lucetilogs | They say you don't really wanna fall in love

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They say you don't really wanna fall in love

Who: The people of Luceti!
What: Love love love love
When: From the 11th to the 16th
Where: Within the walls of Luceti. There is no escape.
Summary: Suddenly you're in love with things you never noticed were so important to you before. Feelings, welled up inside you, are now bound to come out.
Rating: M for MUSHY

You folks know the deal. Event information is here. When people meet, they may just start falling in love when they see a trait that perks their interest. How you play it and how long it lasts is at player discretion.

Don't forget to add your tag to the log in this format: [fandom] character name

Note: A separate log will go up on the 17th for the hot springs/hotel portion of the event.

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[Beast has been mostly staying in for these past few weeks since his birthday, so in his sluggish awakening the particular week has not been realised just yet. He's just coming downstairs just as he always does, settling himself near the fireplace as if it were any other day. He is sort of assuming that Belle is not up yet, but he hasn't yet concluded that he's up later than normal.]

[Belle moves swiftly into the room from the direction of the kitchen, wiping her hands on the simple apron she wore while doing chores. She stops in surprise once she notices Beast, her heart suddenly deciding to leap in her chest at random.]

Good morning Beast!

[Only a bit surprised that she was already down, he turns to face as he has done many times befo-

Oh. That, was that his heart? It's jumped before upon seeing Belle, but never, never like that. But somehow today Belle looks even, even more beautiful than other days. Alright, Beast... Beast, you're staring. Say something!]

G-g-g, guh... g-good, m-morning, B-Belle.

[Her eyes widen in surprise when she suddenly feels her cheeks flush. And-oh she must awful with her hair pulled up in a messy ponytail and all the dust and dirt clinging to the material of her apron. She subtly tries to smooth out her hair before she can stop herself.

How strange. She's never given this much thought in how she looked before, yet now she can't seem to stop worrying about it.]

Would you like a cup of tea. I...ah haven't began preparing breakfast yet, but if you're hungry I can throw something together...

I-it's alright, I'm, n-not hungry. [The words come out before he even thinks them. Maybe he can sense something in the way she raised the question, or he is becoming suddenly aware of how unkempt he probably looks right now, having just got out of bed and all... D'ohh, why does he feel like there's a hair somewhere on him that's sticking out funny and he needs to fix it? She doesn't see it, does she? Can he pat it down without her noticing?

Also, why isn't he saying anything? They've been friends for a long time now, why is nothing coming to him? Him and Lumière went over this over a year ago!]

[She nods and then their interaction falls into a lull of silence. Which is strange because she doesn't ever remember being this nervous around him even back when they first met.

But, oh, she really needs to change out of this dusty apron and put on something more presentable.]

Well...if I can't get you anything then I'm going to go change. I've been dusting and it has a habit of sticking to clothing. The dust that is...

Y-yes... the dust can, uh... stick... to sk- uh, c-clothes. [Grr, that was a stupid thing to say. What can she possibly think of him when he can't even speak properly? Not to mention everything else.

Well, now he's left... standing here... um... oh Dieu, he needs to do something. He ends up rubbing his paws uncertainly as his mind starts to wander... so Belle is going to change... that means... ~~removing things~~ replacing one outfit... with something else... what will she be changing into anyway-? no, no, bad thoughts, he has been told many times to not think things like this... oh no, he has to do something...

Alright, um, he will, go and sit in the comfy chair then... yes, he will do that, that will clear his mind of... oh. No it does not. Putain.]

[It takes her all of ten minutes to change from her dirty chores dress to a simple, short-sleeved, pink dress. And half of that time was spent fretting over whether she should choose something else or not. Really, what has gotten into her?

Once she's finally dressed and happy with her appearance, she goes back downstairs to find Beast.]

Beast? You look as if you're thinking about something quite hard. Is everything alright?

[And by the time Belle has returned after those ten minutes, Beast will have tried replacing unspeakable thoughts with countless better ones. In five minutes this seemed to have worked, but upon hearing his housemate's voice - that soft, sweet, tender voice she has - and upon jerking his head up to see her in that dress he did not always notice so vividly before... that one thought has very swiftly returned. Uh oh. He's staring again, isn't he?

He shakes his head vigourously and looks down as he attempts to recompose himself.] I-I'm fine. It's nothing.

[His gaze shifts back to her and suddenly he feels compelled to say something to her about her appearance.] You... y-you look... nice. [Putain, wrong word.] I-I mean... lovely. Y-you look... lovely.

[She feels a swell of warmth go through her in response to his words. Her cheeks flush a light red as she crosses the room and sits in the chair across from his. Once seated she smooths out her skirt all the while glancing up at Beast through her eyelashes.]

Thank you. It's new...the dress that is. I've been looking for an occasion to wear it.

[A mix of excitement and nervousness swells up in him once he realises she's settling down next to him. Something about the way she looks at him compels him to shift awkwardly in his chair... so he ends up rubbing his paws and watching Belle's hands.]

Wh-what... kind of... o-ccasion?

[She smiles, tilting her head slightly to the side to see him better.]

Oh, I don't know. It's much too fancy to wear while doing chores or working in the library. But perhaps not for spending a quite afternoon at home.

[The look she gives him makes him instinctively want to shrink in, ashamed of what she has to see. But at the same time her phrase is distracting.]

We... w, w-well I...

I-I'm glad you... did. W-wear it... today.

[A comfortable silence follows as Belle tries to think up an interesting conversation starter.]

Of course...we don't have to stay in. We could take a walk around the village. It's such a nice day.

[He lifts his head.] To... together?

[A smile is already beginning to form on his face - he's not too eager, is he?]

[She raises a brow.]

Yes. That is what I had in mind. I would enjoy the company.

I... w-well, I...

[Suddenly the realisation of what Belle is offering truly hits home, and a sudden surge of happiness seems to well up through his entire body, contorting the corners of his mouth into the widest grin.]

I... would love to!

[Her returning smile is equally wide.]

Wonderful! [She stands up, smoothing out her skirts.]

Shall we?

[Keeping that soft, warm smile, he raises himself from the chair and walks toward her. Suddenly everything the servants taught him come back so easily as he extends his arm out for her with not a second's hesitation.]

[Her arm circles his and gently pulls him towards the door. she scoops her skirts up with her free hand before they exit the house so she doesn't step on them.]

Ah, it's such a lovely day.

[As the door is opened, the sun's rays seem to overwhelm him and fill him with even more happiness. It's strange, he has never truly noticed the beauty days like this bring before.]

It is... v-very lovely.

[He looks back toward his housemate. ~~The day is not the only thing that's lovely.~~]

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