Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]
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				Title: <strong>Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 02:50:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?</em></div><br><br>In a small quaint village only a frantic horse ride away from a well hidden castle&nbsp; there lived a young man and his older... slightly demented father. But being the youngest it was expected of young Travis to stay near his family and take care of his slowly deteriorating father. They often say it's the creative ones that sink into dementia the worse and Travis' father was such a good example of this. Sometimes he'd be perfectly lucid; and he would stay that way for months at a time, and at other times he would start raving and ranting about strange things; though by now everyone just ignored him and went on their way. Some of the nicer people would return Travis father to him. <br><br>One such times of lucidity was occurring this month; and Travis' father would not stop talking about a festival going on a few towns away from them; a days journey at least by horseback for someone like Travis; three days at least for his father. Travis of course didn't want his father to go alone; and had offered more then once to go along with him. But his father had refused every offer. He was his father~ He would tell him. Why should he need a chaperon! And besides; they needed someone to stay and watch the house. As if they had anything of any real value in their home. Still; his father would hear none of Travis' concerns or worries or fears and had set about a week ago to go off on his own. <br><br>the first few days Travis had been nothing but a pile of jittery nerves. Afraid to leave the house in case someone came around to tell him his father was hurt and that he needed to come and get him. Or worse; come and claim his body. But after the third day Travis had relaxed a little and even gone out into the village to get a few things for himself. He liked going into the village and walking around. He wasn't very tall for his age or his gender; but that didn't bother him; he was still a hard worker despite the lack of obvious muscles on his body. Besides; the women of the village thought he was adorable with his blond hair and slate gray eyes. And if he made just the right sort of a face he could often get things for free or at a discount from even the burliest of the shop owners wives. <br><br>He always tried to go to the stores with more women in them; they seemed to love him and his cute baby face. Always pinching his cheeks and telling him that he should find himself a wife. Though Travis always used the excuse that no wife would want to have to take care of his father and a child at the same time. That usually got them to quiet down on the subject. And truthfully; Travis had no interest in the opposite sex; something he'd found out at quite a young age. Though of course in a small town like this and in an age like this; you really couldn't go around telling people that. <br><br>Once he'd done his little walk through of the village; and ignored any of the other older men who usually heckled him; always saying there just wasn't something right about the boy and made it back to his home he smiled and laid out the bags before going to check on the other animals.<br><br>&nbsp;As he rounded the old house he stopped in shock to see his horse; the horse his father had taken on his trip pawing at the earth nervously; his eyes were wide and he looked around nervously; tossing his head and mane as if something had seriously startled him. Tracis rushed up to the horse he called thunder and grabbed it by the reins trying to calm the Clydesdale down. It took him a while but finally the horse was nice and calm and breathing gently. He let out a sigh and pet the horses nose before leading it around the land to look for his father. <br><br>After an hour of searching Travis realized his father was no where near his home and that if he would have wandered into the town someone would have brought him home by now. So with a determined sigh he packed a bag and climbed onto Thunders back urging the horse on to lead him back to where his father was. And in a flash they were off; racing through the woods and avoiding the branches that almost tried to pull at his hair and clothing and knock him off the horse. If this was the path that his father had taken... Then surely he must have been knocked off of Thunder by the branches?<br><br>That idea quickly fled Travis' mind when he came to the end of their journey; and Thunder brought them to a large domineering castle; a castle that Travis had never known existed before today. He stared up at it with large wide eyes and slowly slid off of the horse; walking through the gates and pulling a nervous Thunder along behind him. Maybe his father had wandered upon this castle? He mused to himself. As he walked up the steps and pushed past the door and slowly entered the castle; calling out a nervous: <strong>"Hello?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 03:34:06</strong>
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				No one dared entered his castle. No visitors, no lost-on-the-road wanderers... for they were intimidated by the sight of the castle alone. It rose into the skies as if some present-day Tower of Babel, the spires touching the heavens themselves. Rain poured down endlessly upon the ancient architecture, as it had been for nearly a decade so far. Time passed slowly within those castle walls, as what did the servants and the master have to entertain themselves? Transformed by the lovely enchantress in disguise, they were cursed as long as their master was alone. It was the main reason that when this young boy entered the castle, a wave of excitement rushed over the entire room. The candelabra upon the bureau near the wall would move silently, elbowing the small clock upon the side. "Cogsworth!" He mumbled low enough for this young lad to not hear them. The last thing they needed to do was scare off a potential partner for their master, after all. <br><br>"I see him, I see him, Lumiére." He mumbled in a hushed tone to the beloved maître d' of the castle. "Now hush!" They were moving quietly, hopping off of the dresser while they followed the young lad whom was searching for someone. No doubt it had to be that older man that the master had taken in earlier that day, as they looked to resemble one another in a few aspects. Lumiére would clear his throat briefly before he hopped forward, fires alight and bright as ever. "Greetings, young sir!" While he did not want to frighten Travis, there was no doubt that he had to at least get his attention. "Please, hold before you run off!" It was impossible to stop him if he did, but if Travis was here to rescue his father, he would no doubt do whatever it took to get him out of here.<br><br>Almost as if the place itself was alive, the items in the front room of the castle began to rise to life. Such minuscule things such as feather dusters and brooms began to sweep and move about Travis, as if he weren't even there, though they were quiet aware of his presence. Before the young lad knew it, a rather large teapot was hopping its way down the steps, along with a tiny teacup on top of it. "It's been ages since we've had a visitor!" The teapot would laugh, having the voice of a hearty old woman. The teacup atop of her would grin, bouncing forward and sitting right before the young man's feet. "Howdy!"<br><br>What a rambunctious group of things, though they were friendly and that was something to say, right?<br><br>"What brings you out this far, young one?" Lumiére would ask, that clearly French accent seeming all too suave for his own good. He would hop in front of him with the tiny teacup, grinning up to him in a friendly manner.<br><br>He just hoped that the young lad didn't get spooked and run off. They might have been different, but their personalities were going to make up for it, right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 06:31:46</strong>
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				Travis thought he heard something in the large empty space and he turned just in time to see the Candle moving towards him. Travis' eyes widened and he took a quick step back <strong>"Holy shit!"</strong> He squeaked staring down at at the thing before whirling around to see other things coming towards him, his long cloak flowing around him as he did so. Things that most definitely should not be moving! This almost seemed like a dream... And was definitely close to a nightmare he'd once had. Though there weren't any swords and daggers flinging at him from out of nowhere. He felt his hands start to tremble; not out of fear really; but out of the shock of being approached by all these things that had no business moving. And talking as well! <br><br>He looked down at the candle and nodded his head nervously when they mentioned something about visitors; staring at the cup and the tea pot as he did so. Trying to move out of the way of the feather dusters and looking all around him wonder. He was almost afraid to stop looking... was this place under some sort of an enchantment? Had he gone mad like his father? He pinched his arm roughly and was reassured that no, he was not dreaming. Well that was one thing to be comforted by at least. But where was the master of this castle? He wondered if he even really wanted to know.&nbsp; <br><br>Travis looked down at the teapot and cup and wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. <strong>"Um... Hello?"</strong> He said nervously; and in a somewhat awkward manner. After all; you weren't really supposed to talk to the furniture becuase it wasn't supposed to talk back!<br><br>He looked towards the candle stick again and was reminded that yes! There was a reason for him to have come into this place. <strong>"I'm, I'm looking for my father. He's old; and well... He's not really what he used to be. And I'm afraid he might have wandered into your home..."</strong> He told him; holding at the edge of his heavy cloak; not really certain what to do with his hands.<strong> "And well... I was really hoping that he might be somewhere in this place."</strong><br><br>He looked down at them pleadingly; almost as if begging them to tell him that yes he was here! He'd wandered in but not to worry he was safe and warm somewhere! He didn't even want to think about what he would do if his father had gotten hurt some how! Especially becuase it could have been avoided if he would have just gone off with him to the festival in the first place!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 13:01:14</strong>
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				"Your father..." Cogsworth would murmur thoughtfully as he walked circles around the boy, clearing his throat. "Short, rather overweight man? Thinning white hair?" He had a good memory for an item that didn't have a brain, it seemed. "He stumbled in... about a week ago but..." He cleared his throat, rubbing against the top of the clock head. "I don't think it's wise for you to stay here." He advised. It might have seemed cold, but the truth was that the master's temper was something to be feared, plus his persona and outright appearance could be terrifying to some. All of the other items seemed to have the same opinion, as they were looking about nervously and scuffing their feet as if they were hiding something. "He's alive, I'm sure! But..."<br><br>"The master has him in the dungeon." Lumiere bowed his head, one of the candles rubbing slightly near his mouth in thought. "You see... our master doesn't enjoy visitors. He's been alone for quite some time and he's very forthright with acting before he thinks. Trust us when we say that it's in your best interest to forget about it." It was impossible for a loving child to forget about their parent so easily, though. Lumiere knew that much, as did the rest of them. "If you want to be safe, then don't push the subject any further." He whispered, looking upward at the stairs. The master's room was further in the west wing, so they had to be quiet. He didn't want the master to end up letting his anger blow up again and throw this young lad in the dungeon as well.
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				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 04:29:54</strong>
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				<strong>"HE'S HERE?!"</strong> Travis shouted excitedly clapping his hands happily not as nervous knowing that his father was in fact here. He looked around with a large smile on his face; feeling so much more at ease now to know that his father was here. Almost expecting him to walk around the corner at any moment.&nbsp; He stopped and looked at him with an obviously confused look on his face. <strong>"Well... where is he? I'll just go and get him and go. I mean.. He's just a harmless old man. He's sick and not really all there... Please I-"</strong> He bit his lower lip; that same feeling of worry and doubt beginning to creep into his mind once more. He didn't like the way that clock... person... man... thing talked about his father as if there was even the slightest chance that he wasn't still alive.&nbsp; <br><br>All it did was make him even more certain that he needed to find his father. <br><br>He frowned and looked back to Lumier. "The Dungeon?" He asked; disturbed by that statement. There was no excuse for that! He started to get antsy; his whole body seeming to shake and twitch. "I need to get him out of here then!" He said in an obviously distressed tone looking at them all pleadingly. <strong>"Please; please help me find him."</strong> He began to twist the fabric up in his hands nervously; worrying at his lower lip as he did so. All these awful things running through his mind at what might have happened to his father. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 16:13:43</strong>
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				"You really shouldn't..." Lumiere would let out a defeated sigh, shoulders slumped as he looked to Cogsworth and the other items in the room. The smallest cup was hiding behind its teapot mother, almost as if it were in fear of what lay in store for the young lad in the dungeon area. If Lumiere took him to the dungeon and showed him his father before he let him go... that would at least help him ease his worries about him being dead, right? "I'll give you one look at him and then we have to go. I know you must love him dearly but..." This was a unique situation and Travis just didn't understand the consequences of getting the old man out of his prison.<br><br>"You're really not thinking about taking him there, are you? The master will be furious if he finds out!" Cogsworth shoved at the candelabra. Lumiere huffed and tapped one of his candles against the other's head. "We'll be fine. Come on. I'll take you there as quickly as possible and then we leave." He didn't give him time to argue, as he was quickly hopping up the stairs and making his way toward the west wing. The castle was rather grand and enormous, though the quality of its surroundings began to deteriorate when they began to climb to the prisoners' towers.<br><br>"The old man that wandered in here is in the second door. There's a big enough hole at the bottom of the door to put food in, so go speak to him hastily." Lumiere frowned, looking toward the tower. They just had to be quiet or the master would surely find them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 21:41:26</strong>
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				If Travis was more cautious; he probably would have noticed that everyone of the little items seemed to quake in terror at the thought of him going up and into the dungeons. But Travis didn't notice it, becuase he was too wrapped up in the thought of how much he needed to get his father out of this place and back into their own home. He hoped to god that he wasn't hurt, and gave a silent prayer that he was still somewhat lucid when he found him. Travis listened to the candelabra as he told him he would only get a look at his father. And though he planned on doing more then just looking he nodded his head. He couldn't tell them that he was going to do something different now could he? After all; if he did that then the possibility of him actually seeing his father would be slim to none. <br><br>Travis was about to interject when the clock started to tell the candle that he couldn't take him to see his father; but held his tongue when it seemed that the candle guy was holding his own. He gave a small smile; and he almost felt a little that he might get him in trouble later when he rescued his father. He followed closely after him as they ascended the stairs and once they were going up the much narrower ones to the towers dungeon. <br><br>The higher up they went the colder it seemed to get and soon Travis grew impatient; picking the candle up gently and running up the stairs now. <strong>"Sorry... I'm just... impatient you understand?</strong>" He asked a bit out of breaths as he saw the door above him. <strong>"My name is Travis by the way."</strong> He added on; thinking it only polite to let him know his name. <strong>"Thank you for helping me. You have no idea how much I appreciate this."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 13:00:00</strong>
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				The candelabra didn't expect to be picked up so suddenly, so it was rather a shock to have his self hoisted up and all of them rushed faster up the stairs. "I do hope you know what you're doing." He spoke softly, frowning while they finally arrived at the dungeon. At the boy's introduction, the candelabra grinned and would pat his hand slightly with the part of one of his candles that wasn't hot. "Lumiere, mon cherie." He teased. When they arrived, he hopped down and gave a slight nod, dusting himself off. Sure as rain, there was a significant change in temperature once they arrived, which couldn't be all that helpful for the ailing man within the second door of the dungeon. Cogsworth cleared his throat and stood beside Lumiere while the man's face appeared at the bottom of the door, looking out.<br><br>"Travis? Travis, is that you?" He called out, fingers curled around the bars that covered it. "Oh goodness, why did you come after me? You have to leave, Travis! Right now, right now!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 19:40:15</strong>
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				Travis could see his breath every time he exhaled; a slight chill wrapping around his body making him pull his cloak just a little bit closer to his body. He nodded his head to Lumier and lowered his hand so that he wouldn't have to jump down so far; and when he heard his fathers voice he rushed to the door. <strong>"PaPa?"</strong> <br><br>He asked in a childish tone unable to beleive the situation that they were on. Wrapping his hand around his fathers fingers and almost wanting to recoil becuase of how deathly cold they were. Suddenly filled with an intense rage; wanting who ever did this to a poor old man to truly suffer for it. <strong>"Are you ok? What do you mean! Why did I come? I&nbsp; have to take care of you don't I?</strong>" He asked in a sweet tone of voice; not wanting him to see how truly upset he was with the situation. Petting his hands to try and warm him up. Trying to keep calm despite the fact that he wanted to break down and cry at how awful the situation was. <br><strong><br>"I'm going to get you out of here!"</strong> Travis told him with a firm voice; nodding his head as if it really was just that easy. <strong>"You'll see! All I have to do is find the keys to this place! Or! Or! Or maybe something I can wedge something in the door?</strong>" He looked around hopeful; there was always a set of keys hanging right out of the prisoners reach in old children books; all he had to do was find them! The thought that this was real life; and not just some children's story having never occurred to him; since there was a talking clock and candle just a few feet away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 23:51:41</strong>
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				Lumiere reached out one candle and frowned, finding it a terrible situation indeed that the two had to be separated like this. He took a glance to Cogsworth who only shook his head and moved forward.&nbsp; "Quickly, please. Get your palaver done before--" He would shut up as Travis insisted on getting him out. "You can't!" He hissed. "Keep your voice down or--"<br><br>A sudden shaking within the walls would make Lumiere glance up, eyes widening in shock. "Oh goodness. The master..." He quickly shook his head and rushed forward. "The master is coming! You have to get out of here and quickly!"<br><br>"Listen to him, Travis." The old man pleaded, holding onto his hands. "I'm just an old man. Seeing you get hurt by him is the last thing I need. I'll be fine, I promise. I'll get out on my own time and I'll come right back home!" He pleaded, shaking his hands. "Just get out before--"<br><br>Eyes widened as he stared up high at the towering figure behind the kneeling young man. "Travis--!"<br><br>"Who are you?" That deep, baritone voice rumbled out, almost as if it belonged to some enraged animal instead of an actual man. The shadows still hid him from view, though it was quite clear that whoever this was... well, he was quite enormous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 07:48:47</strong>
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				"No! I don't care! Let that bastard come! I'll give him a piece of my mind!" Travis replied to them; fisting up his hands as he said it. And he really meant it to. Of course it was a lot easier to act all big and tough in front of an old man and a few objects that shouldn't be in existence in the first place. He didn't get up though; even as the walls began to shake and everyone around him seemed to be yelling at him to leave. He wasn't just going to leave his father. Not like this. Not after he'd come this far to find him; not after he'd worried this much about him either.<br><br>&nbsp;"I'm not going to leave you." He promised his father; looking him in the eye the best he could before the master of this castle could get there. He wanted his father to know that he planned on saving him from this place. No matter what it took. <br><br>He turned with slightly wide eyes when he heard the voice. It did sound terrifying; like the voice you always imagine would belong to the big bad wolf; or the thing hiding under your bed. The voice your parents would try to take on when telling you a child's story; and taking on the villains voice. Travis knew that this was the monster that had trapped his father in this cold and dirty prison. He was fitting in this place as the villain of this story.<br><br>"My name is Travis!" He told him; doing his best not to have a shaky voice as he did so. "And you need to let my father go; please! He's old and he's sick! There can't be anything he could have done to deserve this!" He pleaded looking into the dark; where ever he thought he heard his voice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 15:23:00</strong>
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				Lumiere was standing back, not in fear of his master, but in fear of what he could potentially do to their young guest. The massive beast that stood not too far from Travis himself would cock an eyebrow upward in the shadows as he stared down at the small boy. "You have a lot of nerve coming into <em>my</em> castle and making demands from me." The man growled, stepping out into the light of the room to show how truly intimidating he was. A torn cloak that hung to the ground behind him, clothes that lay stretched and torn over his immense frame... the man was not a man at all, but some enormous, almost wolven-like creature that looked ready to tear the boy's heart out at any given instant.<br><br>"He intruded within my castle. Curiosity will get you killed." He scoffed. "And what exactly do you plan to give me in return for the release of your father, hm? I highly doubt you have anything that I could even want." He snorted. Lumiere would take a step forward, one candle raising in defense. "Master, you know the woman's prophe--"<br><br>"Silence." He shot the candelabra a sharp glare, sending the thing moving back to the wall near Cogsworth. He turned his attention back down to the pretty young male and narrowed his eyes. "Well?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 18:34:44</strong>
