#naston

Another commission from @collision-ant

@nala-calame

Since his conversation with Nala, Gaston had...honestly hit a bit of a wall. It was weird to think about what he had been doing as...mistakes. Up until this point he had always seen the world so clearly his way. Belle was the woman of his dreams, everyone else was insignificant in comparison. And he was the best, naturally. That he was great wasn’t brought into question.

What was, however, was whether or not it was really worth it to keep pursuing what he was pursuing. How many years would he waste away going after someone who just didn’t want to be with him. Not only that, but pursuing that when he could actually get someone who did want all those things, who would likely make him a good little wife. So he had done some terrible things. The weird thing was that he was starting to feel a little bit bad about it.

In particular, he felt sort of bad for the lies he had sold Lady. Sure, she was a boring little thing, but she was nice enough. She hadn’t done anything to offend him or any of that. She had just been sweet. And he wanted to corrupt her. He had wanted to from the moment he saw her. And now he had to try to be nice or some shit. How the fuck did he do that?

Well, he took off to find Nala as fast as he could, as if the devil himself was chasing him. And did he casually pick the lock instead of knock like a regular person? Sure, but he needed answers. And she would be the one to give it to him. After some scanning around, he figured she had to be in her bedroom and made his way over, glancing down at her. Okay, he had no patience for softness. Not now. “HEY! Rise and shine sunshine! I need your help.”

Not only did I think damn near the same thing but I have been wanting to draw it out for ages so I am using this as an excuse to do so I love Nathan's freak, man.

Art by @vampirichysterics

Art by @collision-ant