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booty call! Beau needs more friends, enemies, etc. So pleashu like this post and I’ll read your chara’s bio then roll into your inbox with a plot idea (not guaranteed to be A+ though cause I suck) 

The statement doesn’t catch him off guard, because it’s coming from Isobel and well– clashing with her is and always will be something they both look forward to even if they wouldn’t admit that

he smiles, sweet and a little charming

Detention makes both of them inseparable, and Beau taps his pen against the wooden table, wasting time and trying his best to entertain himself

“maybe” he nods, as if he seems to agree with himself “unless you finally grow old and be a fat grumpy man no one would love” he laughs

She seems a little tense, oddly because she is always a little confident. But Beau continues to stare at her, jutting his lower lip out for a moment 

“but you suit that hickey”

A small smile tugged at his lips, gratitude, sympathy– who knows. And his face is just that much sadder and fuller now than the faces played in the Isle documentary. He fixes his bag, looking as less interested than he is. 

“yea, you’re that worse”

Orange marmalade, the scene is covered with its scent and its vivid color with a pinch of a lost Bonheur. Beau’s lower lip juts down to a frown, but not really apologetic for himself. Surely if there’s something left in Escoria that has as much of a nice scene somewhere, there is no argument to go back.

There weren’t things all too magical to be considered a “shot” to take now a days, really-- and that’s why he has inclined to hate the fairy godmother for vanishing the last thing he has hoped to have or at least feel in this world. That’s why he’s here, in this Enchanted Forest hoping to find the Wonderland his Professor has been talking about.

A little grin pulls on the corners of royalty’s lips. One shot, Beau’s camera steals a shot from a creature of the Enchanted Lake; a Nymph-- dampened, as if the drops seem to compliment and knot the strands of her hair together. He takes another shot and nods and smiles in all the right places, laughing softly. Of amusement maybe or of the thought of one whole collection to view again later. 

He admits baldly to the most offensive crime poor Beauty would never think her son would be-- a Nympho Maniac. He doesn’t understand either, maybe It started on a summer day that was too hot that he figured to take a bath with a Nymph and the rest was history? but as work always does, that is sitting idly behind his parents before the people, he had never gotten the right amount of time for this--but now he does.

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NECESSITIES

Beaulus Bonheur

Mostly called Beau; pronounced /boo/

19 yrs. young; September 11

Olympus #604

Belle & Beast’s third

PERSONALITY

Favors villains-- wants to be a villain himself 

Loves photography

Shithead, douche bag

Lusting on Nymphs 

Single