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				Travis would admit the moment the monster walked into the light he lost a lot of the fight in him. How could he not? This Beast was terrifying; it was one thing to see pictures of monsters in story books; it was something else entirely to be in that book face to face with one. But after the initial shock of it all he flared a little with indignation. After all; if the Beast was already angry with him then there was probably a good chance he wasn't going to walk away from this in the first place. <br><br>"I-I Have a lot of nerve?" He asked trying to stand a little straighter and look possibly just a little bit bigger; something that wouldn't really work considering the beast easily dwarfed him. "Have you even TALKED to my father?" He asked his voice starting to quake but not from fear. "He's a sick old man who's FAR from all there! You pathetic excuse of existence!"He cried out yelling the last part; trying his hardest to look the beast in the eyes as he did so. <br><br>"So what? You want someone to pick on and bully? FINE! I'll stay! I'll take his place. Take me instead." There was no regret when he said it; and he didn't plan on taking it back. He was resolved in the decisions; having already thought that it might come to something like that. After all Travis loved his father too much to let him die in some place like this. And at least in the village there might be a few of the older women to take care of him... He prayed.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:17:56</strong>
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				The massive creature would lift a brow as the much smaller one would come up to him, apparently full of bravery now. It brought a chuckle out of him as he stood there, eyes narrowing in annoyance. "No one comes out here to my castle and leaves." It took all his effort to even protect himself and his servants. If someone ran off and told the villagers about an enormous beast and his servants, inanimate objects no less, those villagers would come roaring to life and try to kill him before even knowing him. It was a safety precaution that he had to take, no matter if he was going to be hurting the sick or the old.<br><br>Pathetic excuse of existence, hm? It wasn't the first time he had heard such things. However, when the boy flat out offered himself in exchange for the old man, his eyes widened slightly. Lumiere and Cogsworth glanced at each other expectantly, rushing forward to their master's feet. "Master, please... go easy and at least consider it, hm?" They knew the prophecy and they had to keep the man's temper from exploding.<br><br>"No, Travis! You can't--" He would let out a startled cry as the dungeon door was ripped open and the beast's hand came down to grab at the collar of his shirt. The man said nothing as he stormed down the spiraling staircase, eyes alight. The walk was long, yet he would soon set the man on his feet outside of the castle doors and push him forward to the horse that was waiting on Travis to return. "Go home." He growled, and without giving him a chance to even speak to the boy, he slammed those doors and locked them firmly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 09:07:27</strong>
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				Travis was a little frightened by his chuckle; as if at any moment the beast would leap forward and rip him in two. He didn't doubt that it could happen.&nbsp; Hell he didn't doubt that he wouldn't do it. Not for one second. Travis was no fool, he didn't live in a fantasy despite how much he read and wished that he did. He didn't pay attention to any one else in that moment; he just stared at the Beast; trying to show he wasn't scared of him. And to show that he had meant what he said, almost as if he was challenging him to take it. <br><br>The next few moments were a blur as he was pushed out of the way by the door so that the beast could grab hold of his father. Travis stared wide eyed as he started to pull him away; almost afraid that he was going to choke him like that. As it began to sink in that he hadn't said good bye to his father he reached out desperately but was too shocked to move. "WAIT! WAIT! NO!" He shouted after the beast. A crushing sort of depression weighing down on him as the only family member he had left was literally dragged out of his life. <br><br>But he wouldn't cry. Not yet, not now. Not when he could come back and see him in that sort of a state. For now he would just hold it in; hold it in and bury it deep. Biting his lip until he felt blood to not cry; he could hardly breathe. He felt as if his chest was caving in. How had this happened? What had he ever done to deserve this? Oh god... What would happen to him now?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 13:05:55</strong>
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				Lumiere watched with saddened eyes as the beast slammed those doors shut and locked them tightly. He would sigh to himself and look downward, knowing that the man's temper had gotten the best of him for the moment. "Master--"<br><br>"Silence." He ordered once more, moving toward the staircase and stopping at Travis' side to stare down to him. "You're the one that wanted this. You'll stay here until I'm happy to let you free." He scoffed, making his way up the staircase once more, the large cloak billowing behind him. Cogsworth would give a clear of his throat and shift on one of the steps of the staircase. "We're terribly sorry, Travis... our master has a very bad temper. I'm certain he didn't mean to explode like that."<br><br>Fat chance.<br><br>"He's right. Do your best not to hate him, please. He's just... well, he's been alone for a long, long time now. Being around people isn't his forte, as you'd imagine." He put on a weak smile. "Would you... like me to show you to your room? The master wouldn't keep you in the dungeon. He'd want you to have your own quarters at least."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 09:01:09</strong>
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				((Sorry it took me so long to reply. I was light headed yesterday and long replies were hard to achieve)) <br><br>Travis was trying his hardest not to cry as he realized he'd never see his father again. That his father had been ripped from his life with out the possiblity of ever having said good bye to him. Of making this moment matter; of letting his dad know just how much he loved him and cherished him. How important he was to him; how much he meant to him... How much he'd made an affect in his life.&nbsp; And most importantly; how he knew how hard it was to bring him up with out a mother and how thankful he was to him. So much unsaid. He looked up at the Beast; clearly all of the fight in him gone. "you didn't let me say good bye... I just wanted to say good bye." He told him; his breath starting quiver as he pulled his lower lip into his mouth; biting it to keep himself from whimpering and starting to sob. <br><br>"Yeah right." He grumbled bitterly; obviously not believing the clock when he said it.&nbsp; He looked up a little disbelieving when Lumiere offered to take him to his room. Looking around the dungeon slightly confused even as he went on to say he doubted that he would keep him here. What did he plan on doing to him? Did he even want to know? He took a few more minutes of just bieng quiet and sitting there before nodding his head and lifting himself to his feet.<br><br>"Thank you. That would be nice." He said in a low voice; just above a whisper. His shoulders sinking in defeat. He'd never get out of this place. And he would mourn the life he'd lost. But tomorrow... Tomorrow he would try and live a happier life. Try to make the most of it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 15:36:46</strong>
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				[ S'okay, dear. ^^ ]<br><br>Lumiere knew that the boy had to be defeated and didn't want to even think about doing anything positive right now. He sighed and hopped his way up the stairs to the west wing where Travis would be staying, leading him toward the grand room that would now be his personal abode. "You can customize it however you like. Just try to enjoy yourself while you're here, okay?" He smiled warmly up to the boy, giving his leg a slight hug, flames going out so he didn't burn the poor boy. "The master is a very temperamental man, but... I assure you that he's a lot better once you get to know him." He pat his leg and ushered him into the room. "Get dressed for dinner and we'll see you then, okay?" With that, he closed the door and sighed as he made his way back to the foyer.<br><br>He didn't know how this would turn out now that the master had saddened Travis so much.<br><br>Hours later when the time for dinner actually did arrive, the large beast would saunter his way down the hallway, cloak dragging behind him. His immense frame moved with a regality about it, even if he was transformed into this hideous thing. He stopped before his new guest's door and furrowed his brows, landing three rather gentle knocks on it. Well, gentle for him, at least.<br><br>"Dinner's going to be ready in half an hour. You should get ready."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 22:01:37</strong>
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				Travis followed Lumiere silently to his room; looking at all of the things surrounding the castle. Monstrous sculptures that looked like they might be cousins to the beast; he wondered why he was like that? Maybe he'd made some deal with the devil. That seemed appropriate given that the Beasts temperament was so awful. Maybe he was the devil? Had he just sold his soul? Did it even matter? Should he even care that he should have no hope of ever being set free? Maybe he would be able to run away? If all he had to worry about were the little odds and ends that made up the castle staff. He thought it might be easy; if the Beast was sleeping maybe he could do it?<br><br>He stepped through the doors and into his room; it was magnificent even if it was obviously unused. He turned around in a small circle trying to take everything in. It was the size of half of his house!! And the tapestries on the walls though faded were gloriously beautiful.&nbsp; "Thank you." He told Lumiere; though his voice was still a little flat; there was some life coming back to it to know he had a space all his own. Though he severely doubted that the 'master' of this castle was any better then what he'd already seen. He turned his head to watch Lumiere walk out; and his eyebrows furrowed together when he heard he would be made to eat Dinner. No doubt with that monster. <br><br>He would have told him no but Lumiere was already gone so he rushed to the door and locked it. The door seemed strudy enough and it actually made him feel safe to have that between him and his captor.&nbsp; <br><br>He turned back to the four poster bed and walked over to it; laying down with a sigh and curling into a ball; wanting to hide away in this place forever so long as he was here. Thinking over all the things that had happened to him with in the past two hours he started to cry; and then to sob. Tears streaming down his face making him look like an absolute wreck. He knew if his mother would have still been alive to see this she would have told him tears won't help you dear. No need to cry over something like this. Think of it as an adventure! Though Travis honestly thought that to be impossible.&nbsp; <br><br>He'd been at the end of his tears when the Beast came and rapped on his door. Did he honestly expect him to go to dinner with him? After everything he's done? Travis worked up what little bit of courage he had and shouted right back to the Beast "I'M NOT COMING!" <br><br>Sure it was childish; but if that's all the control Travis had in his life at this point; well then he would cling to it for all it's worth. What was he going to do? Drag him down and force him to eat with him? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 15:33:08</strong>
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				Lumiere was peeking around the corner at his master, not knowing exactly how the man would react to the boy's utter defiance. It couldn't be good, as the master had many qualities about him, but his temper was one of the most negative. As the boy shouted at him that he wasn't going to be eating, the beast twitched and curled his clawed fingers into a fist. "So what are you going to do then, hm?! You're going to sit in that damned room and do nothing for the rest of your life! Whether you like it or not, you're here now, and you need to accept it!" He shouted, banging his powerful fist against the door, rattling it in its hinges. "You can come out and eat or you can just sit in there and starve! Make your choice!" He growled, storming away from the door and toward the dining room. Lumiere frowned and observed his master rushing off in such a manner, quickly moving down the hall to Travis' bedroom.<br><br>"Travis?" He called out slightly. "It's me. Are you all right in there?" He knew that the master's temper wasn't helping matters, as it would only push them further away from each other instead of pulling them together. "I know his temper is bad... at least come down and eat after he retires for the night, though. I don't want you to end up starving."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 07:07:55</strong>
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				Travis hadn't expected the doors to rattle like that. He rolled to the other side of the bed and stared at it from where he hid; almost like a child expecting that little bit of space to protect him from the monster of his story. Even though he knew perfectly well that all the monster here had to do was take a few jumps and he would be at his throat. There was no knight in shining that came to save men after all. He would have to fight his own way out of this place. Like he would even stand a chance against him. But so long as he had anything that made him in charge of something concerning his life; no matter how small it was he was going to cling to it. And if that meant choosing to not eat then that's what he would do. He probably only wanted to fatten him up so that he could eat him later! <br><br>He grew a little braver when he knew he wasn't at the door anymore and got up from behind the bed to walk towards the door of the bedroom; opening it just a slight crack after unlocking it as well. He looked down at Lumiere and gave him a weak smile nodding his head. "thank you. I'll be sure to come down... I mean... I am hungry to be honest. But I don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I am." He told him with a serious face. "When does he usually go to sleep?" He asked curiously; he had no problem in waiting for him to sleep. He could keep himself occupied he was sure of it!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 16:09:58</strong>
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				Lumiere would settle himself down upon the bed, his eyes glancing about the room to take in the sight of the lovely surroundings. "I'm sure that if you want, the wardrobe will be more than happy to help dress you." He grinned, glancing to the large wardrobe at the end of the room who moved forward with an overexcited smile on its face. Clearly female, as the voice that came from it was very distinguishable. "You bet! We'll have you looking like the best in this entire castle!" She exclaimed, making Lumiere chuckle silently to himself. The woman always had been over-eccentric, even when she had been a human.<br><br>At Travis' question, he let out a light sigh. "He doesn't really get much time to sleep. Either that or he doesn't want to sleep." He spoke sadly, clearing his throat. "The only thing I can suggest is to go out as late as possible. Be very quiet and perhaps he won't notice." He just hoped that at some point they gained a mutual understanding of each other, as the days were whittling down. They would stay like this forever if their master didn't find a true love soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 03:10:37</strong>
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				((Happy thanksgiving!!!))<br><br>Travis looked up at the dresser with a little confused look and with slightly bleary eyes. He'd been in here for a while now... Had been crying as well. But she had stayed quiet the entire time. He took in a sniff of a breath to try and not feel so stupid right now. Men weren't supposed to cry; even if he felt that was something stupid to live by, he'd always heard it from everyone other than his own parents. SO he just naturally assumed everyone believed that as well. He smiled weakly when she talked about making him look good. He looked down at his outfit and then back up at her. It would be nice to be able to dress in a somewhat fancy fashion. He'd always wondered what it would be like... At least now he would be able to find out. <br><br>Travis looked at her for a moment longer. Wondering how a wardrobe could move; wondering yet again how any of this was even possible. But for now he probably shouldn't focus on that. He turned his attention and his reddened eyes back to Lumiere and gave him a bit of a serious nod. "I'll be extremely quiet I promise... and actually... at this point I'm more thirsty than I am hungry." He admitted sheepishly. He probably should have brought something with him to drink before he went off in search of his father.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 04:37:48</strong>
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				[ You too. ^^; ]<br><br>The wardrobe would smile brightly and look to Lumiere who gave her a firm nod. "Make him feel nice and at home. We'll have dinner ready for you when you come downstairs." He put on a bright smile and then hopped out of the room and down the stairs to get things started. He was a servant, after all. He knew just how to make the food and how to make the dining room as beautiful as ever for their new guest. He knew it was asking a lot to expect Travis to call this place home, but he wanted to at least make it a bit more possible for him to stay. Just a bit longer so he could get to know the master for something other than his temper or his beastly form.<br><br>"He hasn't always been like that, you know." The wardrobe informed, spilling forth a nice outfit for the boy that consisted of a pair of black slacks and a smooth, white dress shirt that would look quite nice on him. "There's a picture of him before he changed into what he is now. Out there on the wall, actually." She seemed quite saddened that things had come down to this, but if her master didn't find a love soon... they'd all be stuck like this forever.<br><br>No one could tell Travis about it, though. It was impossible to change things if the boy was aware of what was going on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 01:45:11</strong>
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				"Thank you Lumiere. I appreciate it a lot." Travis told him as he hopped away from him with the promise of something to eat he was at least in a slightly better mood. Travis tended to get a little upset and cop an attitude when he was hungry. Maybe it wouldn't be so terrible if he could at least make friends with the objects that lived here. They seemed genuinely nice. He looked back up at the massive wardrobe and tried not to seem bitter when she talked about their master. He pulled over the clothing and tried not to look up when she talked about a picture of him. As if when he did look up it would be right there on the wall. <br><br>He wanted to say something along the lines of "Well what ever made him this way did the world a favor; becuase now everyone can see how evil and twisted he really is." Travis was a firm believer that beauty was on the inside; and from what he'd seen so far of this beast he was no beauty. <br><br>He moved off of the bed and looked around for some place to change behind; seeing one of those folding screens with a lovely asian inspired design on it and took off his pants and shirt. She might have been a wardrobe and there to assist him in getting dressed; but Travis just couldn't change in front of others. Or at least other women. It made him want to blush and feel self concious. He played with his hair a bit; running his hands through his blond locks. He felt that his shaggy hair looked nice on him; but for right now he wanted to pull it up and out of his face. When he came around the divider he looked for a piece or string. Asking the wardrobe for something; she gave him a silk ribbon and Travis smiled. He'd never tied his hair up with silk before. His mother had, he would save up anything his father gave him just to buy her ribbons for her hair. <br><br>He mentally shook his head to clear his mind of those thoughts and pulled his hair up and into a small pony tail. Barely anything at all but just enough to do something with it. He looked at himself holding out his arms and smiled at the image that he gave off. He wondered what the women in his little town would think if they saw him like that; wondered what the men would think as well. "Thank you ma'am... What's your name by the way? I'm Travis." He said lifting his head; his spirits rising if only a fraction and he gave her a winning smile. Full of thanks for the nice clothes that she'd given him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 23:01:49</strong>
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				“You know… it’s been so long since I’ve even been called by a name.” It was a sad situation indeed, but the wardrobe couldn’t remember for the life of her what her name was. It was on the tip of her tongue, though it was as if a shade had been pulled over her memory to keep it secluded. She looked downward to him and put on a weak smile, as if saddened by something great. “Do give him a chance, little one… I know it seems extremely hard, but…” Well, she couldn’t outright tell him the dilemma that they were put in. “He’s a much better man than he seems.” She would watch as he changed into the clothing, and with that, she gave a bright smile. “You surely look the best in this entire castle!” She grinned, moving to the door to open it up.<br><br>“Go on.” She chuckled, giving a warm smile down to the boy. She did hope that the master wasn’t anywhere nearby, as knowing his temper, he would be furious at seeing that Travis went out to eat without consulting him. <br><br>Unbeknown to him, however, the master of the castle was sitting silently at the dining room table. He was staring down at the bowl before him, full of a soup that he didn’t feel particularly hungry for. He was not a man who felt guilt by any means, but to be blatantly called such a horrible person by this young lad was… well, it affected him more than he would imagine. He lifted his head up at the sound of the doors creaking open, revealing the beautiful picture that Travis painted as he stood there at the doorway.<br><br>“Don’t run.” He quickly spoke up, his baritone voice rumbling out slightly. Whether that might have been his normal voice or just an effect by his beastly nature… well, it was hard to tell. “… Please. Have a seat.” He requested. He might not have been so open to suggestion before, but Lumiere had convinced him.<br><br><em>Give him a chance. Be friendly, open yourself up... don't lose your temper, monsieur!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 04:45:10</strong>
