Beast had finally started getting used to Paixao. All of it was still foreign, still unfamiliar, but it was growing less...intimidating, as each day passed. His heavy footfalls were more controlled, more quiet--he could no longer be heard coming before you ever saw him, unless he was yelling. It still happened often, Beast losing him temper over something small, then suddenly racing to an empty space to hide himself in shame.

He hadn't used the journal yet, even though Ian had shown him how. Beast was just too nervous, anxious of someone finding out what he really was, after talking to them for a long time. The rose...it had wilted more, but less quickly than before. But it drained his hope, as each petal fell. It now stayed in his room at Irelia, a run-down place that reminded him of his castle, though only one room in the place belonged to him.

The enchanted flower shone brightly as he walked out of his apartment, going out into the streets to relieve himself of the cramped feeling the room gave him.