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If he lived to be a thousand, he would be glad to never even hear the word ‘curse’ again. Everyone else was getting to reunite with their loved ones, but he still hadn’t found a single trace of Belle. He didn’t know what her cursed name was, or what she did, and it was beginning to drive him mad.

He just wanted her back. Was that such an unreasonable thing? To want his savior, the love of his life, the woman who was everything to him, back?

                                                       ❨  cellphone meme!  ❩                                                                                                                        currently: accepting

ur adorable 

“Really?” Evie couldn’t stop the words from spilling out. “But you’re so beautiful, you could have anything you wanted. And now you’re Queen!”Flushed with pleasure to hear that someone like the Queen Mother thought she was beautiful. Not once did her own mother think she was fair enough and it felt so good to be validated. She thinks I'm beautiful, the blue-haired girl was nearly beside herself with delight.

She’s angry. It crinkles her brow, stirs forth fire in her eyes, and he is the one who placed it there, that spark that could - would - destroy him.

But the question she asked him remained, why he truly liked her.

He is invincible. Ego sum, ego sum, ego sum. I am, I am, I am. He was the very best, deserved only the best...

But he was a liar. A liar to himself.

He went into war, afraid and trembling, to please the only family he had left. He fought that war, terror-filled and seemingly alone, and he returned to find that the one he wanted so much to speak with, to tell about his glories, was six feet deep.

And there she was. Comfort, this saint. Somewhere, surely, there was a coin with her face on it, for weary travelers - soldiers - to place in their pocket to keep them safe.

Saint Belle. What a nice charm that had to it.

that is a good headcanon but it reminds me of Big River a lot, specifically The Royal Nonesuch and When the Sun Goes Down in the South

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