Days In The Sun

What to believe

The castle's front doors swung open full of wind and gust as the eternal winters cold air brushed through the foyer. All before slow footsteps could be heard, as well as a faint panting.

Chapeau turned his thin frame before pressing his arms against his chest at the sight before him. He picked up his bottom half and rushed towards the young woman - who was struggling to assist his Master in standing.

The coatrack positioned himself on the right side of Adam - while Belle was on his left, and pushed up against the eight-foot monster - allowing him to stand.

The Beast was nearly falling all over the place from pain, which only made it all that more difficult to help him walk.

Belle had gone far off on Philippe, but her escape was cut short by wolves. The young woman was almost totaled before, what seemed like out of thin air, Adam appeared, and saved her life. But even with the saving of her life, Belle was still hesitant on helping Adam. She watched as he had laid in the snow - battered and beaten from his fight against the predatorial animals. She was going to head on her way, but he did save her life, and if she were to leave, she'd never be able to shake the feeling of guilt or the image the wolves returning to him. So, with all her strength, and some of his assistance, Adam somehow managed to mount Philippe, and get taken back to his castle by the woman who was so eager to escape it just minutes before.

Getting The Beast onto Philippe, up the steps of the castle, and into his chamber was the hardest few things Belle had ever done in her entire life.
Not only because she was petrified with fear of the prince she had been assisting, but also because of the prince's notable temper - even while he was in such a state.

Belle sat on the prince's enormous bed, an alcohol soaked the rag in her hand as she ever so slowly pressed it against The Beast's fresh, throbbing, bleeding, wounds. She had repeated that motion for quite a while, and she also took noticed the prince's staff slowly making their way into the bedroom as she tried to treat him.

A loud roar escaped Adam's jaw before he glared back towards the young woman who was disinfecting his wounds.

"That HURT."

"Well it wouldn't hurt as bad if you held still--"

"Well if you wouldn't have run away none of this wouldn't've happened."

"Well if you wouldn't've startled me I wouldn't have run away."

"Well....you shouldn't have been in the west wing!"

"You should learn to control your temper!"

The two bickered back and forth as their voices raised in volume - filling the silence that once was the dark castle.

After finally giving up, Belle turned towards the staff - and tried to make an attempt at getting a better understanding of their situation, but only got a draft overview of what was held within the antique's futures. But upon suggesting she'd help, she merely got told that the way to break the curse was not for her. Which, made Belle wonder. She wanted to help these people - but they didn't seem to give her a chance. As the day's passed, they trailed on and on for what felt like forever.

Adam had gifted something to Belle as a sign of affection, and to possibly win her heart - in a way. But Belle simply saw it as a gift. A wonderful, magnificent, gift. Every time she'd step foot into the room that smelt of leather and ink - she was at home. Well, at least within her heart. She only wished her father was there with her. It pained the young woman to imagine her father by himself - so she'd try her best to distract her with the hours upon hours of literature that was so close to her fingertips.