The Beast wriggles happily in his chair, and when Belle opens her eyes into the real world again—
He's still there, tall and fluffy and catlike. Nothing about her perception of the real world has changed.
But... behind him, or beside him, somehow existing in exactly the same place while being simultaneously and mutually visible, there is the image of a man with a familiar face, smiling a familiar smile. He is somewhat older than seventeen, but still not yet into his prime, let alone past it. The two images move together, the Beast in physical reality and the man in the reality of true essence.
Neither image is wearing any clothing. And unlike his Beast-form, his man-form needs it.
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Date: 2013-03-13 07:08 pm (UTC)He's still there, tall and fluffy and catlike. Nothing about her perception of the real world has changed.
But... behind him, or beside him, somehow existing in exactly the same place while being simultaneously and mutually visible, there is the image of a man with a familiar face, smiling a familiar smile. He is somewhat older than seventeen, but still not yet into his prime, let alone past it. The two images move together, the Beast in physical reality and the man in the reality of true essence.
Neither image is wearing any clothing. And unlike his Beast-form, his man-form needs it.