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				"Oh..." Travis said awkward; pulling his lower lip into his mouth to chew at it uncertainly. What did you say to something like that. He reached out a hand; unsure of what he was even doing and patted the side of her large frame. "Well... We'll come up with one for you while I'm here." He promised her; trying to give her a big smile as if he had it all planned out. He pulled away and looked down at himself with his arms spread out and chuckled lightly. "I feel pretty." He agreed with her. But he wasn't sure if was the best. Maybe he was. But it was only becuase he was the only real person in this place. He was certain that if this castle were filled like most were with royalty; he would have just been one among many. Easily outshone. Just a pretty farm boy among many. How would he ever be able to compare to real royalty? Why did that even matter now? He should just take the compliment and go.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Maybe he was just buying time? He looked over his shoulder at her as he walked towards the door and then took in a deep breath to get a bit of courage. He felt as if as soon as he stepped out of the safety of this room the boogie man would get him. Normally he would have laughed that off. Things like that didn't exist after all. And neither did the master of this castle. But here he was in his situation; with a very real beast. So who knows? maybe the boogie man really DID exist?<br><br>Travis walked towards where he thought was the dining room; feeling as if things were watching him as he walked down the long hall. He could have sworn that he heard some creaking of metal; as if the very knights set up along the hall were watching him as he passed. But every time he turned around to see if it was real they looked as motionless as they were supposed to be. He gave a nervous laugh and turned back around; finally seeing a cozy looking door with the light of a fire shining through it. That must have been the dining room! He smiled; his spirits picking up slightly and pushed open the door. Trying to be as quiet as possible and looking over his shoulder the entire time, knowing that the beast could come rushing at him at any moment. <br><br>When the door was fully open and he walked in he saw him. The beast. Just sitting there. As if this was something normal; he looked so huge compared the chair that he sat in. Travis gasped and held onto the door, too afraid to bolt. He stared at the beast wide eyed and heart pounding in his chest. Almost certain that he could practically taste how nervous and how scared he was in this moment. He didn't have a door to protect him this time and Travis knew it.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Travis didn't want to eat with him, he didn't want to have anything to do with him. but he wasn't brave enough to say that on his own. With out his father to protect Travis had lost a lot of the gusto in him, so he did what the Beast asked him to and nodded his head. Visibly shaking as he walked towards the chair. Certain that this would be his last meal. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 06:14:08</strong>
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				What was he even supposed to say? Sorry for ruining your life and keeping you here, yet I can't tell you why? Sorry for kidnapping your father and dragging you into this mess? No, of course not. He couldn't say those things because he wasn't sorry for those. While his heart had been greatly warped due to his transformation and his years as a beast, he was still selfish in the aspect that he had to save himself and his servants. If that meant keeping Travis here for a prolonged period of time, even at the slim chance that he could garner a close friendship and perhaps more with him... well, he would take those chances.<br><br>The beast looked strangely frustrated and awkward as he sat there, something that didn't fit the persona of the great man. He didn't feel nervous at any point, so this was a strange new experience for him. Perhaps it was one that angered him, but he managed to keep that anger at bay. When Lumiere came out into the dining room with his companions carrying the food, the candelabra would flash a grin to Travis. "Bonjour, monsieur." He teased, hopping upon the table with the rest of them who were carrying the trays and whatnot. They didn't stay for long, rushing out of the room almost immediately after putting the food on the table. The beast at the end of the table was staring at the food before him for the longest time before the silence was broken.<br><br>"... Eat up. It'd be bad to let it go to waste." He cleared his throat, fumbling with the spoon that would be bringing the soup into his mouth. He wasn't used to using such utensils after so long. "... Are your accommodations adequate enough?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 23:06:05</strong>
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				Travis wouldn't have wanted to hear his apologies even if they had been offered up. Why would he? It would just make him angry to know that his captor was sorry for it; it would make him harder to hate and fear if he knew that he felt pity for him; felt real honest human emotions. Because then it wouldn't make him quite the monster he deemed him to be. Travis sat down and scooted the chair into the table; keeping his hands at his side. A little angry with Lumiere that he hadn't stopped him from coming in here. He didn't want to have anything to do with this monster!! He didn't want to get to know him! He should have just sat in his room and starved. <br><br>He looked over to Lumiere when he walked into the room; and when he flashed him a smile he gave him a frown. Feeling as if Lumiere had just betrayed him and fed him to the lions. Or lion rather. He looked at the other objects laying the food out before him and he had to admit it did look good... Though he didn't moved to touch it. He just stared at it. Having this intense and he would admit, insane, fear that it was poisoned. The fact that the Beast before him seemed to be staring at it too didn't help, as if he was just waiting for Travis to begin eating. <br><br>He looked up nervously when he started to talk. And watched him take the first bite of the food. He frowned a look of pity crossing his face if only for a moment as the Beast fumbled so awkwardly with the spoon. But he wouldn't say anything; afraid that he would make the beast embarrassed and elicit his anger once again. He took the spoon in his own at dipped it into his soup taking a much easier bite of it then the beast did. He almost wanted to tell him to eat how he normally did; what was the point in using spoons if he never did?<br><br>"Oh um... Yes. It's fine." He said averting his eyes, feeling a little out of place for a moment and then thinking that maybe he should try harder to hold a conversation with him. Who knows~ if he tried to be more open with the beast then maybe he would let him go home? "The um... The bed is very comfortable... It's larger then anything I've ever had... The whole room is just really, nice." Extravagant; elegant; extraordinary; it's amazing beyond words. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 13:19:01</strong>
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				He cast a frustrated glare at the spoon that was held within his large hand, not used to using such utensils. He carefully picked the bowl up and tilted it so he could drink from it as if it were a cup, lashing his tongue over his lips afterward to clean them of the soup. He listened silently to the boy's reply, happy that he had been able to provide him comfortable living space. he knew that the servants of the castle would do their best to keep him happy, so he didn't have to worry much about keeping him entertained or anything like that. Of course, with his original intentions, that was all he needed to be doing if it meant warming the boy's heart up to him.<br><br>"There is..." He cleared his throat, looking down. "... Nevermind." He wanted to at least surprise the boy and hopefully bring him joy rather than just flat out telling him about the library upon the upper floors. There was a long period of silence before he looked up, fixating the boy with a stare. "You'll like it here more than you'd imagine. I know it's hard but..." He grit his teeth, his hands curling into the armrests of the chair. "Just give it time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 09:52:09</strong>
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				Travis watched him while trying NOT to watch him as he picked up the bowl and just used it like a cup. It was interesting and honestly; Travis didn't mind it as much as he thought he would. He just sort of sat there and smiled; feeling a little more... at home? Yes that seemed to be the right thing. Don't get Travis wrong; he still hated the Beasts guts, but it was fun to watch him. He laughed lightly and looked away spooning some soup into his mouth with a smile. He kept his eyes averted though; knowing it was polite not to stare. And of course knowing that he probably wouldn't want him just stare outright either. It must be hard looking like that all of the time. <br><br>"I'm sure I will like it thank you." He said politely taking another bite of the soup. It was a really good soup; like wow really good. He hadn't had anything this good since his mother had been alive. He looked back up at him and noticed that the Beast was in fact staring at him and he suddenly felt self conscious. He put his spoon down and reached and put his hand to his hair; pushing it back even tough he already knew it was back. "How old are you?" Travis suddenly asked; not even thinking and looking at him curiously. Really wanting to know suddenly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 23:20:40</strong>
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				The massive beast would stare down to his soup, knowing that Travis was trying not to stare at him. He knew he was rather intimidating and whatnot, so he didn't really blame him all that much. Trying to imagine Travis being so accepting after all that the Beast had done so far... it was a fairy tale and he didn't imagine that he'd be so eager to jump up in joy at eating with him. The sudden question would alert the older man, making him lift his brow slightly. How old was he? He looked down at the soup and sipped a bit more of it before setting it down with a slight sigh. "I... hmm... was changed when I was twenty-three. It's been two years since then." He replied. No longer was he the handsome man that he was before, even if he did retain some of his qualities that could be considered beautiful. Well, his eyes were the same, at least. The darkest shade of blue were in those eyes, like pools of fresh water.<br><br>"What about yourself?" He looked up and over to the young man, his face looking stern, but still as gentle as he could try. He wasn't used to this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 20:29:16</strong>
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				He was only 25? Travis would have never have guessed that! He thought he would have been much MUCH older; weren't all monsters at least a hundred years old? He could have sworn it was a requirement or something! Wow... He'd been like this for two years? Travis couldn't imagine having to be stuck in a castle for two years with no interaction with the outside world. Other than for the talking objects around them. He supposed the beast was lucky that he hadn't gone mad. But that was no excuse for how much of an ass he was being!!!! Travis wasn't really sure if the Beast had any redeeming sort of qualities, or maybe he did... He was after all trying to make an effort to not make this the most uncomfortable thing ever after all.&nbsp; He put his hands under the table and started to smooth out his pants. He was just a little uncertain what to do with his hands at the moment. If they were going to be talking about one another he would rather not eat while he listened. <br><br>Travis lifted his eyes to the Beast when he asked him the same thing. "I'm 17." He said a little meekly. Hoping that the beast hadn't thought he was older; or younger. Or that he would be upset with him if he HAD been expecting something different. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 04:22:37</strong>
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				"Seventeen." He murmured silently to himself, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the bowl before him. He cleared his throat and shook his head, rising onto his feet slowly. A boy with a full future ahead of him. Perhaps it was not in his beastly nature to be so sympathetic. He would make his way toward the dining room doors and throw them open, making them hit the walls and surely shake the chandelier that hung above the two of them. He fixed a cold stare on Travis before he made a motion to the door. "Get out of here." He ordered simply, and with that, he simply stormed up the stairs into the west wing, doors being heard slamming behind the enormous beast as he ascended to his quarters.<br><br>Lumiere stared at the retreating master before making his way out from his hiding place, a frown on his face. "Master..." He murmured, astounded that such a thing had happened. Nevertheless, he sighed and looked to Travis, smiling. <br><br>"Don't sit here and be shocked. Just go before he changes his mind..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 01:23:00</strong>
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				((sorry for the delay; anatomy 2 punched me in the face a few times))<br><br>Travis watched him stand; not sure what to do. Looking around himself nervously, as if something was suddenly going to come crashing down on him. Why was he up all of a sudden? Had he thought he was older? Younger? Had he said something to offend the beast? He jumped and flinched when he heard the doors slam. Felt it in the air and the vibrations through the floor even as the doors bounced against the walls. He cringed as he heard something sound fragile fall to the floor and shatter. <br><br>He stayed there for a while in shock; staring at the empty place where the beast had been. Get out? Get out of where? Leave the castle? Leave the dining hall? When Lumiere started talking he turned to him with a slightly blank face. "I don't... I don't understand... Hadn't he just... Did he just set me free? Can I leave the castle and return to my father?" <br><br>He asked his chest swelling and hope filling his eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 04:20:27</strong>
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				Even Lumiere was surprised, for he didn't expect the master to let the boy go so easily. It was saying something about his thought process though, as it wasn't the best idea to keep someone here that didn't want to be here. The master could be assassinated or injured by Travis, even if Lumiere didn't put the idea onto the young man. He was just too kind. "It... seems so." He sighed, pressing his candles together and putting on as happy of a smile as he could. While Travis had his freedom, that couldn't be said for the servants in the castle. "Go on. Your father will be waiting on you eagerly. Take one of the horses from the castle and ride him back to your home. Send him back when you're there. He knows the way."<br><br>"Do come visit sometime at least, hm? It would be... unfortunate to not be able to know you for a longer period of time, monsieur." He would bow his head, that small candle taking up the hand of the young lad so he could kiss the back of his hand. "Take care." He chuckled, nudging the boy down the stairs and toward the double doors. <br><br>[ No problem, dear. ^^ Finals are killing me too, so my posts are gonna be a bit shorter. Studying has me wonky. xD ]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 18:23:34</strong>
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				Travis nodded his head slightly dazed though very energetic. He couldn't believe what was happening. Why was the beast just letting him go like this? He moved as if walking in a dream away from the table and started to take off towards the door. "T-Thank you Lumiere. I will." He stuttered loudly over his shoulder as he ran out of the door and up the stairs towards his own room; needing to grab his cloak to keep warm. He was in a hurry to get out of there but not in a hurry to get sick. He ran back down the stairs as if in lightning speed; not bothering to say good bye to the other members of the castle; he didn't want to risk the beast suddenly changing his mind and forcing him to stay. <br><br>Wrapping the cloak around him in a flourish he pressed onwards and out past the large doors and into the wind and blistering cold. He could see it had started to snow furiously while he'd been in the castle; he felt a chill wind blow past him; as if it was bitter and trying to freeze him to the bone. But Travis simply let his hair fall out of the pony tail he'd had it in to let it fall around his ears and keep his face warm. He trudged through the inches of snow getting closer and closer to the stables. Running through the doors and into the stable he picked out a big black beauty; saddling it quickly not noticing the brooms and shovels and other items cautiously inching towards him. He moved and jumped onto the horses back; urging him out of his stall and out of the door. <br><br>He looked around the snow still falling and was surprised to feel the horse tense underneath his body and bolt off and towards the woods; passing through the same gates that he'd come through only hours before. But that seemed so long ago; as if it had been days or months. The horse didn't falter as it ran through the woods; and Travis had to keep his head low to the ground to not be pushed off by the wind. But even through the wind in his ear; and the sound of the horses hooves; and his own breathing; he could hear the growls slowly getting louder and louder. Until finally one wolf appeared; and then another and another. They looked thin; like they hadn't eaten in a while; and that meant they would be more willing to fight a horse if they could get a good meal out of it. <br><br>Travis tried to pull the horse to go in a different direction; but it seemed hell bent on going the way it knew best. And soon they were surrounded by a giant wolf pack. He tried to pull his legs up and away from the side of the horse; but that proved impossible as one of the wolved lungged for the horses ankle. Finally making the horse aware of it's surroundings. It jumped up terrified; spinning and twirling and kicking. It was a miracle that Travis wasn't crushed against one of the many trees; but he was thrown off of the horse. He looked up at the horse and saw it wasn't running; his eyes filled with fear and pity as he realized that it had been trapped against one of the trees. <br><br>"No~" Travis breathed as more and more wolves seemed to appear as if out of nowhere and coming closer and closer to them. As if they knew they didn't need to rush or hurry; they knew that they had a sure meal. Travis looked around and saw a tree branch lying on the floor. So he lunged for it; swinging it with all of his might and smiling triumphantly as he heard a satisfying CRACK as it connected with the skull of one of the wolves. Except... There were at least ten other wolves... And he'd just splintered the only weapon it was that he had. <br><br>Oh god. He was going to die out here. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 14:15:59</strong>
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				Lumiere would hop toward the&nbsp; front door and stare out into the blizzard that Travis was running out into. He knew that the woods were terrible during the night, but it was the best opportunity for Travis to get away as long as the master had fixed his decision in his mind. He gave a slight wave as Travis bolted off with the horse, which seemed to know just where to go in this kind of weather. He could only hope that it turned out for the best, though… the master had let his only opportunity for their humanity to be regained to just run out of the mansion. Either they waited for another person to come by or Travis came back of his own will, though with the master’s attitude… well, that was a pipe dream.<br><br>---<br><br>The scent of wolves hit him like a ton of bricks, but this wasn’t the regular smell of wolves. No, these were ravenous wolves who were out on the prowl in the worst weather, hoping to warm themselves up with a nice meal. He had no idea why, but the feeling of something wrong would hit him a few minutes after Travis had left, coaxing him out of the estate and into the harsh blizzard. That ripped cape of his would whip about brutally in the wind as he walked through the snow, brushing aside branches and brush rather easily to follow the scent. There was a smell of panic coming from the horse nearby, which was probably what coaxed the master to rush through the snow at breakneck speeds to locate the animal.<br><br>Sure enough, those wolves were circling Travis like a piece of meat. The enormous beast narrowed his eyes, perhaps finding Travis to be a bit distrusting of him, but he wouldn’t let those damned animals hurt someone innocent. With a terrifying roar, the beast’s large hand swiped the wolf to the side, now fixating their attention on him instead of the vulnerable human close by. Even for a mighty, enormous beast such as himself, he still had to struggle against the multitude of wolves that were lunging at him. Both of the beast’s powerful arms were bitten into, yet he would swipe them to and fro and really knock some sense into the hungry animals. Blood splattered the snow from both parties as his own claws tore into the wolves, leaving some of them dead and some of them merely injured.<br><br>After holding his own for a good ten minutes, the wolves realized how fruitless their endeavor was. They whimpered and quickly hobbled off, the beast staring them dead in the eyes as they limped through the snow. As for himself, the pain finally began to settle in and caused him to sink forward into the snow, tattered clothing ripped and beaten up rather badly. He sank into the white fluff, body loosening as he slowly fell unconscious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 06:28:04</strong>
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				Travis wasn't sure what scared him most; the roar that came from the beast; or the wolves that still looked as if they wanted to tear into his flesh and bones. Maybe it was one; maybe it was the other; maybe it was both; but as the Beast began to fight off the wolves Travis became more concerned with what would become of the beast. He moved towards the horse now; trying to pull the horse back down the ground and comfort it. Shhshing it and petting it's neck. Even it seemed to realize that the beast was here and things would be alright. At one point Travis wasn't so sure. He'd seen the blood fly as the beast fought on to ward off the wolves. Not that he would rush forward anytime soon. He was too amazed to watch the whole thing go on. too&nbsp; much in shock and awe that this 'Monster' as he'd believed him to be had run back for him; and tried to save him. WAS saving him. He gave a cheer when the last of the wolves ran off, and tried to not look at the dead ones lying in the snow with steam coming off of their dead and bleeding bodies. <br><br>He looked at beast with clear amazement in his eye; until he watched him fall into the snow; his whole body just sinking into the blood stained white. Travis rushed forward after a moments hesitation; he couldn't just LEAVE him there. That would have been awful. Travis would have hated himself. No. You don't just leave the person that had risked their life to rescue you. He took off the cloak that he'd had on and laid it over the beast doing his best to lift him up and needing to do a few tries before he had him on his back. Luckily for him; the horse seemed to understand what it was that he was trying to do and lowered itself onto its knees to make it easier for Travis to lay him across the Horse's back. <br><br>He looked down at the snow that the beast had been laying in. And shuddered at the amount of blood that he saw there. Oh god. Would he even be able to make it back to the castle in time? Travis pushed the beast forward a bit and then got on behind him before riding back to the castle. Trying to keep a good hold on both the horse and the beast. When they finally made it through the castle doors. "HELP" He cried out. terror clear in his voice and in his eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 00:49:16</strong>
