paixaorpg | A Lonesome Prince [Completed]

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A Lonesome Prince [Completed]

Character(s): Beast and Lumiere (and Mrs. Potts is welcome too~)
Content: Beast needs some cheering up after Cogsworth's disappearance
Setting: Beast's apartment
Time: Morning
Warnings: OH GOD THE EMO

A low growl rumbled in Beast's chest. His bedroom, which had already been in shambles, was now unrecognizable for the destruction he had caused, but nothing had changed. No matter how much he wanted it to, lashing out never helped. It never did anything but remind him of what he had become. And now...the only thing...the only person, that had been a certain sign of salvation...had just disappeared.

But...it wasn't just that. As Beast put a paw over the glass case that held the rose, he turned his face away. He was slowly realizing that he wasn't angry that Cogsworth was gone because he'd given Beast hope. He was sad that he had lost the companionship of someone he'd known for so long. He hadn't understood, while he was in the castle, how much every one of his servants meant to him. He had never thought about what it would be like to lose them until...he had come here, and had been forced to live without any of them. Then Lumiere had shown up, and Mrs. Potts, and Cogsworth. It had been like he was home, and for a time he felt like everything would be all right. He would get Belle to fall in love with him, and they would all be human again just like Cogsworth was. Beast...hadn't been expecting to lose him again. And when it happened...it hurt more than he would ever have thought it would. He had heard about people disappearing over the journals, but...he'd never thought it could happen to someone he was close to.

And now, with the threat of losing Belle suddenly very real, Beast could barely find the strength anymore to lift his shoulders. He turned his eyes back to the rose, only to watch another petal drift gracefully to the bottom of the case. He had precious little time left...and everything he'd been hoping for was being taken from him. What was he supposed to do, if he couldn't make Belle love him soon? What hope would be left?

What if...she disappeared too? How could he face Lumiere and Mrs. Potts?

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Lumiere peered cautiously into the bedroom, taken aback by the destruction which had occurred within it. He had heard the beast’s rage, the crash of furniture as it collided with the wall, the wail of fabric as it was torn apart, and cries of anguish which escaped the beast. However, he had not the courage to face his master at that time. Not until he had calmed himself. Far be it for Lumiere to put himself in harm’s way. He knew the beast would never do anything to harm him, but when in a mood so foul, anything was possible. After all, it was not only the loss of Cogsworth they mourned, but that of hope. Their dream of being human again was slipping. That was plenty to grieve about.

Slowly the candelabra’s eyes travelled from the floor to the ceiling, mouth agape at the damage that had been caused. Mon Dieu! He had certainly left no piece of the décor untouched, nothing but the rose. It was there his gaze finally settled, watching as yet another petal fell. And though he had not a heart, he could feel something inside him fall. He turned to Beast who could be found looking through the bell jar at the rose, blue eyes deep in thought.

“I see you have redecorated.” He noted lightly, though was sure his comment would fall short of humours. “I must admit, I had never been particularly fond on the pink.” Hopping further inside the room, a soft clanking sound following him as Lumiere moved across the floor. “Master,” he began again, a familiar soft and well trained tone escaping him. “You have not left your room in days. We have been so very worried. It is of no good to spend such time in such a dark and dismal place.” The only light that appeared present in the room was that which radiated from the rose and himself. “Have you slept? Have you eaten?” Lumiere was not sure why he had asked such questions when he knew the answers.

Wordlessly, Beast turned to face Lumiere. A low rumble echoed through the room, but it was far from threatening. More, it was downright pitiful. Even large and imposing as Beast was, for all he appeared now, he was no more frightening than Lumiere. He seemed like a lost child, alone amidst the ruins of the furniture.

At the servant's question, he quickly looked away, the growl this time more dismissive. He did not need the reminder of how little good his self-enforced solitude had done him. Lumiere knew the answers already, and he knew that Beast would not speak them. He would also know precisely what Beast's further silence meant--though often the servant ignored the unspoken command to leave anyway.

Lumiere saw not a beast, but indeed a child behind such deep blue eyes. Lost, alone, and most undoubtedly troubled. And for the first in the longest of time he could remember, he wished he could hug the prince, comfort him in some form, even if that were only to place his hand atop the boys shoulder. But he could not offer the prince such things. He had far outgrown that; he was no longer a child but a man, a man in need of the right guidance. And as long as the prince needed him, he would never leave his side, for the beast was not the only stubborn one.

“Master, I could be wrong, but famine may not be the most effective course of action. What if you are to become ill? Then you will truly be forced to stay inside even when you wish not.” A small smirk appeared across his features at this thought, recalling a time in his younger days when the Master had been forced to do just that. After months of refusal to venture outdoors and enjoy the snow covered grounds, it was only after he had caught a cold he and been forced to stay in his chambers had he longed to go out tobogganing. By the time he had gotten over illness, the snow had already melted and the prince had lost his chance to play in it. Such a tantrum he had thrown.

