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"The little lion from before! I just hope you're not anything like Lucifer."
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+ akinginthemaking
"The little lion from before! I just hope you're not anything like Lucifer."
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"Hey Uncle Scar! Guess what? I learned something new today!" the cub smiled before clearing his throat. ♫ "It's a world of laughter, a world of tears, it's a world of hope and a world of fears. There's so much that we share that it's time we're aware it's a small world after all!"♫
"How come your mane isn't as big as Dad's, Uncle Scar?"
"Because your father ate his vegetables." And by "vegetables", he means "herbivores", my dear Simba. It also had something to do, quite a bit with the fact that it was genetic. As the lion with the darkest or biggest mane was often the alpha. Darker manes merely meant that the lion had a strong.. Well, "mating pull".
"Is that really your natural hair color?"
" 'Course it is suga'."
"I don't think I could eva' actually bring myself ta dye my hair."
"You look terrible."
Lumiere stood up straighter. He did feel and look sick, but he decided to go out for a walk anyway. It would be too boring to spend a whole day resting in bed. "Pardon?" He turned around to see who had said the comment. He did not notice anyone until he looked down and his eyes widened at the sight of a little lion cub.
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‘♥’ and didyousayprince Hehehehe.
‘♥’ and a name, and I’ll kiss them.
((of course you would do this one you little bugger >.> ))
Lottie, No she was a friend of Clopins and that was merely all it was but in that very moment, the moonlight casting shadows over the two of them as they stood by the lake behind her house he felt something inside of him changing, something that told him to make his move. His hands began to tremble as his eyes met hers, locking slightly but only for a moment before he broke the trance that he held onto her Blue hues.
"I-I had a most wonderful time mon cher" His words breaking the silence between the two. He had always thought fondly of Charlotte Leboeuf, though not as anything more than a friend. Though tonight with weak knees and trembling palms something told him-
Kiss her.
Clopin’s words still hanging thick in the air, neither one making any sort of movement. Until Clopin had worked up the courage to lean in close, lightly placing one hand on her hip and the other grabbing her cheek he slowly drew her face towards his. His lips pursed ready for their lips to meet in between. His hands still shaking with every passing second as he drew closer to her lips, every second slowing down around him.
And as their lips met everything stopped, his eyes shut and nothing around him mattered. Though it was only seconds it felt like an eternity to him.
He drew back from Lottie, his lips flushed bright red hues as the blood raced to them. His eyes diverted from hers as he cautiously looked away. What would she say? what was she thinking? All he could hope for was the she had felt the very same way-
"I-I’m sorry Mon Ami, I- I Just"
Head-canon meme: (´；Д；｀) = What worries the character
Headcanon meme!
(´；Д；｀) --- What worries the character Death. Failure. Exile. His fate has flirted with each of these wicked mistresses and he cannot say that any of them are good company. Somewhere, deep down inside him, where his pride cannot spoil him, he fears that he will not live up to the grandeur of the dreams he invented of his kingship. That is what he fears most.
"Watch where you’re going!"
Lottie couldn't help but huff as Simba raced past her, the little fur ball having almost knocked into her legs, and had definitely ran across her feet, which was annoying to say the least. "Now darlin', where do ya think you're goin' without apologizin'? That's awful rude of ya."