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				The beast didn't know when he had gotten back to the castle, or even how he had. He was laying silently within the massive bed within his own quarters with some of the servants tending to him when he needed it. Of course, he was unconscious for quite some time, a few days in fact. When he did awaken, those blue eyes looked all around him and fixated on Lumiere at the edge of the bed. The candelabra was reading silently to himself, though the eyes on him made him look up and grin. "Master! You're awake!" He laughed and hopped up to him. The blankets were resting over the beast's waist, revealing the bulky upper frame that was bandaged all over from his wounds. "What a relief... we thought you'd have lost too much blood."<br><br>"I'm fine." He grunted, slowly easing himself out of bed. He was sore, but at least no bones were broken. He rested one hand upon the wall, thankful that he had his balance. Taking a glance downward, he also realized that he was thankful that his pants had been left on as well. "Is he..."<br><br>"Travis is just fine, master. He's stayed here to make sure that you're okay before he goes home. You did a really wonderful thing for that boy." Lumiere grinned. "Come on. He should be in his room right now." While the beast didn't show emotions other than rage well, the candelabra knew that he wanted to make sure that Travis was okay. They both made their way to the young man's quarters that had been given to him, Lumiere slowly easing the door open when they arrived. "Travis?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 09:40:11</strong>
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				Travis wasn't sure why he was staying here still. He'd been given his freedom; he'd been told he could leave. All he had to do was walk out those doors and he'd be free to take care of his father. To go back to his normal; every day life. To act as though this fairy tale that he was in wasn't real; as if it had all been a dream. But as the hours had turned to a day turned to a night turned to a few days and nights; Travis had realized maybe he didn't want this to be over so fast? The Beast wasn't so bad after all. He'd come and rescued him hadn't he? After he'd run away like that... Sure he had captured his father; but he'd also been kind enough to let him go. Even if he was the prisoner in return. There was a funny thought. Was Travis still a prisoner here? When the beast came to his senses would he forget that he'd ever told him he could leave? Would Travis go back to being his glorified house guest? Would the beast be angry with him for getting him hurt? For putting himself in danger? Or would he act differently towards him now? <br><br>All these thoughts were swirling through his head as he sat in a high backed plush chair in his room. A book in his lap opened to some page long forgotten. Too distracted to read or really focus on any one thing for too long of a period of time. He was shocked out of his thoughts when he heard his name; but not the sound of the door opening. He turned to it and smiled lightly; standing up and setting the book down; still keeping it open to the page he'd been stuck on for a while. He'd get back to it eventually he was certain. <br><br>"Bonjour Lumiere!" He chirped brightly to his glowing friend; not having seen Beast yet. "How is he~" And then he saw the beast&nbsp; come in; his upper body bandaged and his lower body... still in pants thankfully. His bright look darkened as he looked him over and he walked forward slowly; as if he was afraid that he might spook the beast away. Like he was some sort of easily frightened animal. Or maybe it was becuase Travis was still fearful and uncertain of what was going to happen next. "You shouldn't be up yet." He said firmly to him taking a few more steps and reaching out somewhat cautiously to take a hold of his hand. He began to tug him gently to his own bed. "Come on; you should sit down. You might hurt yourslef if you're up for too long. Can I get you anything?" He asked trying to be as gentle as possible. <br><br>Once when Travis had been a child and afraid of rats; a dog that had once bitten him and who he was deathly afraid of killed a rat for him right in front of his eyes. After that moment the dog had been a hero in his eyes. This was somewhat like that. Although the Beast could talk back and he'd killed more then just rat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 16:06:16</strong>
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				"I'll be fine," the beast assured firmly, though Travis was only trying to be helpful since he was injured. He let out a defeated sigh as that small hand took hold of his much bigger one in order to lead him to the bed and ease him down onto it. Even being the powerful being that he was, the beast couldn't prevent himself from wincing as he sat down, a bit of pain shooting through his abdomen at a few of the gashes that lay over it. Lumiere put on a happy grin and gave a nod to the two. "I'll go get some fresh bandages and some medicine to put on his wounds," he affirmed before leaping out of the room, hopping his way to the lower floors.<br><br>"... Are you all right?" The beast questioned softly as Travis eased himself down and was still holding his large hand. He knew that his temper had probably warned the boy away from him already, but he didn't want to let anything happen to a boy that hadn't done anything wrong. Those wolves wouldn't be bothering the young man anymore in fear of being attacked by that monstrous beast of the castle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 21:01:34</strong>
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				It was a little unnerving to see how big the beast was in comparison to himself; his own hand could have easily been crushed in the beasts much larger pawed one. He looked up at him and really looked at him, not just a nervous glance but an honest to goodness stare. He wasn't sure what to do in that moment as he stared up at the beast. Their hands still touching and him sitting almost too close to him. He saw the slight wince in his eyes and heard the way his breathing changed as he sat down. He ignored Lumiere when he announced that he would be going out to get new bandages. He was too concerned for the Beast. <br><br>They were both at fault for this happening. But Travis couldn't help but feel as if all of the blame could have been placed squarely on his shoulders. He was just happy that the Beast didn't seem to be too angry with him. He looked away a little when he asked if he was alright. This too made him feel guilty. "I don't have a scratch on me." He informed him his small hand squeezing the beast's larger one once he said. "Why did you come and save my life?" He asked curiously; his eyes lifting back up to him wanting to know the reason. <br><br>He'd told him to leave. Practically torn his room apart when he had; they all had heard it. So why had he come to his rescue? It just didn't make sense. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 18:08:19</strong>
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				The beast wasn't used to the close vicinity of another, as it had been so long since his previous life had been ripped away from him. His eyes were focused on the ground below as he sat there on the bed, hand still holding onto Travis' own so tenderly. He gave it a light squeeze, being careful not to hurt the young man that he had a hold of. "Because..." He grumbled, looking to the window and huffing. "Look, I don't need a reason, understand? I just did it because I wanted to." He wanted to prevent the younger man from seeing a softer side to him, as revealing that sort of thing could only be detrimental if the boy still had plans on returning home.<br><br>"At least nothing hurt you." He mumbled, looking back down to Travis and giving a light nod of his head. "I'm... glad." He put on as much of a smile as he could, wincing a bit as a pain shot through his side.<br><br>"Nggh..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 07:15:10</strong>
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				Travis didn't mind the squeeze; still he looked over the beasts form again to take in all the damage that had been done to him and he couldn't help but notice just how big the beast really was. And yet still how soft his fur was... He frowned when he got a little bit of an attitude with him and he pulled his hand away. "You don't have to be so mean about it. It was just a question." He told him in a clearly agitated tone of voice. He felt a pang of guilt go through him through when he heard the pained sound escape from the beasts mouth. He sighed and stood up taking hold of the beast and shaking his head. <br><br>"Let me take a look at these? I'm sorry~ But you know... That's what you get for being mean to me. Karma got you." Travis teased him. Though it may not have been all teasing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 07:28:42</strong>
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				The beast was a rather handsome individual even when he was turned into this form. He had been quite the catch when he had been a human, and had there been another of his kind out there, he would be the prime example and choice to pick for a husband or something of that sort. Right. As if the beast had any interest in that sort of thing. No, he had to find love with a human who would love him despite his appearance and love him for his personality instead. "Hmph." He looked down at his bandaged body and nodded slightly. Lumiere returned at that moment with the bandages and the salves that would be applied to his body to help heal the wounds a bit faster. Lumiere left Travis to tend to the beast, as Travis had been the only one with hands that could bandage the beast up when he had been brought back to the castle.<br><br>The beast leaned his body forward and reached for one of the bandages, snipping it so it fell from around his stomach. He used his claws to cut through the bandages on his torso to make room for the new ones. "All right."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 08:17:42</strong>
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				Travis smiled down at Lumier when he came back with all of the things that he would need. He set them on a table and moved it closer to the beast watching him snip away the bandages. He watched it fall away slice by slice and he couldn't help but notice the muscles that were apparent underneath the shorter fur along his torso. It was... interesting to say the least. Travis felt a small blush spread across his face and he quickly gave himself a mental shake and turned to the task at hand. He reached out for the old bandages and moved them away; tossing them to the floor before going to his knees to inspect the injuries and make sure that they weren't getting infected that they were healing propperly. <br><br>He didn't like the way the fur was matted around it. He reached over to the water and wrung out one of the cloths bringing it back and adding a bit of soap with every intention of cleaning it out. "Alright... This might hurt a little..." He warned before gingerly placing the cloth to his stomach and attempting to wipe away some of the stuff in his fur.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 08:33:16</strong>
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				The large beast would rest his hands upon his thighs and remain silent as Travis set about washing him as well, something that he didn't expect the younger man to want to do. Nevertheless, he wasn't one to refuse such a gesture since he knew that it would make the whole task of disinfecting and bandaging his wounds a lot easier. "Nnggh!" He growled sharply as he felt the cloth being placed against his stomach, a mixture of pain from his open wound and his bruised ribs being the cause of such a sound. Nevertheless, he grit his teeth and pushed through the pain until his body was cleaned nicely and the other was beginning to work on bandaging him up now.<br><br>"... Thank you. I didn't figure you'd even be here when I woke up." He admitted, staring down at the small man on his knees that was wrapping his midsection up in bandages to keep his ribs and his wounds from bleeding.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 09:01:04</strong>
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				Travis winced when he heard his growl and felt his body stiffen as soon as he touched him. He clammed up and pulled his hand away looking up to see the beast trying to restrain himself. He pulled his lower lip into his mouth and chewed on it a little. "I'm sorry... I'll try not to press as hard." He told him dipping the clothe back into the bowl and bringing it back up to wash him away. More squeezing the wash clothe of it's water to let it run through his fur then actually pressing against him. He continued to wash it; cleaning his fur completely before grabbing for a dry towel to gently pat him with. Making sure not to press too hard. Not wanting to put him anymore pain than he already was. <br><br>"How could I leave? After you saved me life." He asked lifting his head to look up at him as he wrapped the bandages around having already added the medicines and salves. "Besides... I mean... It's not like I want to see you dead or anything... and I wanted to make sure that you were going to be alright. I was afraid at one point... That you might not make it through the night." He added on looking away and adding on another layer of bandages after this one had finished. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 21:55:35</strong>
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				The man sighed silently to himself as the younger would start to wrap up his wounds with the bandages, doubling up on them so he didn't put too much movement on his ribs. "... Well thank you." He mumbled slightly, his hand rubbing slowly at the back of his head. He hadn't ever had anyone care for him in such a manner before, even if it was just to see him make it through the night. When the other was finished, he pat his stomach slightly and put on a slight smile, as much of one as he could. He just wasn't used to the look on his face, so it looked a bit forced or perhaps weak.<br><br>"I'd offer you to go home again, but I'd rather escort you there myself next time. To make sure wolves don't attack." He explained, crossing his large arms over his chest and nodding. "If you wouldn't mind staying here a bit longer while I recover, I mean."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 02:19:22</strong>
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				Tavis nodded his head as he pulled together all of the supplies just to tidy it up. "No problem I'm sure you would have done the same thing for me." He was certain of it actually. He'd risked his life to save him from wolves; if he had been the one in pain he was fairly sure that the beast would have tended to his wounds as well. He smiled as he reached up his arms behind his head and stretched out his body with a satisfying popping sound. Oh yes~ that felt good. And even though he could tell the Beast was out of practice when it came to his smiles; he would admit that the smile didn't look too terribly bad on him. "You should smile more often~ It's good for your health." He said with the smile still on his own face as he turned his attention fully onto the beast again. <br><br>"I understand. I wouldn't want to leave just yet anyways. You're in no condition to not have someone at least half of your size here to make sure something terrible doesn't happen." He told him honestly. Travis was a caring soul; he couldn't imagine how awful he would feel if something bad happened to the beast becuase of him. He reached out his hand again and took a hold of the beasts arm making sure not to touch any spots that might have been soar or to pull on him either. "Come one.... You must be starving."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 03:20:24</strong>
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				The immense beast blinked and looked down at the hand that was resting against his arm, and this time it was not a fearful touch or anything like that. The young man seemed earnestly concerned with him and it brought a warmth to his heart that he didn't really expect to find there anymore. "... Right." He murmured, rising onto his feet carefully and curling his arm slightly so the other's arm was looped through his much bigger one. He made his way down the stairs carefully, his tail swishing behind him much like a dog that was happy. As they stepped into the dining room, the beast eased himself into his chair at the end of the table and grunted briefly in pain.<br><br>"Lumiere," he called out, deep voice rumbling in the room. The candelabra hopped his way closer to the chair and looked up expectantly.<br><br>"Some food, please," he requested, looking down and nodding, "for Travis as well."<br><br>"Right away, sir," Lumiere grinned, rushing off to get some food prepared. "Just relax while we get to work!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 06:08:45</strong>
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				Travis didn't notice the tail swishing as they descended down the flight of stairs. He instead focused on the movements of the Beast; making sure that they took the stairs slowly. That he was comfortable. That nothing was paining him too much and he was happy to see that the Beast seemed to be alright. As much as alright could be when you'd just gotten through with a fight with a pack of wolves. As they descended the last step and were now on even ground Travis almost gave a small giggle of delight; still holding onto him as they walked towards where the dining room was. The second night that he'd been here the servants had put on a little show for him; and now he couldn't help but walk in with a slight wonder twinkling in his eyes. <br><br>He gave a small pout when the beast sat down and it was obvious that he was in pain. He stood there for a moment; not sure if he should say sorry or not so instead he just sat down and looked at the Beast uncertainly. There were questions he wanted to ask of course... But he knew better. Such as why was he trapped in this form? What had he done? Had he angered a wizard? A witch? Or was it a curse from a wicked step mother? Maybe his parents had angered an Enchantress by not inviting her to the christening. That was usually the reason that someone got cursed in all the old story books. It only made sense that one of those must have been the reason as well. <br><br>He laid his head down on the table; his arms outstretched and bent underneath him as he looked up at the beast curiously. There had been a few parts of him that he hadn't seen. Such as what lay beneath those pants. And he couldn't help but wonder if there was fur covering his whole body; and how much of him that spell had affected. If it was a spell at all. <br><br>After all. Now that his worries and fears for the beast were over; he could now be curious about him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 07:23:59</strong>
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				The big beast would sigh softly to himself as he leaned his head back, his body doing its best to relax despite the soreness of his wounded frame. He knew that the other would be concerned for him, but the beast was far too proud to start complaining about how much he hurt. He had his dignity left, after all. He crossed his big arms over his chest and lifted a brow as he felt those eyes locked onto him from the young man that sat rather close to him at the table. "... What? Something on my face or something?" He reached up and swiped at his own cheek, huffing a bit. He wasn't used to being stared at like this, as no human had ever come in. All the servants were in just a bad position as the beast was, so they were not surprised with his form that he had taken.<br><br>Lumiere would take longer to make the meal, so the two of them were left alone in the dining room for now. "... You have questions, I guess." He would assume that, seeing that the young man's eyes were so wide with confusion and question as they stared at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 08:00:54</strong>
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				Travis sat up straight when he asked him if he had questions. Was he really that see through? "No there's nothing on your cheek... sorry it's just... I've never seen someone under an enchantment before... That is what this is right? I mean... You weren't born that way were you?" He asked his eyes shining with curiosity. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 08:20:05</strong>
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				The beast blinked and cleared his throat as the other questioned him on his birth and how he had particularly turned into this sort of form. "No. I wasn't born this way." He sighed and moved his fingers up to slowly rub at the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on from just having to talk about it. "I was a selfish fool and I got myself in this predicament. I was cursed." He turned a gaze at him and shook his head. "It's... my fault that I'm this way."<br><br>Lumiere would come in with a few plates of appetizers, frowning slightly as he heard what he said. "Yet you regret what happened, master. Do not feel so guilty. You still have time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 09:35:23</strong>
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				Travis frowned at the way that he was rubbing his nose. He'd seen others do that when talking with him; usually when he asked them something that they didn't want to talk about. Or if he became a little annoying so he just gave a small 'oh.' and nodded his head. Craning his neck to look for Lumier as he walked into the room. He stood up to help with the dishes. He wasn't royalty after all! It just felt weird to have people serve him like they were. Not that he didn't like it of course. Just... He didn't want to feel special; he just wanted to feel normal. If all of the servants there had been human he would have just been like one of them. "I'm sorry for bringing it up." He added as he set the plate down in front of him; having heard Lumiere say something about it as well. <br><br>Well obviously he regretted what ever it was that he'd done. Who wouldn't? Travis wasn't one to care much about looks but honestly; even he would be angry with being in the Beasts situation. Never able to leave. Always having to hide. He'd be an ass hole too if something like that had happened to him and it had been all his fault. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 17:12:55</strong>
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				Lumiere would smile warmly and hop back off to leave the two of them alone while the main dishes were prepared for them. The beast would shake his head slowly and grunt, his arms crossed tightly over his wide chest. "Don't apologize. It's not your fault. I'd imagine that you'd get curious enough to want to know at some point anyway." He would pop his neck slightly before sitting up. "I was a selfish fool back when I was a human. At one of the celebratory balls, an old woman came to my door and asked for some food. I was ignorant enough to turn her away just by the look of her, but she cursed me and this entire castle because of my selfishness." He would take it back in a second if he was allowed, for being in this state taught him how it felt to be a freak. <br><br>"Here I am. I can only change back if I find someone to truly love me before the last rose petal of the rose in my room falls."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 21:58:56</strong>