“It is unwise to confine yourself like this.” He told the beast firmly. “Though it is important you remember that which you have lost, you must not lose sight of all which you still have. You must embrace it, something you cannot do sitting in here.” The candelabra sighed. “We all know how hard it has been since Cogsworth’s congé, however, we are not lucky enough to have truly rid of him; he will await our return to the castle as the rest of the staff.”

It had happened before, more than once. Beast would stay locked in his room, refusing company and food, for days at a time, until finally he would become so ill that he had no choice but to allow his servants to tend to him and nurse him back to health. The memory left a sour taste in his mouth.

He growled again. "What if everything ends up the same? What if I lose you or Mrs. Potts? How is that going to help me?" The questions, while demanding, spoke volumes of how Beast had changed in these long months spent outside his castle. His realization of that showed. He hadn't thought about it until now, but...if he were still in the castle, and something like this had happened, he would still be refusing Lumiere's company. Not only that, but he would be screaming in rage.

"What would you have me do?" he asked more softly.

Taken aback by Beast’s question, Lumiere looked at him in surprise, blinking several times as he tried to process what he had been asked. It almost sounded as though… he cared about them; his servants. He had never expressed such feelings before nor had he ever truly acknowledged their efforts. At least, not before Paixao it would seem. Lumiere could recall many times which he had prepared the boy his favourite meal when he had felt low, tended to his bumps and bruises with Mrs. Potts and on several occasions rescued him from one of Cogsworth’s many boring lessons and not once had the prince shown the slightest gratitude. Of course, he as well as the other servants had grown accustoms to it and by no means had expected it. But to now think that maybe, maybe, he did appreciate their efforts, perhaps even cared for them after years of viewing them as no more than objects which they had now become…

The beast’s voice returned him from his wandering train of thought, a question of what would he have him do. Well, for one he would make Beast march right up to Belle and kiss her on the lips but he could not imagine the beast ever being that obedient. Instead, he would choose an easier task, or so I would have been to most. But Beast it would prove difficult and a true test of his changed integrity. The candelabra smiled knowingly in return to the beast. “You must meet new people.” He told him, flames flickering as though somehow threatened by the new winds of change. “This girl, Mademoiselle Vanille, is right. And she appears eager to meet you. I believe you should treat the mademoiselle to dinner, accompany her for a stroll, or perhaps otherwise that may be to her interests.”

“As for Mrs. Potts and myself, I have told you before, you have changed greatly during your time here. I am confident in your ability to care for yourself now, your savoir-faire. However, should you find yourself in doubt, I am confident the friends you make will be glad to help you along the way. Surely such is the case with the girl, Belle.” At this, the candlestick chuckled.

"...I won't take anyone to dinner except for Belle." Beast's quickness in that reply surprised him. He leaned back just a little and furrowed his brow. He'd said it numerous times by now...he loved her. He didn't...he didn't want to have to start over, not for anything. Even if it meant staying like this forever.

"I'll...I'll meet with Vanille, but it won't be a date. And I'm not going to dinner with her." Ever the spoiled prince even now, Beast made those commands, complete with something of a growl. Not much of one, really, but the tone was final.

Lumiere resisted the urge to roll his eyes. There was such thing as a simple dinner in the company of the opposite gender solely as friends. Although he would still refer to it as a ‘date’, just in a different context than the prince had in mind. Ah, well. To explain may have only confused the beast and worked him up again. Besides, he had already agreed to socialize and that was more than enough to make the servant content. Well, almost.

“Very well.” he replied with a sigh of defeat. “But if you will not eat with her I beg of you to at least eat something here before you meet with the girl.” There really was no sense in Beast starving himself. It was a punishment far undeserved and watching the prince waste away was just one more thing he would have preferred not to endure.

"...Fine." Beast didn't look at Lumiere as he pouted. "Prepare a meal for me, I'll be out soon. I need to...put my room back together."

That was one of many, many things that Beast had said since coming into Paixao that he never thought he would say.

Put… his room back together? Now, Lumiere knew for a fact that he no longer had ears but he could not help but find himself doubting them. The prince had never accounted for his actions like that. Never. To hear such words escape his mouth… The candelabra found himself wondering they had even been his, if he had simply been hearing tings. He stared at the beast, finding himself at a loss for words. He was going to fix the bedroom. He was going to fix it himself. Imagine that. Hopefully that didn’t mean rolling on another coat of pink paint too, though Lumiere doubted it.

“O-of course, Master.” He replied, suddenly overcome with the feeling of excitement. His flames burned brightly on their wicks, rising ever so tall as he began to hop toward the kitchen. “At once!” Just wait until he told Mrs. Potts this news.

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