The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 2)
Beast!Adam x Reader
The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 2)
Part 1: here
Running. It was all you knew these days. After your father had passed, killed by the very man that wanted your book, you had been forced to run to escape the fate that followed. Something was after you. Something dark. And if you stopped running, if you let your guard down even once, lowered your hood too far and revealed your true identity as a daughter of the sky, you would be killed. Inside you, there was great power. And with great power came many enemies.
You were scared. But you couldn’t afford to waste time on fear.
The worn old map you carried with you showed a village nearby. It was small. In your case, small meant safe. If you kept heading inland, you would hit it in a few hours, just before dark. Perfect.
You rolled the map and tied it with ribbon before making your way through the trees. You couldn’t describe why or what went through your mind, but something felt different this leg of the journey. It was as though something inside you was longing, reaching out for something ahead of you.
After a few hours’ time, the village was finally in sight. You wiped the sweat off of your brow. Although the hood hanging around your shoulders provided cover from those who were trying to find you, in the summer heat, it was nearly unbearable. You could practically taste the cold drink awaiting you at the nearest tavern. It put a little life in your steps as you trudged the remaining distance into town.
The stone and dirt paths were a welcoming sight. It had been almost a week since you had been in civilization. Your days in loneliness were starting to isolate you from the people altogether. You hoped that maybe the market would be open in the morning and you would be able to buy some bread and jam or some things to pass the time. Really anything would be helpful.
You walked through the doorway of the tavern. You had the feeling whoever owned the place was quite the hunter, given the abundance of antlers and the large mural of an arrogant man with his rifle. Gaston was his name, according to a sign. He seemed like a pompous braggart to you, a war hero with an ego the size of Paris. But perhaps that was just speculation.
You ordered a drink and took a spot at the table in the corner. It was cozy, you decided. Certainly not a place you could call home, but it could be. God, you longed for a home. Some place you could call your own without having to run away to protect yourself. It was exhausting. You never got a break. It was unending. Run, stop for supplies, sleep, run again. So much running and no place to go. It was beginning to feel pointless. But you knew if your enemies got their hands on your book, your kingdom would surely be dead. Your father had given his life to protect those secrets, and you were beginning to fear you would suffer a similar fate.
You exhaled a heavy sigh and took a long sip of the cold drink. It was refreshing after a long day. You were so caught up in bliss that you almost didn’t notice the large man as he took a seat in front of you. You bolted upright as soon as you noticed his presence.
“You must be new to town.” He stated, crossing his legs and flexing as he reached out for your hand. “I’m Gaston.”
“I know.” Your voice was quiet, but you didn’t reach out to take his hand. You only prayed your cloak would be enough to conceal your identity. It wasn’t likely that this lunkhead had any clue that you were a child of the stars, an heir to the throne of the sky, but you couldn’t take the chance that he was in league with Prince Ferdinand. So instead, you sat there, waiting for him to make a move, to say something.
“Are you in need of a place to stay?”
“Actually, yes.” You nodded. “I am.”
“Might I see your face, then?” he asked, pressing slightly. You recoiled slightly, withdrawing your hands further. Surely it would be stupid of him to let a stranger stay in his inn. You knew he only had his safety in mind.
“N-no, that’s all right.” You shook your head. “I’m afraid I’m not much of a beauty to behold.”
“Nonsense! I’m sure if you lowered your hood, it might put me at ease.” He grinned earnestly. You exhaled a slow sigh and reached up, gently pulling down the cloak around your head. “And what a beauty you are,” he marveled. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you like. I could show you around the village tomorrow morning.”
“No, that’s quite alright. I’m headed out early tomorrow. I need to buy some goods at the market and then I’m out of here.”
“Are you headed somewhere particular or-”
“Yes. I’m on a journey to meet an old friend.”
“I could accompany you if you-”
“That won’t be necessary.” You cut him off calmly, but firmly, standing your ground. For you, there was no safety in numbers. He very obviously didn’t know what or who you were, but that didn’t mean other people in the village wouldn’t. When his face fell, you quickly added: “But thank you very much. It’s kind of you to offer.”
“Anything for a beautiful woman like yourself.” He nodded simply as another man, a friend of his, came to stand beside him.
“Gaston, who is this?”
“A visitor to our fair village.” He crinkled his eyebrows as he realized he had never asked for your name. “What did you say your name was, again?”
“(Y/N).” You replied. Your silver eyes searched over the new man. His lingering gaze told you he had heard of those like you. He wasn’t as vicious as the people pursuing you. Instead, he was merely curious, in awe of the being sitting before him. You were a thing of fairytales, and yet here you were, as real as day. “Well, Gaston, I’m afraid I’m very tired from my journey.”
“I’ll show her to the spare room.” LeFou offered before Gaston so much as moved. He nodded hesitantly.
“Of course.” LeFou led you up the stairs behind him. You smirked, awaiting his question. As soon as you were standing on the landing outside the room, he turned to you, unable to hold it in any longer.
“Are you really one of them?”
“One of what?” you voice was soft, knowing.
“A…” he looked around and lowered his voice. “…child of the stars.”
“Yes.” You nodded.
“Why are you here?” he shook his head. “Of all places…Villeneuve. Why?”
“It was the nearest place to stop.” You admitted. “I’m not staying for long. I’ll be gone by tomorrow.”
“Before you go, I need to know one thing-”
“You will find happiness, LeFou.” You stated. Kindness waited behind your enchanting silver eyes. His heart raced. He felt as though you were looking into his soul. The glow in your irises held what seemed to be knowledge of everything that had ever or would ever be. “But it is not with that man.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” He sighed.
“It’s closer than you know.” You put a hand on his shoulder. “I promise.”
“So do you know…everything?”
“No. I just know some things. Important things.” You winked and gave a well-meaning smirk. “Good night. I hope to see you in the future.”
“Good night.” He replied, nodding. As LeFou made his way down the stairs, you walked into the small bedroom, locking the door behind you. You hung your cloak on a peg on the wall and untied your boots, tucking them under the bed. Once you had crawled beneath the fur blanket, you stared at the ceiling.
Your heart was pounding like a drum. There was always fear in these late hours that something would come after you. Or someone would find you and use you. Luckily, LeFou seemed more curious than he did malevolent. You decided you were safe for now. But tomorrow might bring something else entirely. You didn’t know why, but somehow you knew in your heart, as you sometimes knew impossible things…
Tomorrow, everything would change.