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				Travis listened with obvious interest; leaning on his hands as he watched the beast tell the story; at least part of the story. Didn't the beast know better then to turn someone away based on their looks? That was something every good parent taught their children. Beauty is only skin deep. Looks fade! All those sorts of things... Or maybe the Beast just never listened? Maybe he didn't believe him? Travis had definitely met a few girls and boys that didn't believe that. They were usually spoiled and it didn't seem that much of a stretch to him that the Beast had been spoiled as well. Probably an only child or something. <br><br>He nodded his head when he said something about only being able to change back with true love. That made sense... That's how all the story's ended. But he wondered if the Beast would be able to find a true love? Did he expect Travis to love him? Was he even interested in men? He blushed a little and looked away from the beast picking up a fork and began to pick and eat at the appetizers. "I hope you find her soon." He said; using that to test and see. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 02:55:01</strong>
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				"Hm. I can't be picky with who I find, really. I suppose that's why I brought you here in the first place. Not to keep you as a slave or anything like that, but... on the off chance that you would find me worth talking to and spending time with. I screwed that up on my own though, didn't I?" He grinned, as much as he could in this bestial form of his. His powerful arms tightened over his chest until the candelabra came out with more food for the two of them, giving them quite a nice feast to eat on while they spoke. The beast bowed his head thankfully and looked down at his food for a moment before speaking up again.<br><br>"I... never had the opportunity to ask about you." He spoke up, not knowing how to start out a conversation like this. "How old you are, where you live, what you like to do... all that sort of stuff."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 01:33:09</strong>
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				Travis got a little uneasy when he said that... It wasn't becuase of the fact that he was a man and the idea of being with another man was odd for him; he'd thought about it far more then once. But the idea that he might be someones only hope of ever being normal and human again was a little overwhelming. "I'm still here aren't I?" He asked though it wasn't really a question; raising his eyes to look into the beasts. Really look into them. He had very lovely eyes. Had he thought that already? <br><br>No matter he quickly got up and helped Lumiere with the rest of the food; setting it out over the table as well. He sat back down and gave a moment of his time to prayer; thanking the good lord for the meal before looking up at him as he was about to begin eating. "Oh... I'm 19." He repeated. He probably didn't remember him saying that earlier... He'd gotten rather hurt right after wards. "I live in a small town... It's a quiet village really. But really boring... Every day is just like the one before. It's peaceful though and I can't say that I hate it. The older women of the town think I'm just adorable, but everyone else just makes me feel odd." He shrugged trying to laugh it off. Even going so far as to give a small chuckle. "But I love to read; and to write; and to dance. But mostly; I love to read."Some days he would just spend hours out in the fields lying in the sun and reading. "What about you?" He asked curiously as he took a spoonful of soup.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 04:58:38</strong>
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				A love of reading... he would have to remember that for later, for the big beast knew just how to put on a smile on the young man's face. He would continue eating his food as best as he could, using the spoon despite it being much smaller than his large hand. He listened to what the boy had to say, completely attentive on what the other had to say. "That's quite intriguing indeed. Though I suppose this will be a story that you can tell to your children and grandchildren later on, or perhaps you can write your own books about this situation." He chuckled, not putting his hopes on the boy staying with him just yet.<br><br>"I am a prince of this castle. Waiting to take the line of the king when I was transformed." He explained, his strong arms crossing over his chest. "I enjoy... well, just about anything. Living in a castle like this for so long gives you few options to entertain yourself. I was quite an expert at cards when I was a human. I adore reading myself." He chuckled, shrugging those broad shoulders. "Training with a sword as well. When I was a human. I don't have much need for one when I've got these claws now." He flexed his fingers, the claws extending and showing how deadly they were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 06:10:36</strong>
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				Travis felt a little bad making him feel like he had to eat with that spoon... Maybe if they got a bigger one? Like a serving spoon. Since right now it just looked to him like the beast was trying to eat with a baby's first spoon. Travis didn't say anything just yet though, perhaps he would tell Lumiere? for right now he would just sit and listen. He laughed a cute little laugh when he suggested he might be able to write a book about all of this some day. Maybe he would. Call it Beauty and the Beast. Though that was of course thinking highly of himself. maybe name it normal and the beast? He smiled wide at that idea; he would have laughed outright but he'd just taken a sip of something. <br><br>"What happened to your kingdom?" He asked curiously lifting his head to look at him again; wiping at his mouth with a napkin delicately. "Didn't people come looking for you? Or are&nbsp; you like; shrouded? Did the one who did this to you make people forget about your castle or something?" He asked curiously his head whirling with ideas and questions. Though his eyes got a bit wider when the Beast extended his claws like that. Oh god that was slightly terrifying. "I've never really learned to play cards." He said a little nervous; more becuase wow were those claws sharp. Not becuase he thought he would actually hurt him. "My mother looked down on it. But I've always wanted to learn."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 16:46:49</strong>
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				The beast took heavy bites of the food with his spoon, just managing to pile as much of the food that he could onto the spoon with each bite. "We're pretty secluded. We weren't a huge kingdom, but by the time that people did know of us, the curse had already been set in. Plus... who in their right mind would necessarily want to come through those scary woods to get to a place like this?" He chuckled gently, quite aware that the castle had its spooky factor about it with how it was always dark and gray. Nevertheless, the people inside were not so bad once you became acquainted with them.<br><br>"I would... like to apologize." He explained, looking at his food. "And it is not customary for me to do such a thing, but... I do feel regretful for terrifying you so much when you first arrived. I've learned to control my temper a bit with you around, so. I will keep working on it." He looked across the table, a slight, handsome smile on the big beast's face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 21:31:05</strong>
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				All that Travis could think as he listened to the story was how lonely the beast must have become. And he was slowly being filled with a sense of pity for him; wanting to be able to comfort him in some small way if he could.&nbsp; He definitely did agree with him that this place was scary. Especially on a dark night or when you're in search of your missing father. But now that he was used to it. It wasn't so bad. The place was almost... beautiful. In a grotesque sort of a way. Though he had found places that lacked a terrifying sculpture; and instead had a rather bright corner of it. Almost uplifting. As if it was hiding away from the darkness. <br><br>He looked up when the beast apologized to him. A little upset that he hadn't apologized for having torn him away from his father either. Though now that he'd explained it all to him. He supposed he understood why he had to do it. And it was a little easier to deal with the fact after having been given a reason. And that smile~ Travis wasn't one to be won over so easily. And earlier those teeth would have terrified him! But now; it wasn't as bad. He gave a small bashful smile at it and looked away blushing slightly. <br><br>"It's ok~ I appreciate it." He told him taking another sip of his drink; trying to hide the blush behind something. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 04:03:35</strong>
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				“Good.” He chuckled and looked down at his meal. It was only a short time of eating before he was finished, dabbing at his lips lightly. The beast would glance outside at the falling snow, blue orbs glimmering slightly while he rose upon his feet. “Come.” He put on as much of a smile as he could and held his large hand out to him. “I want to show you the view from the balcony here. It’s a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” He offered, taking hold of Travis’ hand and leading him toward the balcony. He opened the doors and stepped out, gazing out over the gorgeous, snow-covered landscape. The forest was coated in a nice sheet of snow and the mountains were quite gorgeous, standing out in the moonlight.<br><br>He had his large arm resting around the boy’s small shoulders as he stood there, the wind not bothering him since he had the nice coat of fur to keep him warm. “Look. I… used to always sneak away from those dances and balls that my parents held to come out here and watch the sunset. Or even just look at how wonderful this is.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 08:52:45</strong>
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				Travis didn't eat a lot out of habit. His family wasn't poor; but he wasn't well to do either. You made do with little. Not that he ever really went with out. So all of this rich food was still new to him and he didn't really eat as much as he could have. So he just poked at his food after a while; really drinking more then he did eat. Though the food in his stomach helped him from being affected by the wine. So when the beast was done he easily moved from his seat with the grace of a dancer and moved to his side. Holding out his hand to take his own and follow him out and onto the balcony. <br><br>When they stepped outside the first thing that Travis noticed was the chill; the second was the eerie white glow that reflected off of the snow covered trees and into the night sky. It was gorgeous. He rather liked being up this high; able to see it all. He leaned into the Beast; actually thankful for the arm around his shoulder. Hiding against him from the wind. <br><br>"I would have loved to grown up with a view like that." He whispered resting his head against his side. Still careful of his wounds and bandages. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 16:00:54</strong>
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				Ah, it had been such a long time since he'd been this close to anyone... he found that it was a strange sensation to have the other leaning so comfortably into his side, half for comfort and half for shielding himself from the harsh winds. Luckily the wounds and bruises weren't so tender at the moment, so he didn't mind it as the other's head leaned against his powerful side. "Yes, well. I wish you would have as well." He chuckled, looking out over the gorgeous landscape and shaking his head gently. "I'm sure it will change if... if and when I change back. Snow won't come as often, so it won't be like this for very long." He grinned, looking down to Travis with a warm, genuine smile.<br><br>"Well, it's... getting a bit late. I do expect that you're rather tired after having to tend to me for so long." He let out a light chuckle, his arm curling him closer to his side to keep him warm in the cold air.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 02:24:30</strong>
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				Travis wasn't really tired. He'd gotten plenty of rest while he was here; and the Beast hadn't been too much to care for. He still had the help of all of the servants after all. It hadn't been so bad. He looked up at the Beast and gave a small smile at him and the fact that his arm was pulling him in just that much closer despite his words. He wrapped his arms around his body though; it was getting colder. "Yes. I think that might be for the best." He said slowly; obvious that he didn't want to go inside just yet. It was beautiful out here and if he had been wearing something heavier he knew he would have stayed out longer. <br><br>"But you should get your rest Beast. You need to be able to heal. And you can't do that moving around and agitating the injury!" He scolded him much like a mother might. He'd had to use that sort of tone with his father before; when ever he was having a bad bout of his insanity. Though this time his voice held none of that tone; more playful. Joking. It was nice to be around someone he could joke with. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 15:20:13</strong>
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				The big beast chuckled as he felt the small arms coming around his bulky frame as much as possible, in a mixture of a hug and a desire to get warmer by the looks of it. He held him tighter to his body and stroked along his back lovingly while he watched the snow fall down on the mountaintops and treetops in the distance. "Mmm?" he looked down, one eyebrow lifted in curiosity as the young boy had the demeanor and persona of a mother, chiding him to get the proper rest that he needed so he didn't end up getting hurt even more.<br><br>"I suppose you're right. You did work rather hard to stitch me up and bandage my wounds, after all." He grinned, looking down at his bare torso and the bandages that were wrapped around them. "All right. Back inside and I'll head to my room, then. If it makes you feel better."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 23:23:16</strong>
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				Travis was more then a little nervous at the claws rubbing at his back; it felt good but one bad press and it would more than likely scratch his back to ribbons. He trusted the beast not to, and that was the only reason why he was still close to him. When he talked about going back inside he nodded reluctantly pulling away and leading him back into the area where they had just dined. <br><br>Holding onto his arm still wanting that warmth that his fur had to offer until they were inside and away from the chill. "Would you like to walk me to my room?" He asked shyly; not quite able to lift his head up and look at him as he did so. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 14:42:00</strong>
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				The beast had never had someone who wanted to be so close to him before, nestling into his side to get that warmth that radiated from his bulky, powerful body. "U-Uhm... of course. That would be... my honor." The reality was that the beast was a rather unsure and shy individual when it came to being given such prospects, but he knew nothing serious would come of it. He only smiled as he lead the other out of the dining room and up to his bedroom, the lightning outside lighting up the hallway while they walked through the corridor. "Thank you again for bandaging me and taking care of me. I don't know how I can repay you." He shook his head as he stopped at the young man's door, craning his neck downward to look at the gorgeous young man.<br><br>He took hold of his hand within his much bigger one, lifting it up slightly to press a soft, tender kiss to the back of it. "I owe you a lot."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 18:03:40</strong>
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				Travis didn't think too much about offering for him to escort him up to his room. He was a good boy after all; and the Beast had already been in there once before. As they walked up the steps, him taking them slowly so as to not to hurt the beast. He mused to himself how less than a week ago he'd been terrified of the beast; even hated him. It was a wonder what a little nursing back to health could do for a relationship. He marveled still at the lights that magically lit themselves; before stopping in front of his room. He looked up at the beast now; god he was so giant. "It was the right thing to do Beast. You don't have to thank me." He told him with a genuine sincerity. <br><br>Travis had to stand up a little higher when he lifted his arm up and when he kissed his hand the other one went up to his face; trying to cover himself he was blushing so terribly. "N-n-no problem." He stuttered out feeling beyond embarrassed. "Are you going to be alright tonight?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 23:55:18</strong>
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				The beast chuckled lightly as he looked down at the much smaller man with a light smile on his face. "I think I can manage well enough. You don't have to worry." He assured, giving his small hand a soft squeeze. "If you do need me, you know where to find me. And I won't turn you away or keep you out this time." His room was a sacred place because of the rose inside, but he trusted Travis enough to come into it if he needed to.<br><br>"Sleep well, Travis." He bowed his head and turned, his cape swishing behind him while he made his way toward his bedroom, planning on getting some well-needed rest. After a long soak in the bath, of course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 09:07:07</strong>
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				When the beast bade Travis good night he closed the door and smiled leaning against it for a moment. Taking his hand up to his lips and pressing them against the back of it where the beast had kissed him recalling the feel of it. The caress of his fur against his hand as well as his lips. His fur was incredibly silky soft.. He wondered how he kept it so nice. Ugh! stop those thoughts~ He shook his head and pushed off of the door. Feeling childish for having such... well childish thoughts. It made him feel rather silly to be forming something of a crush on the beast.&nbsp; He hardly knew the man after all!<br><br>But when did that ever stop a person from thinking such things?<br><br>Still. There was very little point in them and he tried to push them to the back of his mind as he moved across the bedroom to a steaming tub of water. Well that was nice of the servants to draw him a bath. Still unsure of what exactly was and was not alive in his room he gave a general "Thank you." Undressing quickly to slip into the hot bath water with a relaxed sigh. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 16:10:08</strong>
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				The beast himself enjoyed a drawn bath as well, soaking in it for a good twenty or so minutes and getting every inch of his body clean. He garbed himself in a pair of his pants and slipped into his bed, enjoying the silk covers that came up to his stomach and didn't do much else to cover the rest of his torso. The man was a big individual, after all. He let out a wide yawn and rested one arm behind his head, the other draped over his exposed, hard stomach until he finally drifted off to sleep rather peacefully.<br><br>When he awoke in the morning, the beast would stretch his aching muscles and rise onto his feet, making his way to Travis' room. He was quiet as he moved since he didn't want to wake him, so he just gently nudged the door open to see if the young beauty was still slumbering.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 03:08:27</strong>
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				Travis had soaked for what felt like hours in the tub with a happy little smile on his face as he did so. He loved hot baths and it was so rare when he was at home to be able to enjoy them. And when he was finally all wrinkled and pruney he got out of the tub and dried off not bothering with clothes. Not wanting to feel anything against his skin other then the silk of the sheets. He'd never owned anything near as nice and he just wanted to be able to appreciate it fully. <br><br>Crawling into bed between the comforter and sheets he laid his head against a pillow that probably cost more then anything he'd ever worn and closed his weary eyes. A smile on his lips thinking that he'd honestly had a nice time with the Beast tonight. Snuggling in deeper into the bed he fell soundly asleep.<br><br><br>When the Beast entered his room he was still asleep; sound asleep and talking to himself, more mumbling then anything really. Soft things; but one thing was certain; he was saying the beasts name and asking for something as he did so, tossing around in his bed in a slightly disturbed way; as if he was trying to move around in a dream. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 07:37:00</strong>
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				The large beast was rather surprised that Travis wanted to sleep in so late, but he did know that breakfast was being prepared and Travis wouldn't do well on an empty stomach. "Travis." The big man mumbled, warm voice rumbling as he knelt down beside the bed. His wounds still ached a bit so it made him grit his teeth, though he would lay one massive hand upon the curvy side of the lovely young beauty. "Travis, wake up... food's being prepared for us and I don't think you want to go through the day without something in your belly, do you?" He chided teasingly. The soft mumbling would catch his ear and he would lean forward lightly, ears listening intently and able to pick up his name being spoken. Well, not his real name, but the simple term of Beast that the young lad had grown used to calling him.<br><br>"Travis...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 06:41:04</strong>
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				Travis was awake the moment he felt a hand on his cheek but he didn't start like he normally would; instead he just kept his eyes closed and lifted his hand to lay it over the Beasts. He smiled and curled up into a ball rolling over and onto his side and pressing his back against the Beast still under the covers though now his upper body was exposed. He gave a small groan and turned his head to look up at the beast his hand off of the beasts larger hand and blinked up at him a few times. <br><br>"Good morning Beast." He whispered to him with a smile on his face; a sleepy smile but a smile none the less. "Did you sleep well?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 03:04:42</strong>
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				The large man would blink and clear his throat lightly as he felt the young frame snuggling into his massive chest, fingers closing over his much bigger ones that were resting against his side now in an effort to wake him up. "Morning to you as well, Travis." He gave a low bow of his head and put on as best of a smile as he could. "I can't complain." He responded as he straightened up, adjusting his cape slowly. The bandages that covered his torso were fresh and had been changed on his own, showing that the man could do it himself if need be.<br><br>"Breakfast is ready if you'd like me to accompany you downstairs."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 04:59:26</strong>
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				Travis was waking more and more from his slumber and soon he realized that the beast had changed his own dressing. He smiled and sat up making sure to keep the blanket around his body; not wanting to let him see anything on accident of course. "Oh good! You've changed your bandages!" He pointed out; though now realizing that there really was no need for that. He looked up at him as he stood and brought his own legs up to his body laying his chin on them and wrapping his arms around them as well. <br><br>"I'm ravenous~" He told him yawning and stretching before falling back and onto the bed; his blanket now just covering his torso and lower legs. "I'll get dressed in a few minutes and then I'd be happy to join you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 03:51:00</strong>
