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[October 3rd] [Original] Love is like…
Title: Goddess of Fortune
Day/Theme: October 3: When angels speak of love
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Belle/Diana
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: In a magical library two universes to the left, five up, and two over from home.
Diana threw the book of love spells across the room. Her companion watched the pages flutter in the breeze as she began to pace. Diana had never been one for inter-universal etiquette and damaging books was on of the least of her offenses.
“They have it all wrong! Love is nothing like that.”
“But who are you to condemn lust?” Belle challenged from the window seat, turning a page in her own book, a compendium of counter spells.
“It’s not all about that. You should know that, you’re too cold to really lust. I always have to convince you.” Belle snorted in a very unladylike way and continued reading, knowing that Diana’s storm wouldn’t last.
“Love is about... companionship and loyalty and empathy and… stuff other than sex everyday and twice on holidays!” Diana declared, marching back and forth across the floor like an agitated noble, all puffed up and indignant.
“You are very fond of holidays,” Belle reminded her, adjusting her pillow ease the pressure on her wings, and wondering what the owners of this otherworldly library would think of this exchange.
“That’s besides the point! It’s not all about the holidays. And at least I pick a willing partner.” Diana stomped over to the offending tome and scooped it up, only to throw it on the table, narrowly missing the cups.
“You have more than one waiting in the wings to be chosen?” Belle queried, sneaking a glance at Diana’s red face. Her wings were trembling with the offense of it all.
“Of course not, what do you take me for?” Diana retorted, insulted.
“You’re the one that takes me, no?”
That seemed to calm the fury. Diana lowered her eyes and let her fists unclench. Sighing, she walked up to the window seat and slid in next to Belle. She kissed her check, and pulled her close, whispering:
“This is love, letting you know how much I care for you, before leaving so you can read in peace.” A quick squeeze and she was leaving, taking the book from the table as she passed.
Belle watched her go, and waited for the right amount of time, a time that happened to correspond with how long it took to finish the chapter, to go after her.
Day/Theme: October 3: When angels speak of love
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Belle/Diana
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: In a magical library two universes to the left, five up, and two over from home.
Diana threw the book of love spells across the room. Her companion watched the pages flutter in the breeze as she began to pace. Diana had never been one for inter-universal etiquette and damaging books was on of the least of her offenses.
“They have it all wrong! Love is nothing like that.”
“But who are you to condemn lust?” Belle challenged from the window seat, turning a page in her own book, a compendium of counter spells.
“It’s not all about that. You should know that, you’re too cold to really lust. I always have to convince you.” Belle snorted in a very unladylike way and continued reading, knowing that Diana’s storm wouldn’t last.
“Love is about... companionship and loyalty and empathy and… stuff other than sex everyday and twice on holidays!” Diana declared, marching back and forth across the floor like an agitated noble, all puffed up and indignant.
“You are very fond of holidays,” Belle reminded her, adjusting her pillow ease the pressure on her wings, and wondering what the owners of this otherworldly library would think of this exchange.
“That’s besides the point! It’s not all about the holidays. And at least I pick a willing partner.” Diana stomped over to the offending tome and scooped it up, only to throw it on the table, narrowly missing the cups.
“You have more than one waiting in the wings to be chosen?” Belle queried, sneaking a glance at Diana’s red face. Her wings were trembling with the offense of it all.
“Of course not, what do you take me for?” Diana retorted, insulted.
“You’re the one that takes me, no?”
That seemed to calm the fury. Diana lowered her eyes and let her fists unclench. Sighing, she walked up to the window seat and slid in next to Belle. She kissed her check, and pulled her close, whispering:
“This is love, letting you know how much I care for you, before leaving so you can read in peace.” A quick squeeze and she was leaving, taking the book from the table as she passed.
Belle watched her go, and waited for the right amount of time, a time that happened to correspond with how long it took to finish the chapter, to go after her.