolled his eyes but carried on. When he felt her shift, he peered along his cheeks to see her feel for damage. He could very well tell her - assert, in fact, with an edge of impatience  - 

❝You’re not   b l e e d i n g,  B e l l e.❞ 

Impatience at its most inhibited. Dramatic child.

Her bleeding, though, would have otherwise given him the opportune satisfaction of informing her that she was soaking his sleeve. Indifferently, he had embraced imperfection with as much enthusiasm as self-delusion (a defect half admitted in retrospect).

 [  Gaston's inability to show sympathy or     compassion distracted Belle a bit from     the throbbing pain in her skull. However,     panic still seemed to occupy her mind.  ]  

                                 [   Slowly she turned her face towards her                                                  surroundings,brushing her cheek against his                                                  arms. Belle's eyes scanned for anything                                                  remotely familiar, yet nothing catered to her                                                  utterly confused stupor. Nor triggered any                                                  insight on why Gaston was carrying her                                                  like a wounded child.  ]   

❝ Wh- Where are we?❞ 

                           [ through the grungy window he spotted the girl.                            her hair was wild as  the  jungle,  unable  to  be                            tamed. hands  gliding  to  the  lock,  he fumbled                            with the  key  until  a  click!  pierced  the  silence.                            heavy  dust  formed in clouds above the prisoner                            as  he  lumbered  into  the  small  room.  a  dark                            feeling  burned  through  his  bones as a satanic                            grin          spread         across         his         face. ] 

                                                      ❝ How are you holding up, dear? ❞

[   The stranger's calm and almost sinister    aura   sent a chilling ache down     Belle's    spine.  The contrast of the boy's laid back    persona in the dark atmosphere seemed                                                                curious.  ]  

                                                                             "I've been better."

                                               [  The young maiden replied in a monotone                                                    voice ,  keeping herself as  composed as                                                    possible. however , a mix of curiosity and                                                    pure fear tempted the brunette's composure ]  

                  "Where am I? "

Send me one of the following:

"How many pets do you have?"

"Your hair is almost as soft as your blanket."

"I’m gonna use you as my pillow, ok?"

"If you come cuddle, you can pick the movie."

"You sound tired."

"Aww, listen to that little yawn!"

"Read quieter, I can’t sleep."

"Oh, come on!  You have to know at least one lullaby."