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				With how Travis wasn't getting out of bed immediately, the large beast put two and two together to understand that the other was probably slightly nude underneath the bedsheets. He was lucky to be so big, for it would be a bit harder for the young man to look up and see that his cheeks were flustered considerably. "Ravenous, huh?" He let out a warm chuckle and bowed his head. "Then I will leave you to dress yourself." With that, he turned and made his way back downstairs to ease himself into his seat in the dining room. His cape hung over those broad shoulders and thick arms nicely as he relaxed. Food was brought out, a large breakfast feast for the two of them to enjoy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 21:56:38</strong>
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				Travis was thankful that the beast hadn't tried to tease him about his state of dress... Or rather his state of undress. Once the beast was gone he threw the bed sheets aside and got up to go get a pair of pants and a nice blue shirt on. Blue brought out his eyes the women of the village would say. Personally though Travis thought it was green that did the job better. Though why he was thinking on which shirt brought out his eyes better he didn't know... He just wanted to look nice... Yes. That was it. He just wanted to look nice. <br><br>He did however spend a little longer brushing his hair then he had previously; paying attention to the slight curl that he had and frowning when he couldn't quite get it exactly how he wanted it to be. But when the wardrobe reminded him he as supposed to be downstairs eating breakfast with the Beast Travis forgot all about his hair and ran out with a blush on his face. <br><br>Finally he was down stairs and coming into the room and sitting at the table; next to the beast instead of as far away as he could possible get from him. "I'm sorry it took me so long..." He told him a look of embarrassment on his face as he reached out to grab a few rolls and some honey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 17:14:48</strong>
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				The beast really did enjoy how Travis had warmed up to him after he had saved the young man's life. They owed each other nothing since Travis had saved his as well, but it was so warm and comforting to realize that the young man wanted to stay here a bit longer. When those doors opened, he glanced up and took in a light breath at the sight of how captivating the boy was. The blue color really did bring out his eyes and the beast could only gaze at him quietly as he moved to sit down beside him. Days ago, he wouldn't have even expected Travis to want to sit in the same room as him, let alone right next to him.<br><br>"It's all right." He chuckled, giving his shoulder a gentle pat with that large hand before he set to work on getting his food on his plate as well. "Let us get some food in us quickly. I want to show you something after breakfast."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 23:33:35</strong>
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				Travis smiled up at him and got his plate in order getting what food it was that he wanted. He watched beast getting everything for a few moments and then began to eat his own food after saying a small and silent prayer to himself. Thanking his higher power for the food he was about to eat; the shelter he was enjoying and the find clothes he'd been given; and praying that his father was alright and that the older women of the town were looking after him. Once all of that was done he began to happily eat his meal. Everything tasted spectacular. It was all so amazing. So well done it made him wonder if the Beast's cooks were really that good or if it was just magic that made it all the better. Soon though he was done and full and sat happily with his arms crossed over his chest lightly; waiting for the beast to finish. His mind now thinking on what it might be that he had to show him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 05:12:26</strong>
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				The beast would take his time in eating, wanting to enjoy the time he could spend with Travis before he showed him his surprise. When he did finish, the grand beast rose onto his feet and adjusted his tattered cloak, that which he hadn't even bothered to fix over the years. He hadn't ever had to impress anyone since no one would dare step foot into the dead woods, after all. "Are you ready?" He asked, a warm smile on his face as he looked down to the smaller man. The other was clearly stuffed, which made the big beast quite happy indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 22:22:25</strong>
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				Travis stood up in a flash and moved over to the Beasts side reaching out to take a hold of his hand and looking up at him with a rather excited expression on his face. He'd always loved to get presents. But the older he got the less that happened. Not because of the simple fact that he was getting older, but because they were getting poorer. And the fact that he was going to be getting a present in a magical place like this; he didn't even know what to begin to think what it might be. "I'm very ready!" He said happily giving a light laugh and a squeeze of his hand. "Where is it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 23:48:06</strong>
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				The big man grinned as the other took hold of his large hand so eagerly. "Not too excited, are we?" He teased as he held onto that small hand. He would move out of the dining room and up the stairs. "It's a surprise. You need to close your eyes and I'll lead you, all right?" His large hands would come around Travis' head and cover up his eyes. "Keep walking... careful now..." He mumbled, his warm, baritone voice rumbling as he lead him up the stairs and down the large hallway. Light peeked out from underneath the massive doors and he would gently nudge them open to reveal the grand library, so full of books that filled the shelves to the high ceiling.<br><br>"Keep those eyes closed." He ordered gently so he could rush off to open up the curtains that let in the sunlight. "And... now!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 07:02:34</strong>
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				((I solemnly swear to get better at replying!!! &lt;33))<br><br>Travis followed after him happily and looked around as they passed through the now mostly familiar place; he'd been into a smaller room containing books; about the size of the bookstore back home; he'd foolishly let himself believe that that room had been the library so needless to say this was bound to be quite a pleasant surprise. When the Beast stopped and told him to close his eyes he did so; using his other hand now to take a hold of the Beasts hand as well; making it easier for the both of them. He stumbled once or twice going up the stairs but other then that he was fine; beast was rather good at leading people blindly somewhere. He gave a small smirk as he wondered if he'd ever done this with someone while he was still human; and then he quickly pushed that thought from his mind when he realized he didn't want to think that the Beast had had someone he'd ever wanted to surprise with something. Why in the world wouldn't he have wanted him to have had someone before him? That was a silly and unrealistic thought to have... If anything the Beast probably had hundreds of...<br><br>No. Just stop thinking. <br><br>Travis gave himself a mental shake and squeezed the Beast's hand just a little bit tighter; moving in closer to him. When the Beast let go of his hand Travis turned where ever he heard movement... It smelled a little dusty in here; he wondered how often this room he'd brought him too had been used. And then when he was told he could open his eyes he did and they bulged. He turned around and looked wide eyed and in awe at what was being presented to him. <br><br>"It's wonderful!" He gasped stopping to look at the Beast with disbelief and wonder; as if this room alone was the most magical place that the castle had to offer. He blushed thinking that he'd never even seen this place before and the smile he wore was slowly getting bigger. He gave a slight jump of joy and rushed to one of the shelves; looking over some of the books. "I've never seen so many books before In my life!" He squealed to him happily; taking in deep breaths as the familiar smell of old paper wafted up his nose. "This is wonderful." He repeated again awe in his voice as he saw one of his favorite classics and pulled it out; noticing the dust but still handling it lovingly. So pleased to be see so many books; probably more then he would ever be able to read in a lifetime. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 23:35:40</strong>
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				The beast was more than happy to see the expression that spread over Travis' face as he opened up his eyes and was allowed to see the magnificent library. He put on a handsome smile and observed him as he rushed from shelf to shelf, observing books that the beast had unfortunately not been able to read very often. He crossed his arms and smirked, observing him in his passion of observing each book spine and exploring like a child with a room full of toys.<br><br>"I figured you'd enjoy it." He chuckled, one large hand settling on the smaller man's shoulder. "I... haven't been able to really use this library often since the transformation. My sight isn't what it used to be and this transformation changed my understanding too. I can read, but it takes a while for it all to process." He glanced down, furrowing his brows gently.<br><br>"But I just wanted to make you happy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 21:04:11</strong>
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				Travis looked up at the Beast; the smile still on his lips until he informed him that he could no longer read like he once had. And for one of the first times since he'd come here Travis truly pitied him. His face fell and his eyes widened as he turned to face him fully. "That's the saddest thing I've ever heard." He whispered; moving one of his hands away from the book that he'd had both on; reaching it up to place it on the Beasts hand. "I don't know what I would do with myself if I couldn't read anymore like I used to..." He drifted off not really sure what to say for a moment before he brightened up and looked around for some place comfortable to sit. <br><br>"But um~ if you'd like..." He started somewhat shyly. "This book here;" He told him holding it up in front of his face; putting both hands on it again; and looking over the edge cutely. "It's perfect for reading aloud~ And it's one of my favorites. It's about king Arthur." He told him excitedly. "Unless there's something else you'd like me to read you? I wouldn't mind that either! It's just a shame that you aren't able to enjoy this with me...." <br><br>He told him moving the book to his stomach now and looking down and to the side in a submissive sort of pose. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 00:15:28</strong>
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				The beast wasn't too saddened by the situation since he had been too busy with royal work and whatnot before his change to focus much on reading. "It is?" He lifted a brow, looking at the book that the other held. "I suppose... I just stopped worrying about it after being this way for so long." He shrugged large shoulders and cleared his throat as the hand laid on his own. He looked down to the adorable young man and couldn't hide the smile that came over his features. "King Arthur, hm?" He murmured. "No, that's just fine. I believe I'll enjoy any kind of story you read me as long as you enjoy it." He gave a light nod and eased himself down into one of the very large chairs.<br><br>"Come. Take a seat and read to me, Travis." He offered, one large hand held out in offering.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 00:10:16</strong>
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				Travis took a hold of his hand with a small smile on his face and then moved to sit into his lap; making himself nice and comfortable with out pressing anywhere against the beast; still wary of his wounds. He opened the book; flipping to the first page and began to read aloud. Concentrating on the story and the sound of the Beasts heartbeat; or of his breathing; or how comfortable he felt laying against him; so close to this massive monster. He didn't focus on how safe he felt, or how calming it was to have the beast touching him. No. He just focused on the story. Reading about a young boy destined to be great; of his foster father and brother; and of a old wizard who knew of the potential that Arthur had, and the great king that he would become. <br><br>Happy that this was the first book of the series; the lighter of the three. That only dealt with the kings childhood; and not his sad ending as an adult. Travis could never finish it really; he always ended up crying. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 16:56:07</strong>
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				The beast didn't expect the other to sit on his lap, but it was a welcome gesture that he didn't mind at all. He laid his hand upon the other's side and squeezed him within one large arm while the other began to read to him. He listened intently, gazing over the other's shoulder at the words that were splattered across the pages. It all made slight sense to him, though the human would know how to read a lot better than he did. <br><br>"Well it's not sad at least, is it?" He grinned as the boy switched chapters. "It's very interesting so far, though..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 03:56:18</strong>
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				Travis didn't mind the hand on him as he read; he liked it actually; he made sure to make it so that the Beast could see it and read along if he could manage. When he was done with one chapter he looked up the beast and smiled gently. "I'm glad you're liking it so far... There are three parts to this book... but I only like reading the first part. After this it just gets sad. Everything get's harder for him and his loved ones start to betray him." He told him looking away and back down to the book. <br><br>He flipped the page to next chapter and began reading again until finally he was beginning to get tired; his eyes started to grow heavy and he leaned into the Beast a bit more. So close was he to finishing the book; a few more pages. He could make it. And he did. Finally. They'd sat there all night; reading together; even if it had been him reading it to the Beast. Finished he closed the book and snuggled against him; holding the book close to his lap. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 16:22:40</strong>
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				The beast kept him close as the young man read to him, and never did the large creature show boredom or anything of that nature. His genuine interest was perfect and true while he watched Travis read to him, eyes scanning the book simultaneously to understand the words a bit more. "I want to listen to it all." He assured while the boy snuggled into his warm frame and continued with the story. When the book was finally finished, the beast would smile and look down to Travis, one large hand roaming over his back comfortingly. "Worn out from so much reading?" He teased, easing the smaller male into both of his arms as he rose up.<br><br>"Go on and sleep." He whispered as he took Travis to his room, easing him down carefully on the lovely sheets.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 04:02:44</strong>
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				"It takes a lot of you~" Travis mumbled back to the Beast with a small smile on his face. "I always get so involved in the book; I let myself get sucked up and into it; it's hard not to feel the same sort of strains and frustrations; or joy and accomplishments... It's almost like I'm there when I'm reading it. I like that most about a good book. It takes me away." He confided in him; partly becuase of how tired he was at the moment. He woke up a bit when he was lifted up and into the Beast's arms; holding onto him as he did so. "Oh wow that just happened." He said jokingly and loving over his shoulder to the floor beneath him; it was a lot easier to see how big the beast was when he was carrying you around. <br><br>"Should you be lifting me like this?" He asked nervously looking around but doing his best not to struggle. Travis didn't think he was fat or anything; but with the injuries he'd been given by those wolves... It made him nervous that he might strain himself in any way just becuase of him. But he would have to admit... It wasn't all too bad to be lifted up with such ease by the beast. He looked up at him and then looked back down; turning his head to watch as they made their way to his room, a few thoughts running through his head that made him blush; thoughts he knew he shouldn't be thinking about. The beast was just being freindly; and not to mention that he barely knew the Beast...<br><br>Not that that actually made a difference; and as the Beast eased him oh so gently down and onto his bed he couldn't help the flustered feeling that crossed his features. "I really enjoyed today Beast." He whispered as he moved to take off his shoes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 16:01:17</strong>
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				The big beast would chuckle as he looked down at him, gently brushing the hair out of his face. "I'll be fine, little one." He took the boy's shoes off for him and gave his forehead a gentle kiss. "You sleep well tonight, all right?" He ruffled his hair affectionately and put on a warm smile for him. With that, the large beast would move out of the room and head to his own quarters where he sighed and eased himself down into his own bed with a light grunt.<br><br>He enjoyed the day more than anything in his life so far, and the slow pounding of his heart... what did it mean?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 04:12:14</strong>
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				Travis wasn't sure how he felt about having his hair brushed out of his face in that way; or the fact that the Beast was so gentle in helping him get ready for bed. And he especially had no idea what so ever on how to handle that kiss to his forehead. Well~ he did somewhat. By responding to it with a full faced blush; going all the way to his ears and partly down his neck even; and with a slight urge to reach out and want to&nbsp; return it; was that wrong of him? But he didn't move to do that; instead he just nodded his head with out saying a word and turned from him to lay down against the pillow; curling into it and trying to fight off the butterflies that were currently over taking him. <br><br>"Good night." He managed to croak out before the door was closed and he was left alone with his thoughts... Of the Beast. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 18:45:54</strong>
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				When the morning came along, Travis would be sound asleep. However, the beast had set up a rather romantic breakfast for the young man, and it had all been made by his own hand to show that he was determined to make the young man happy as could be. Lumiere led him through the process of making a delicious breakfast, and it went surprisingly well for how clumsy the man's fingers were with silverware and cooking utensils. The tray of food was held in his hands as he ascended the stairs to Travis' room, that which he slipped into after he nudged the door open.<br><br>"Travis?" He mumbled, warm voice reverberating in the room as he set the tray down on the bedstand. "Travis... wake up..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 19:23:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Travis was curled up in a small ball with his head and part of his shoulder and back on the pillow; though all of him was covered in blanket; wrapped tightly around him and keeping him wonderfully warm and snuggly feeling. When it came time for him to leave the Beast... he was going to miss this bed most of all. When the Beast came into his room he was snoring lightly; a happy little smile on his face; he hadn't had any dreams last night but his sleep had been more then enjoyable. When he woke he would realize he would be happy to have not had any dreams, if he had they might have confused him due to what they would have been about.<br><br>When the Beast began to wake him up he curled in a but tighter before turning his head and looking up at the Beast with a groggy eye. He covered his head in the blanket and then rolled over and onto his back giving a light groan. This time he'd slept in a night shirt at least. He reached up over his head and then pulled the blankets down to look at the Beast; just staring up and at him for a moment before smelling the breakfast. "Oh~" He said a smile spreading across his lips before rolling onto his stomach and looking at the plate... oh. He thought to himself. It didn't look too well put together. And he realized that the Beast must have made it for him. Well. He would eat it and be thankful. He sat up and smiled at him looking back down at the place. "Is that for me?" He asked reaching up to rub at his face and then cover his mouth as he yawned. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 17:34:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The beast had done his best to make the presentation good, but the taste was what really mattered. He had done exceptionally well for not having human fingers, though he also had a lot of help from the cooks and Lumiere as well. "It is." He grinned and looked downward to the tray that was sitting on the bedside table. "I... tried my best, I suppose. Try it, at least. I promise it'll be good." He eased down by the bed, eyes focused solely on the beautiful young man that was laying in the bed.<br><br>"Eat up. I figured we could take a walk in the garden if you'd like. The flowers are wilted because of the snow, but..." He cleared his throat. It was simply a way to spend time with the younger man.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 06:34:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Travis smiled as he sat up completely; still keeping the blankets somewhat around his lap. If he dropped any food this way it would all just fall onto the top blanket and not onto the bed. He reached over to the table and pulled the tray into his lap; "Well it definitely smells good." He reassured him with a smile. He remembered the first time he'd tried to make breakfast when his mother was first starting to get ill; he'd had bits of egg shell left over in the mix; though she gallantly ate it; doing her best to avoid the specs of shell when she could. And as he looked through this he saw that the Beast had actually done a much better job at it then he had. <br><br>He picked up a fork and plunged it into the egg before taking some of them off of the plate to take a few bites of it. "Oh~ Wow Beast." He began to compliment him taking a few more bites before moving onto the bacon and bread, stuffing it into his mouth with out as much dignity as he could attempt to have. Stuffing a few pieces of the bread into his mouth with a noise of appreciation. When the Beast began to talk he reached over for some juice to drink and wash it down and make it able for him to reply when the Beast was done talking.<br><br>"Mmm! Yes!" He said nodding to him. "Yes; yes I would love to." He said with a smile on his face. bouncing a bit on the bed excited for the things that might happen today." