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[March 17th] [Original] Two Songs
Title: Two songs
Day/Theme: March 17: Eat of her voice
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Belle/Diana
Rating: PG
Author's note: Reviving my October story for a day. Takes place in the workroom of the castle.
Belle thought of Diana’s incantations as honeyed words, a treat so tempting to magic that it swarmed to her just to take in more. She would watch, a pale shadow along the wall, as Diana’s liquid alto drew a whirlwind of flashing green and shimmering gold energy into an intricate circle at her feet. And as the magic swirled around Diana, Belle felt as entranced as it appeared to be, filled with a sense of unending energy and abiding peace.
Belle didn’t like her own voice. It was high and brittle and shrill, perfect for the mad priestess she should have been but wasn’t. Her high notes sent glass shivering in pain, scared even the air away from her, leaving her breathless and alone. And she wondered when her magic and her lover would finally flee presence like the last wisps of a summer’s breeze driven back by the cold.
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Diana loved Belle’s voice. It soared over the castle into the pure sky, high and light and strong like spun diamond. Magic was drawn to her in wisps and breezes, starting with so little but peaking in a raging storm that mocked those who would dare call air the most fragile of the elements. And Belle’s glorious song rose above the storm to draw it to new heights, calling Diana’s soul with it, promising a substance of inspiration and beauty that would always sustain her.
Diana loved to sprawl on her back on the work bench and watch the clouds gather indoors, closing her eyes to savor an exquisite note, a lofty chord. Belle, glowing and surrounded with magic unfolding like a thousand angels’ wings, never seemed to notice her presence. And she wondered how she had ever lived without the pure beauty to lift her up without her feet ever leaving the ground.
Day/Theme: March 17: Eat of her voice
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Belle/Diana
Rating: PG
Author's note: Reviving my October story for a day. Takes place in the workroom of the castle.
Belle thought of Diana’s incantations as honeyed words, a treat so tempting to magic that it swarmed to her just to take in more. She would watch, a pale shadow along the wall, as Diana’s liquid alto drew a whirlwind of flashing green and shimmering gold energy into an intricate circle at her feet. And as the magic swirled around Diana, Belle felt as entranced as it appeared to be, filled with a sense of unending energy and abiding peace.
Belle didn’t like her own voice. It was high and brittle and shrill, perfect for the mad priestess she should have been but wasn’t. Her high notes sent glass shivering in pain, scared even the air away from her, leaving her breathless and alone. And she wondered when her magic and her lover would finally flee presence like the last wisps of a summer’s breeze driven back by the cold.
--
Diana loved Belle’s voice. It soared over the castle into the pure sky, high and light and strong like spun diamond. Magic was drawn to her in wisps and breezes, starting with so little but peaking in a raging storm that mocked those who would dare call air the most fragile of the elements. And Belle’s glorious song rose above the storm to draw it to new heights, calling Diana’s soul with it, promising a substance of inspiration and beauty that would always sustain her.
Diana loved to sprawl on her back on the work bench and watch the clouds gather indoors, closing her eyes to savor an exquisite note, a lofty chord. Belle, glowing and surrounded with magic unfolding like a thousand angels’ wings, never seemed to notice her presence. And she wondered how she had ever lived without the pure beauty to lift her up without her feet ever leaving the ground.