my beautiful lover, he’s a complicated mess:
of hidden muscles and sinews that pull the world’s weight;
and a skin so smooth his tears roll off it like pearls over marble;
my quiet lover, he’s a self-made mystery:
of destroyed family portraits and broken glass,
i can hear the crunching sound everytime he clenches his gloved hands
my broken lover, he’s a system of failing organs and collapsing worlds:
of purple galaxies that look a lot like bruises, his father’s beliefs printed on his back like the rawest, reddest form of education
of heirlooms that must be kept in secret and eyes like polished serpentine
but my lover walks like a general and thinks like a king;
ambition shining in those bright green pools like jewels.
and i’ll admit: it only took me an eternity
to realize i was in love with a tragedy
boys like him are made of wounds and secrets / warner
(A/N: Not my best work, but I needed to get it out of my head)
“Need help finding something?”
Belle jumped back from the bookcase startled. She hadn’t expected anyone to be in the library this early in the morning. When she crept up the stairs earlier, both the beast and the rest of the household were asleep in their beds. Turning to face the speaker, Belle to meet a bronze figurine attached to two metal plates. “You’re a bookend. ”
Thankfully you took no offense to the surprise and curiosity lacing her voice. Giving Belle a simple smile and nod. “Unfortunately, I really would much prefer to be a beginning though. After all beginnings have no ends, only transitions to better more exciting things.”
“You like to read?” Belle asked slowly, still processing the new character spun into her life. No matter how many enchanted people she met, Belle would never get use to the magic of this place.
“Well I am a bookend after all.” You bowed. “(Y/N) (L/N), at your service Miss. I am the castle’s librarian and bookend. ”
“The castle has a librarian?” Belle repeated, astonished.
You only grinned. “Of course, who else would recommend what to read next. ”
Days passed since your first meeting with Belle and the two of you rapidly became good friends. When she wasn’t spending time with the Prince or the others, she’d visit the library. You’d discuss books, or at times vent (she about her taken freedom, and you about the curse). It was nice to say the least.
“People used to make fun of me all the time back home. They’d yell at me to either get my nose out of my book, and my head out of the clouds. ” You confided, during one of your ventings .
“Really? Me too. Once the village headmaster got so upset for me teaching a girl to read, he and the other townsfolk emptied my laundry into the street. “Belle laughed.
You scrunched up your nose. “How awful. I can’t imagine anyone doing that to me. They might’ve despised me, but they all were to scared of my fiance to try anything. ”
Belle shot you a questioning look. “You never mentioned a fiance. ”
You shrugged. “Doesn’t matter, the enchantress erased us from the memories of those we loved. Besides he has undoubtedly moved on by now, it’s been several years. ”
“But what if he hasn’t. They say true love conquers all. ”
“You’ve been reading too much romance, my friend.” You ignored the desire to tell her it might not matter even if he hadn’t moved on. For all you knew Gaston, your fiance could be dead. After all, he rode out to war only days before the curse was set.
A sad smile made its way to your face. Even now you couldn’t believe how much you loved him. Not when he was the exact opposite of everything you dreamt for in a man. Gaston wasn’t humble or vastly intellectual. He was brash, arrogant, full of himself and often times so annoying you could scream. Yet somehow the asshole stole your heart.
“Although he used to say his memory of me was eternal. That even if war somehow took away his memories of us, he would know that something was missing- that I was missing and return to find me. ” You gave a small chortle. “He also said it would be the easiest hunt ever. Since all he needed to find was an argumentative bookworm.“
Belle smiled softly, placing her finger on your tiny shoulder. “I’m sure he’s looking for you right as we speak.”
You avoided her eyes, not wanting to even chance the hope. Little did you know though, Gaston was searching for you. He just didn’t know it. All the captain knew was that since the war, something felt missing, and the closest substitute to it was Belle. The bibliophile who always rebuffed him.