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 16:56:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The man was not used to seeing such blatant excitement at a prospect of taking a walk with him, but it was a nice gesture indeed. Travis wouldn’t be here forever, so he wanted to cherish the moments that he did have to spend time with the young, beautiful man. While he wanted greatly to keep the boy at the castle forever, he knew that he had to miss his father and the townspeople greatly. He’d tell him that he’d be setting him free later on that night, though it wasn’t the thought that was in his mind just right now. He wanted to do nothing but enjoy his time with the lovely guest.<br><br>“Is it good? Forgive me for the presentation. I’m not the best at being very proper with these fingers of mine.” He wiggled the large digits, far too big to comfortably hold silverware or anything like that.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 03:38:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It doesn't matter how it looks." Travis told him with a nod of his head. "All that matters is the taste; and the fact that there isn't any egg shell in the eggs either. The first time I made a meal for my mother I'd made it before my father could get up and see what I was doing; I walked in and handed her the plate; there were pieces of shell still in it. Bless her she picked them out and ate it for me though." He told him with a fond smile on his face. He loved remembering his mother; and he loved even more to talk about her. He hurried up with his food; trying to finish it off quickly with out looking too impolite; or as if he didn't have any manners. And when he was done he set the plate down and looked up at the Beast expectantly. "What's the weather like outside? What sort of things should I wear? Are we leaving immediately?" He asked more then a little of the excitement he was feeling showing in his voice and on his face. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 18:17:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				[ Don't know if you read my A/A's yet, but I'm gonna be leaving for Germany until next Wednesday. ^^ ]<br><br>"We're leaving after you get done with your food, kiddo." He grinned, ruffling his hair with a large paw. He would stretch his powerful body lightly and lean back against the sturdy chair while observing the boy tearing into the food so hungrily. "The weather's rather cold, so it'd be best to put on something heavy. You won't have to worry about it much, though. You'll be close to me and I've found that my body does exude a lot of heat, so." He chuckled, glancing down to his own frame.<br><br>He enjoyed hearing stories about the boy's family, though it did bring up the question. "Do you... miss your people back in the village?" He asked gently, fixing him with a curious gaze.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 17:52:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Travis nodded his head. He wouldn't mind being so close to the Beast... it sounded rather nice and inviting really. And he was somehow pleased that the beast wanted to be close to him as well. He couldn't find himself minding having that large arm wrapped around him as they enjoyed the company of one another. And in such a magical place as well!<br><br>He placed his plate aside; not sure if he should just go and get changed now or wait for the Beast to leave him first. but instead he asked him a somewhat personal question... did he miss his village? Yes; he would admit that he missed the village, but when the Beast was around him he didn't find himself thinking about it as much. He frowned lightly; small lines forming along his brow as he thought about that question.<br><br>He flopped back and onto the bed looking up at the canopy over the bed. "I do... Sometimes..." He started slowly; not sure how pick his words... Or if he even should. "I miss them in the early morning when I would go out to buy bread for the day; or when I would just go on a walk to the book store. I miss the older women who would always try and convince me that their daughter would be such a good match for me... Which showed how much they loved me becuase my family doesn't have much. And most of the towns people thinks my father's old age has gotten to his mind. Not that they'd be wrong to say that." He muttered lowly. That was a thing he didn't miss. His fathers bouts of madness. It wasn't his fathers fault. He was just on in his years... Even if his mother was still alive he would have stayed home to help take care of him. "But I don't miss the responsibilities that I had in that village." He finally admitted. It was a good way of putting it, with out sounding ungrateful to his father. <br><br>He rolled over and placed his head at the Beasts side closing his eyes and breathing for a moment. "What do you miss about being human?" He asked him curiously. He would have asked what he missed about being a prince, but decided against it, thinking that he was still a prince... Just of a much smaller court.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 16:15:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The beast figured that he was getting to see another side of the young man, a side that no one really knew that well. Those eyes glimmered in wonder as he sat there, looking down to Travis as the boy leaned his head against his powerful side. It served as a lovely pillow, for the hard muscle underneath would tense gently and give the other a place to nuzzle his head into. "I think I understand what you mean. Your responsibilities..." He chuckled heartily and shook his head while rolling his shoulders slightly. As the other questioned him on what he missed about being human, there was a long bout of silence.<br><br>"I miss everything about being a human." He responded easily. "Being able to touch another with my human hands, being able to look in a mirror and enjoy my appearance..." He let out a defeated sigh and shook his head. "Being able to read, being able to write... I took it all for granted when I had it. Now I'm stuck this way until..." He grit his teeth.<br><br>"Mmngh... nevermind. The day's young and we should go out to enjoy it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 06:02:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Travis listened to him with a slightly heavy heart, he'd never thought about something like that; he wasn't sure what he'd do if he couldn't read a book the way he once did. He reached out to take a hold of the beasts hand; one of his giant hands resting between his slightly smaller ones. He rubbed his thumb along the to and along the bottom pds. Just feeling them. He smiled up at the Beast and then&nbsp; lifted his hand to press it against his cheek. Smiling lightly. "I feel sorry for you beast." He whispered gently before letting his hand slide down and into his lap; curling into him a bit. "But i don't think you've anything to fear of the mirror. That is to say... I mean..." He blushed and looked down; not quite as comfortable sitting as he was; feeling rather embarrassed at what h was about to say.<br><br>"I think you're more then pleasant to look at. And I enjoy the soft fur that covers you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 13:59:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The beast blinked suddenly as he felt the thumbs sliding over the underside of his hand, teasing along the pads at the bottom of said hand. "... That is... very kind of you, Travis." He let out a chuckle as the other said such a thing, for he didn't believe a word of it, but it was nice to hear it from someone that was so special to him. "Come. Enough of this serious talk, hm? it's a beautiful day outside with snow everywhere. I wanted to take you out and show you the courtyard when it's full." Not only that, but it would give his servants the opportunity to get some fresh air as well.<br><br>"If you would like to, of course. I don't know if it snows often in your village."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 08:47:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Travis felt a bit awkward when he got the response back from the beast that he did; and so he removed his hands from around the Beast's; letting himself stand up and move away from the bed; looking for something to wear for the day, and was rewarded by the Wardrobe giving him a heavy looking blue turtleneck sweater and a pair of thick wool pants and even thicker socks along with some fine leather snow boots. Thanking her he moved away from the eye of the Beast; still keeping some form of modesty and quickly changed into it; keeping his long underwear on as he changed from his night clothes to his day clothes. Once that was taken care of he came back and out of hiding; sitting on a chaise near his window and pulling his boots on taking a few moments longer then was necessary to lace them all the way up. <br><br>Once done he stood back up again with a smile; putting the awkwardness of earlier behind him. "Alright Beast~ Let's go outside." He chirped to him excitedly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 17:20:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The beast was a man who wasn't going to intrude on privacy, so he turned his body around and left the boy to change. He stood there with his arms over his chest, waiting patiently for the beautiful young man to finish up. When he did, he looked down to him and slid his powerful arm around those small shoulders. "Yes, let's." With that, the two of them took off and headed downstairs to the foyer. The massive doors were easily pushed open by a powerful creature such as the Beast. Immediately, Travis would be greeted with the beautiful sight of white, thick snow all over the courtyard.<br><br>"It's... a sight that I always enjoy looking at," the beast mumbled, holding onto Travis' shoulders lightly to pass some warmth onto the smaller man.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 22:36:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Travis was strangely comforted by the gentle arms wrapping around him; rather then nervous by the powerful and terrifying beast they were attached to. He found himself rather enjoying the comfort and the company the beast seemed able to offer him. It was only a pity that the Beast didn't seemed to have read many books while he had the chance; otherwise it would have given them something to talk about on the walk out of the castle. Not that the silence between them needed filled. It was a pleasant silence. Although the thought that the beast was getting much better was an unwelcome guest to that silence. He closed his eyes for a moment; soon he would have to leave this little fairy tale that he'd been pulled into. It was only fair to his father... He just didn't want to leave yet. He looked up at the beast and moved slightly so that he could push the door open and hid behind him for a moment from the cold and bitter wind. He shivered against him and blew out a bit; watching his breath turn white and curl in the invading chill. <br><br>"Oh Beast~" He breathed as his eye's adjusted and he stepped forward and into the winter wonderland that was being presented to him. He smiled; wrapping his arms around himself and stepping out and away from the Beast; just taking it all in. It was beautiful. The way the light hit some of the piles of snow; made the whole outside glisten and glitter. He continued to walk, looking at the way the snow had fallen on top of the different things in the garden, the small statues, the bushes; the plants, the tree's, it was a work of art. <br><br>He giggled as he turned to the Beast, running off and behind a crop of tree's, doing his best to stay hidden and trying to make a few snow balls as fast as he possibly could. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 01:25:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The large man put on a pleasant smile as they stepped out into the cold morning air to meet the snow that had fallen during the night. He adjusted his cape slightly as he stood there, his body proving to be quite an effective wall to prevent Travis from being blasted with cold air. He laughed heartily, a sound that was so much different from the vicious and angry one that Travis had been met with on his first days at the castle. "Hah. Look at all of this. Everything's so--" He was halted as he watched the younger man rushing away from him and hiding behind a crop of trees.<br><br>"Travis?" He blinked, following him curiously. He hadn't been in a snowball fight in ages, so he didn't expect to be pelted with one when his head came around the side of the tree. His eyes were wide, standing there with the white snow plastered against his face. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 03:00:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"GOT YOU!" Travis squealed like a child running away from him laughing manically. Snow ball fights had always been one of his favorite things as a child; even as he became an adult the allure of joining the children in one had always been undeniable. Now; as an adult he hoped that the Beast would feel that pull of child hood and try and join him in a fight. He giggled as he ducked behind another tree; making a few more and tossing them into his cloak; checking from behind his hiding spot to see whether or not the beast was planning on retaliating. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 17:00:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The beast was astounded at this kind of behavior, especially with how hyper Travis was being. He let out an amused laugh and rubbed against the back of his head before he gathered up a rather large snowball to fit within his own hands. He crept slowly around the tree, only to be pelted in the back with a few of the snowballs. He hadn't done this in forever, so he was a bit rusty at first. Nevertheless, he adjusted and was soon tossing the large snowballs at the boy, letting out a hearty laugh of his own.<br><br>It was the first time in ages that he'd even laughed, let alone had a good time like this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 23:03:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Travis did his best to avoid the giant snow balls but every now and then one would catch him and send him flying. Though of course he was never really hurt thanks to the giant piles of snow that would cushion his fall and keep him from harm. He would simply sit up and try to hide again before sending more snow balls the Beasts way. Finally though Travis was exhausted and crawling out from behind his current hiding spot he smiled; standing on shaky and weary legs before falling onto his back in plain sight and yelling. "I surrender." <br><br>Just taking his time to stare up at the clear blue sky. It was probably all for the best after all... His clothes were wet and the chill was starting to get to him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 02:25:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The large man chuckled softly as he watched the boy curiously, seeing him worn out from their time of play. He eased his snowball down and tossed it onto the ground before moving for Travis and easing himself down onto the snow. "You'll get cold," he warned as he slid his powerful arm underneath him and brought him up close to his chest to warm him up. He winked lightly and gazed at the beautiful sky that was high above them, the bright blue looking more gorgeous than ever.<br><br>"It's rarely this nice out, to be honest. I think the environment itself might be happier that you've come along."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 17:33:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Travis let out a small squeak when he was pulled up and into the Beasts arms and then chest. He blushed lightly and looked off and to the side with an extremely small smile on his face. His hands brought up to his own chest and pressed underneath him against the Beasts chest. "Thanks." He murmured with a little laugh in his voice. He lifted his eyes and looked at the Beast when he told him that, before wriggling around on the beast's chest in order to look up at the sky; his back laid gently against the Beasts front. "You really think so?" He asked with slight wonder in his voice. <br><br>"This place is so Magical Beast." He told him snuggling backwards and into the Beast. "It's so beautiful here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 07:14:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The big beast chuckled lightly as the other rested his small hands to the wide musculature of the larger man's own. He held onto his sides with those big hands of his, keeping him still against his warm frame that was surely quite comfortable in the chilly air of the winter day. When the other turned around and nestled his back against his chest, he brought him back tighter and wrapped him up even tighter in those strong arms of his.<br><br>"You're welcome to come whenever you want, Travis. I don't mind. It'll be nice to have company," he admitted, though he didn't want to reveal his real reason for keeping him here. It just didn't seem right.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 07:40:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Travis wasn't sure if he even wanted to leave this place... it was nice staying here. He liked the servants, he liked not having responsibilities... he liked not having to worry about a crazy father to take care of, even if he thought that just by admitting that in his head he was surely going to hell. But most of all he liked having someone to talk to that wasn't a woman and wasn't someone trying to make him act like a real man instead of some 'pansy boy'. <br><br>As the Beast pulled him in closer he smiled and lifted his hands up to place them over the Beasts own arms; rubbing them lightly, he sighed and frowned lightly when the beast told him he could come back when ever he wanted to; he wasn't sure how easy it would be to get away from his father. "I'll try as often as i can... It will be easier in the winter." He told him; more trying to convince himself then the beast. in the summer he would expected to go out hunting with the other men; to help take care of their small farm... he would have so much more to do... if he even got a few minutes to himself while the sun was up it would have been a miracle. He felt along the Beasts arms and sighed gently. It was healing so much faster then he would have liked it to. He hated that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 08:16:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The large man stroked his hand along the other's side to warm him up as the other's hands came to rub at his big arms. He gave a light nod of understanding, even if he did want the other to stay as long as possible. He wasn't going to keep him there without his consent, though. "Things will be all right. You can send me letters too if you like. I'm not... very good at writing, but I'll learn how if I can still keep in contact with you. It's been too long since I've written, so." He chuckled, looking down in a bit of embarrassment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 02:32:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"But..." He started nervously looking off to the side slightly. "I mean... if you want... I could stay and get you back into writing..." He offered hopefully to him. "It would take a while... but I'm sure I could get you familiar with it again." Travis bit his lip; he was grasping at straws here to be able to stay just a little longer. He should have been thinking about his father. But all he could think about was how comfortable it was to lay on the Beast like this. And though he wouldn't like to admit it out loud... or even quietly to himself. He couldn't help but enjoy the softness of the Beasts fur and wonder what it might feel like touching more of his body then just his face and his hands. <br><br>He took a moment and breathed in deep; letting out a cloud of air. "Beast... I'm cold... I think we should go back in." He finally said; his nose felt extremely dry; as if at any moment a nose bleed might occur. And even though he would have loved to have stayed there just a bit longer; needing to curl into the Beast for warmth... A nose bleed would probably ruin any sort of mood they might have created together. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 21:23:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He could tell that the boy was doing everything he could to find a way to stay with the man longer. The sad truth was that the boy would have to go back eventually. Just prolonging his stay would only make it harder on the two of them when the time came. "Travis..." He chuckled gently and squeezed him tightly within those big arms. "I know you want to stay, but your father needs you. He needs you a lot more than I do right now." That was a blatant lie since the Beast would be locked permanently in this state until he found a lover, and the petals of that rose were falling faster than ever.<br><br>Seeing the boy hurt from being apart from his father was a terrible punishment, though.<br><br>"All right, all right... let's go." He curled him in tightly to his side, leading him into the castle once more. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 03:50:07</strong>
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				Travis felt a pang of guilt when he talked about his father needing him more then he did and he hid his face into the Beasts chest sighing heavily and nodding his head. Before finally sitting up and moving with the Beast to stand upright. He allowed himself to be tucked into the Beasts side and wrapped an arm around him as they walked back into the castle. It was pretty interesting just how warm the Beast could be. <br><br>Once inside Cogs-worth and Lumiere came forward informing us that a nice hearty and hot soup had been prepared and that it would be served in the lounge area off to the side in front of the fire place. Travis had to admit that soup sounded absolutely amazing. <br><br>Still sticking close to the beast they walked into the room down the few steps and towards a table that had been set out with two chairs next to one another. He looked up at the Beast and reached for his hand, before stopping and letting his hand fall back to his side. Trying to make it look somewhat nonchalant. It was interesting to Travis to realize how much he not only enjoyed touching and being touched by the Beast; but how much he wanted it as well. <br><br>As he moved away from the Beast and sat down at the table he tried not to act as if he wanted to touch the Beast more. To be completely honest with himself, he wasn't exactly sure where these feelings were coming from. He knew that he was interested in men over women... But to go from being terrified by the Beast to having feelings like this... Was fairly interesting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>17-09-2011, 00:58:58</strong>
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				The Beast gave a thankful nod to Lumiere and Cogsworth as the two of them left them to eat their soup in peace. He headed to his end of the dining table, pulling out one chair for Travis as he arrived. He gently pushed it back under when the boy was seated, then eased himself into his own chair with a heavy, happy sigh. He gave Travis a light smile, as he could tell that the boy was internally arguing with himself over staying with the man or heading back to his father's side. The Beast was not going to trap the boy within the castle walls in such a way that he never had the chance to escape. No, Travis was too kind of a person to treat like that.<br><br>Perhaps the boy really had changed him for the better. "Eat up. It'll get cold," he spoke in that low voice, his large hand giving a comforting pat on the other's back. He fumbled with his spoon lightly before taking a light sip of the hot soup, licking his lips shortly afterward. "Mmm..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 04:54:11</strong>
