So passes much of the rest of the day. Belle takes her meals in the library, careful not to spill on the books. She reads by the cooperative lanterns until her eyes are too hard to keep open, and then she bids Beast goodnight and goes to bed.
In the morning, it is so cold she can see her breath, and she has to work very hard to haul herself out from under the covers to race to her closet.
Everything is short-sleeved and none of the skirts go past her knees.
"Warmer," she says, and she shuts the closet and shivers and opens it again.
Nothing better presents itself. "Come on! It's freezing! At least build up the fire! Go on, please, give me that - that green thing I wore three days ago again, I liked that -"
The closet refuses.
Belle wraps herself in her blanket, eats only the warm parts of her breakfast, and tromps down to the library in three of the inadequate dresses layered on top of each other and the blanket on top of that, still shivering.
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Date: 2013-03-12 11:33 pm (UTC)In the morning, it is so cold she can see her breath, and she has to work very hard to haul herself out from under the covers to race to her closet.
Everything is short-sleeved and none of the skirts go past her knees.
"Warmer," she says, and she shuts the closet and shivers and opens it again.
Nothing better presents itself. "Come on! It's freezing! At least build up the fire! Go on, please, give me that - that green thing I wore three days ago again, I liked that -"
The closet refuses.
Belle wraps herself in her blanket, eats only the warm parts of her breakfast, and tromps down to the library in three of the inadequate dresses layered on top of each other and the blanket on top of that, still shivering.