Can we just talk about this moment? He has no idea that Belle said she loved him back. He died before hand.
•This expression on his face says everything. He turns around and looks at Belle as if he truly can’t believe the meaning behind it all.
• “I’m human? But that means….” he whips around and sees Belle standing there. He lets out a breath of relief. Everything he has ever hoped for since she got there has fallen into place. The spell is broken, she loves him, his castle has been saved.
• But just look at this precious cinnamon roll. Look at that FACE. That expression crushes me every time. He looks as though he’s about ready to cry. But following this part, he’s cautious. He lets Belle lead. He’s afraid he’ll scare her somehow. That perhaps his human form is more frightening than the Beast. He knows his character as a human to be despicable, arrogant, hateful, and conceited. That’s the last thing he wants Belle to see. But she sees into his heart. She knows. She knows how loving, caring, kind, and compassionate he’s become. And now so does he.
• That hair tho. It’s so soft JUST LET ME TOUCH IT.
You walked out of the library, book in hand. You were reading as you rounded the corner. You heard bubbling laughter coming from down the stairs. A smile formed on your face. You went down and saw exactly as you expected.
“What on earth are you doing to him?” You asked your husband, eyebrow raised, albeit the smile from earlier still plastered on your face. They both straightened up at once.
“Oh….just….” Adam began, but he was cut off.
“Daddy was teaching me how to fight, Mama!” Your five year old little boy came running up to you.
“Was he now? Who won?” You glanced between both of your boys.
“Me, of course” they both answered. They shared a glance of disbelief that the other would claim victory.
“Well, then!” Adam stated. “I declare a rematch!” Both of the boys laughed and went back to wrestling on the floor. You sat down in your chair with the book in your hand. You smiled at the scene before you. Suddenly, your son stopped and looked up at you, an excited look on his face.
“Mama…what book is that?” He asked, eyes gleaming. You grinned, glancing at your husband.
“Romeo and Juliet.” You smiled down at him. Adam groaned.
“Oh not that one again. You’ve read it to him twice already! The whole way through!” You chuckled at his tantrum.
“Yes, and, perhaps i’m wrong, but I do believe that the last time I read it, I saw you smiling.” You smirked at Adam as he huffed.
“I did no such thing.”
You grinned at him before turning to your son.
“Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.”
You didn’t comment when you saw the corners of Adam’s lips turn up ever so slightly.