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				As Travis sat there; looking into his soup; warming up from the chill of outside a thought came to him. Something he'd been thinking about; but elaborated... Here he had no restrictions placed upon him. He could do what ever he liked. He could carry out what ever fantasy he'd ever had so long as he stayed here for the time being... He looked down in thought as he took his spoon and began to eat at the Beasts words. He looked up at the Beast and was caught with how awkward he seemed to be holding the spoon the way that he was. "Oh Beast..." he said gently feeling bad for making him do something that he obviously wasn't built to do anymore. He lifted up his bowl and blew on it a few times before sipping it directly from the bowl; a smile on his face as his eyes lifted to look at him as he did so. As if to tell him it was alright. Why should he hamper the beast down with the way that things should be? Instead of the ways that worked best for him?<br><br>Why should his social norms affect the beast in a place where his world was so much different from his own? He really began to think about that then; the Beast was so much different from anyone else he'd ever met in his life... The beast admitted to liking him... At least Travis believed that he had. The beast wouldn't think ill of him if he wanted to do something that was out of the norm in behavior... Travis smiled to himself as he thought of some of the things he'd always wanted to do but never been allowed while living in the village... Like wearing a dress. They always looked so comfortable to him and the women always looked so lovely. But then he was hit with the strangeness of that... What if the Beast thought it odd of him? He lifted his eyes cautiously to the Beast and set his bowl aside slightly. <br><br>"Beast... Would you think less of me if I was to wear a dress?" He asked; nervousness clear in his voice. He was blushing hotly; already feeling stupid for asking something like that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 15:34:46</strong>
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				The beast looked up as his name was spoken and the boy began to sip the liquid directly from the bowl. It was heartwarming and made the man feel like he could act something other than refined and proper around the boy. He held his own bowl and began to gulp the soup down, the warm broth warming his belly and his entire body. He licked his lips afterward and leaned back comfortably in his chair, only to be asked by the other about wearing a dress. "A dress?" He blinked, happy that a blush couldn't be seen. He cleared his throat and looked to the side, rubbing against the side of his neck slowly. "I think you'd look very lovely in a dress, Travis. Why do you ask?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 21:12:57</strong>
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				Travis felt himself wanting to hide under the table; he felt so extremely stupid now for having asked a question like that. The Beast was only humoring he was sure of it... Did he honestly think that a man might look good in a dress? He bit his lower lip worrying at it for a moment; his hands going into his lap turning to fists as he did so. He looked down and then looked up and slightly sideways as the beast; as if he wasn't trying to look at him as he answered him. "It's just... I... I've always wanted to try one before... I mean, I did once when I was a child but my father told me little boys do not wear dresses and that was the end of that.... And I thought... That well... Before I leave. I might be able to try it? Maybe?" He coughed lightly and moved to grab his glass of wine; taking a rather large swig of it and swallowing it quickly. He lifted his eyes back up to the beast. He didn't want to wear anything fancy... Just something simple. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>04-10-2011, 14:44:53</strong>
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				It was a shame that the boy hadn't been allowed to experiment with what made him most comfortable when it came to his clothing. "I wouldn't dream of telling you that they're only for women. Some men can definitely pull it off." The Beast just smirked and tilted his head, looking more amused than surprised. "I believe we still have some old ones that you might enjoy. Lumiere!" He called out, looking to the candelabra that came hopping into the room. "Yes, master?"<br><br>"Head to the grand bedroom. The former one. Look for a fitting dress for Travis here." He nodded and smiled to the boy who had just swigged down quite a lot o wine. "Don't be nervous, Travis. There's nothing wrong with you wanting to experiment."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 06:53:50</strong>
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				"I know it's just... It's odd feeling I guess." Travis gave a small half smile looking up at the Beast before standing and moving over to hug him gently. "Thank you for not making me feel... strange over this." He murmured against the beasts fur closing his eyes a moment and taking a breath of him before letting go and moving to a seat next to him. "You said that some men can pull off a dress... How many men have you seen wearing a dress?" He teased lightly laying his head against one of his hands that was bent against the table. Even though he himself wanted to wear a dress... the thought of the Beast enjoying the sight of another man in a dress made him feel odd. Almost, was that a hint of jealousy he could feel in himself? <br><br>He inwardly frowned and just waited for an answer. What did it matter? Why did it matter? Did it matter? Yes. It definitely mattered to Travis and he didn't know why. Would he look better in a dress then anyone else that had worn one before, would the beast enjoy seeing him in a dress? He hoped so. Turning from the Beast he reached for another glass of wine. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 16:45:56</strong>
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				"How many... well, some of the smaller and more beautiful ones of my past have. I can recall brief flashes of them at the grand balls and whatnot." He smiled handsomely as he gazed toward him, eyes softening in concern and affection. "You'd look very gorgeous in a dress, Travis. You should give it a try. No one's going to judge you and I'm genuinely interested in what you'll look like." He winked and brought the bowl up to take another sip of the soup inside. <br><br>"Take a chance, hm?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 06:52:08</strong>
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				Travis nodded his head. It was somewhat comforting to know that the Beast was so interested in seeing him dressed up. He wondered if he should have tried to do anything with his hair as well... He took another sip of his wine and smiled to himself. His cheeks beginning to get a little warm but nothing too much. He thought about a few of the other things he'd like to do while he was here that he most certainly wouldn't be allowed to do once he got back home. But he pushed that to the back of his mind for now, though the wine would probably bring them back up once or twice more at least tonight. <br><br>He continued to sip his wine as he waited for Lumiere to get back with the dress and when he finally did he took it up and walked with him to a small little outlet that he could change into it. One of the other house items hopping along behind them to help him in case he needed it. The dress was simple enough. &nbsp;An orange (http://www.pemberley.com/janeinfo/reddress.jpg) straight dress with poofed arms. He played with the poofs of it awkwardly and twirled lightly holding it up against his body to see if the length was good enough. <br><br>Finally he began to put it on; taking off his long and thick top as well his pants leaving him in really nothing but his underthings. He looked at the dress for a moment; holding it out in front of him before finally pulling it on and adjusting it to fit. He realized that this had been made for the built of a man, the back of the dress and the shoulders didn't pull on him or stretch too tightly as if it might tear or rip if he moved in the wrong way. He ran his hands down the skirt of the dress and smiled looking back to Lumiere. <br><br>"How do I look?" He asked with a nervous smile playing across his lips. <br><br>"Like a vision!" Lumiere assured him before motioning one of his candlesticks to one of the other servants that was waiting off and in the distance before they hopped over. It was a brush and a small hair clip with a rose on it. Travis picked it up and then let the brush get to work; it straightened out his hair the best that it could making it look even shinier and cleaner then it already was. Pulling it from the small band he had wrapped around it to just let it lay straight down his neck and back; before putting the rise clip in to pull it out of his face. Once they were done Lumiere nodded his head and Travis stood back up. He was still in the same shoes from earlier; but the dress covered that up at least; maybe if he dressed up like this again he would try and wear womens shoes as well. <br><br>He walked nervously back towards the beast standing in the entrance hall; his hands before him clenched lightly in his anxiousness. It felt nice to be in this dress though, he wouldn't mind dressing up in something like this again. He walked towards him and stood with his arms out to his side. "So? How do I look? Am I stunning?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 22:33:36</strong>
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				The beast had never personally seen such a vision of loveliness as he did that night. He stood within the entrance hall, waiting patiently for Travis to show himself. When he did come out into the area, the big beast widened his eyes and stammered slightly. He was trying to form a coherent thought, yet that seemed hopeless at this point. "T-Travis... m-muh... m-y..." He gulped and rubbed the side of his neck. "You're... stunning. I can't believe it." He grinned, hands coming to lay on the boy's sides.<br><br>"You look like a princess."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 22:50:41</strong>
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				Travis blushed furiously when the Beast began to stammer; his hands going to hug himself lightly and a small smile forming on his lips as he looked up at him from underneath his lashes. "Really?" He asked lightly his hand going up to cup the side of his own cheek as if he was trying to hide his face; turning away from him slightly and closing his eyes, embarrassed but in a good way now. "Thank you Beast." <br><br>He looked up at him fully in the eyes now; a much bigger smile on his lips as he moved in to hug him tightly; nuzzling the side of his head that was free of the small rose clip into the Beasts chest. He was feeling a little giddy as he held onto him and then lifted his head to look straight up at the Beast. "Would you be my prince for the night?" He asked innocently; suddenly wanting to feel like the Princess that Beast said he looked like. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 21:56:25</strong>
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				The massive man grinned in a playful manner as the boy looked up to him with those glittering, gorgeous eyes. What kind of man would refuse such an invitation? "I'd love to, Travis. I'm not much of a prince anymore, but..." He chuckled, his hand rubbing against the back of his head in embarrassment. He moved it to the other's lower back soon enough and pulled him closer, even bending to nuzzle at the top of the boy's head.<br><br>"Then hurry! We shall get you ready as well, Master." Lumiere grinned and hopped forward. The beast looked down in curiosity before nodding and ruffling Travis' hair. "I... suppose you will be okay on your own for a few moments?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>22-10-2011, 20:28:14</strong>
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				Travis felt a rush of warmth that had nothing to do with the wine flood through his body when the beast pulled him in and nuzzled his head. A rather large embarrassing grin spread out across his face and he wrapped his arms around the Beast holding him tightly even as Lumiere came forward to call him away. And for the first time Travis couldn't help but wonder what the Beast might look like if he was human; and what the two of them might look holding hands and walking through the gardens in the spring together... And what the two of them might look like naked togeth- too much wine. TOO much wine.<br><br>&nbsp;He pulled away from the Beast his words and ruffling of his hair enough to break him out of his train of thought. "I'll be fine." He said a bright red spreading across his cheeks and face though one might have been able to blame it on the wine he'd been drinking.<br><br>He moved away from the Beast and sat down with a smile on his face up at him waving him off. "I think you're an excellent prince Beast." He told him quietly; leaning his head against the high backed chair and looking up at him with honest eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 05:20:55</strong>
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				The large beast cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his head. "Thank you very much, Travis. That's... very wonderful to know." He let a light smile cross his features before Lumiere hopped off, beckoning the man to follow. He stepped after him while one of the teacups leapt onto the table to settle beside Travis, keeping him company. The beast was gone for two hours or so, as he had a lot to learn up on from Lumiere. The candelabra, before he had been turned into such, had been quite a flirtatious being and knew how to charm people. He was dressed in fresh fabrics that looked quite royal on his towering frame, detailing the thick musculature of the prince. His hair was tied back, the headfur hanging loosely in its tie, swinging back and forth over his broad back.<br><br>Soon enough, he opened the door to the dining room and gently peeked his head inside. He felt nervous, never having to impress anyone like this before... or at a time that he remembered, at least.<br><br>"... Travis?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 18:28:59</strong>
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				Travis sobered up a considerable amount in the two hours that the Beast was gone; Mrs. Potts having decided that he needed to get a little coffee in him and what seemed to be her child Chip was happy to help. It was probably a good thing that Chip was there with him; he didn't like drinking in front of children and that was all he could think to do with the knowledge that he was in&nbsp; a dress for the first time in years and the Beast thought he looked wonderful in it as well. <br><br>He talked a bit with Mrs. Potts; and she told him how happy they were to have someone here to bring the place back to life again; that she hasn't seen some of the servants this happy or excited in years, and that the master especially seemed to be a whole new man becuase of him. That was definitely nice to hear. He couldn't help but smile when they talked about the Beast. He was so much more different from what he once was he couldn't deny it. And he was finding himself growing more and more attached to the Beast as the time went on. He felt like he'd been here for so long it was almost crazy to think that he'd been here for little more then a week. <br><br>As he thought about this the Beast came in and Mrs. Potts gave him a knowing smile before collecting chip and hopping off of the table. Travis stood and turned to the beast a hand on the table and his other hand awkwardly at his side. His eyes went a little wide as he looked at the Beast before him. Completely transformed. As Travis looked at him he could almost see the man he once was, and what a man. He started blushing again and he had to cover his cheeks as he did so. "You look... So... So... So..." He started a rather big smile on his face as he tried to get it out. "Wonderful."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>18-11-2011, 22:15:18</strong>
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				The beast did feel a bit out of place with the grandiose attire he wore, though it was comforting to see how stunned Travis was. He put on a slight grin and looked down, his large hand sliding over the front of his grand, royal tunic that spread to accommodate his torso. "I'm very glad you think so." He coughed, a bit embarrassed. Nevertheless, his large arm was held out in offering, a slight smile spreading over his face.<br><br>"Shall we go? I'd like to take a walk with you and... admire the lovely choice of attire you chose as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 01:36:14</strong>
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				Travis nodded his head a small smile on his face the entire time as he stepped forward and took his arm; walking off in what ever direction the beast would like to go. He pulled in a little closer to him; closing his eyes for a moment before admitting to him that "This whole time has felt like a dream with you Beast. I feel like I'm in a fairy tale and I never want this time to end." but it had to end. Eventually. He would have to go back to his father... He needed to... Before he grew too attached the beast. Before he could no longer even think of leaving him. He would... He would do it in the morning. Before anyone was awake. He would grab his horse and ride out of here. It would be easiest that way. For the both of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>11-12-2011, 12:52:19</strong>
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				The older man held onto that smaller hand and moved away with him, stepping out into the main hall to make their way up the stairs for their little walk. It was far too cold to be going outside and to be ruining that dress that the boy had put so much time into perfecting on wearing. "I... do agree. Funny how it all started out, hm?" He chuckled lowly and gazed down at him, his large hand squeezing to the much smaller one that was cradled within. "You do deserve much better than this place, though. I'm certain that I can't give you what you need while you're here. I'm... just not built to do it." He sighed heavily, knowing full well that the boy had to be leaving at some point.<br><br>"Your time here has been wonderful, though. Everyone adores you and... I admit that I do enjoy your company as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 00:10:40</strong>
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				Travis wondered if the Beast was as large when he was human; though he highly doubted it. One of the impressive things about the beast was his size. He smiled and nodded his head about how they came to know one another. It was just like a fairy tale and he couldn't believe that he'd been able to experience something like this. But when the beast said something about not being built to give him certain things that he needed his mind went in a direction that he wasn't entirely sure that he was supposed to. So he held back the comments that he had. <br><br>"You've given me all I could ever hope to have." He finally told him instead leaning into him as they continued to walk, closing his eyes and breathing in his scent again. Trying to commit his scent to memory. But then all he heard was the Beast enjoyed his company and nothing more. He looked up at him for a moment considering those words and then nodded his head a small smile on his face hiding the hurt he felt. This was like a fairy tale; but he was no princess. Even if the Beast made him feel like one. <br><br>He felt his heart drop at that thought becuase he wasn't going to be here much longer. Instead he just held onto his hand a little tighter and turned to look up at him. "Will you dance with me?" He asked sheepishly; biting at his lower lip, his thumb playing in the Beasts fur nervously. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 19:50:06</strong>
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				The towering beast of a man sighed lightly and shrugged those heavy shoulders, knowing that the boy's departure was inevitable. Even if he did give him a new view on life, the boy couldn't stay at the castle. He had his father to take care of and a life to continue back in his village. "Dance?" He blinked, looking down at him with lifted eyebrows. If there was one thing he hadn't forgotten from his time as a prince, it was dancing.<br><br>"I'd be honored," he responded sincerely and held his large hand out for him, a handsome grin splitting his face as best as he could. "I'm a bit rusty, so don't hold it against me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 09:15:40</strong>
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				Travis was amazed to find that the beast was in fact an excellent dancer; even better then he was which was saying something. He delighted in the way the Beast was able to twirl him around the room. Feeling lighter then air with the way the Beast handled him so gently. He clung to him and tried his best to keep up. Marveling at the Beasts grace despite his size. They danced for what seemed like hours until finally; Travis began to yawn his steps slowed and he leaned on beast a bit more then he needed to at the beginning of their dance. Telling the Beast he was tired the two of them walked to his room; where Travis gave the Beast a long hug goodnight; kissing the side of his head and telling him with as much sincerity as he could manage. "Tonight was magical. I'll never forget it." He smiled up at the Beast; looking into his eyes with what one might call love sparkling in his eyes. "I loved feeling like a princess. Thank you."<br><br>He turned to go with his hand still on the Beasts but he paused in the door way looking over his shoulder at him for a moment. He wanted to tell him that he loved him. Wanted to give him that before he left. Wanted him to at least know that he really did care for the Beast. But that would only hurt him... because what if that didn't break the spell?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 23:54:20</strong>
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				The immense beast just chuckled as he felt the figure leaning comfortably against his much bigger one, a sign of exhaustion on Travis' part. "Neither will I." He gave a gentle nod of his head, a handsome grin spread over his rather brutish features. That large hand held gingerly onto the smaller one, cradling it so lightly until the other turned away and then looked over his shoulder.<br><br>"I... have a good night, Travis." He gave a light nod of his head, a weak smile on his own face. "Sleep well, hm?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 00:26:58</strong>
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				"Beast..." Travis started looking back at him nervously before finally; moving forward and jumping up slightly to wrap his arms around the Beast and pull him down. Kissing him on the cheek afraid that he might nick himself on the Beasts massive teeth. He held onto him; hiding his face against his fur and whispered into him "I love you." in as small of a voice as he could before letting go. Attempting to slip back into his room. Not wanting to hear if the Beast responded back to him negatively. Not being able to bear that idea. <br><br>The beast made Travis feel normal, accepted, safe. All the things he's ever wanted to be able to feel with a person. How could he not love him?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty and his Beast [Punk*Poisin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>01-02-2012, 23:56:08</strong>
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				The enormous man was tugged down suddenly, enough for the other's lips to press softly against his cheek. Those eyes were wide as could be as he stared down at him, a hand coming up to rest over the place where the lips had been pressed. He had his mouth open in wonder, for the man had not seen it coming or could believe that such words would come out of the boy's mouth.<br><br>Silence came from the hallway for the longest time before the steady thump of the man's feet were heard, moving off toward his own quarters.
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