The Way He Looks (gaston/lefou)
Early Days, Pre-Wartime, First Kiss, Gaston loves LeFou’s hair ▪ read on ao3
Tentatively, LeFou risked looking up at him again. Gaston was looking out the window now, certainly dreaming of his next, successful hunt in the vast plains of the land. These were perhaps LeFou’s favourite moments; when they stopped to make camp in the forest or under the stars—and when they found peace here, at home, and he could watch Gaston bathe in the sunlight.