http://onmyouji-subaru.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] onmyouji-subaru.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-09-10 01:39 am

Food, Glorious Food~ [completed]

Character(s): Subaru, Belle and anyone else.
Content: Subaru and Belle proceeds to get food.
Setting: Porfavore's (I5)
Time: Late afternoon; Week 2
Warnings: None yet~


The delicious smell wafting from inside the small building that is Porfavore's does not help Subaru's hunger at all. The place seemed very inviting, the wooden plank with 'Porfavore's' painted on it messily and the occasional roar of laughter errupting from inside the place adds to the welcoming atmosphere of the restaurant. Subaru lets himself smile a little as he is reminded of Hokuto's deafening laughter. He can hear Hokuto laughing from behind him, and then scoffing and telling him he should appreciate her shopping trips more and wear the clothes she bought him.

He shakes his head with a smile, trying to wave the apparition away. Even though the place makes him remember Hokuto, it is Hokuto's smile that he remembers, and so he is in a very amiable mood. He is glad that Belle had chosen this place. He loves the human way the sign had been painted. He loves the mixed smell of many kinds of food being cooked and the deafening laughter that one will only ever share with one's close friends. Well, except for people like Hokuto, he muses. She laughs like that to anyone anywhere. He loves her for that anyway.

Subaru says no word to Belle, nodding at her and walking towards the door instead. He does this still with a slight glimmer in his eyes, however, and maybe there is a tinge of emerald in those grey eyes of his.

[identity profile] belleleera.livejournal.com 2006-09-13 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
He was right, about Belle worrying. She listened to his story very calmly. How awful for a six year old to have seen that, she thought. Belle was not a violent person by nature, but even she could see why Subaru needed to get back home to finish off this murder business. Although it seemed to her that he might be safer in this city. Not that she doubted his ability to take care of things, but she didn’t want him to experience any more pain. Seeing someone murdered is something that never leaves you. And she had a feeling that there was more to the story, but she would never press him for more. She saw that it bothered him very much.

She took a sip of her water before she started speaking. “My story is a fairytale really” She smiles. “I lived on the edge of a small town with my father. He’s an inventor you know. He made one device that chops wood for you. It was really great, until it crashed and broke anyhow.” She laughs a little. The town didn’t really like us much. They thought my father was too eccentric, and they made fun of him a lot. Especially that awful Gaston” She frowned. She should not have brought him up. He made her so angry! “He was the most, arrogant, conceited, overbearing, jerk you could ever meet” She said with much more anger than she intended.

She blushed when she realized it. “I’m sorry. But you see, he nearly killed the love of my life, and tried to lock my father up in an asylum. But I should say too many mean things. I’m pretty certain he’s dead. He did fall off of the high balcony of the castle after all. But I’m getting ahead of myself.” Belle shook her head to clear her thoughts. She was surprised she wasn’t telling her own story better. But she was still a little preoccupied with his story to think too clearly. She was still wondering if the person he saw murdered was someone close to him or not.