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— Cᴏɴᴅᴇᴍɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ Rᴏsᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ sᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ. Wɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɪᴛ ʙʟᴇᴅ ɪᴛs ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ, sᴜᴍᴍᴏɴɪɴɢ Wɪɴᴛᴇʀ Eᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ. .:#BᴇᴀᴜᴛʏAɴᴅTʜᴇBᴇᴀsᴛ:.

[ＢＥＡＳＴ @DeathByARose]

— Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ?

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• ᴏᴘᴇɴ ғᴏʀ RP 🌹

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┊Ａ Ｎｅｗ Ｋｉｎｄ Ｏｆ Ｃｕｒｓｅ┊🌹— @LifeByARose

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@LifeByARose — Eve.

All the while inwardly sighing to the common theme of his bitter soul,

𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 ＮＥＶＥＲ 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒...

[ＢＥＡＳＴ @DeathByARose]

@LifeByARose — Beast cast his eyes heavenward, letting the light of a pale moon wash over his iced sapphire eyes, pondering what is to be done when the spell had run its course and he was left a lone 'man' in his cursed Garden of Eden, and no companion save for his unwilling —

[ＢＥＡＳＴ @DeathByARose]

@LifeByARose — railing, taking to the roof just above the place wherein the cursed rose bloomed and wilted. With every passing day, their lives heaved and sighed with each petal that fell, crumbling into dust.

Seating himself on the utmost peak of the West Wing's spire, the —

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@LifeByARose — charm of her voice. But oh, how dearly he longed to hear that voice tone speak his name in want.

Another snarl ravaged his lips, revealing the fangs that lie beneath them.

Looking to the moon, the Master set paw onto the balcony, and up onto its stone —

[ＢＥＡＳＴ @DeathByARose]

@LifeByARose — manner? So cruel as to remind him daily of a beauty he can never possess?

With his countenance snarling, he prowled the West Wing, seeking some form of respite from the torment that now haunted his formerly vacant halls. Wanting to distance himself from the —

[ＢＥＡＳＴ @DeathByARose]

@LifeByARose — it not enough that she mocked him with a curse that caused the world to forget he ever existed while in the same breath commanding him to find and learn of /love/ lest he be hideous forever? That she would go so far as to flaunt beauty at him in so ruthless a —

[ＢＥＡＳＴ @DeathByARose]

@LifeByARose — himself, for his confused and aggravated state. She was the daughter of a common thief! How then is it that she continued to bind his tongue and still his soul while his temper still raged? What rogue trick had the Enchantress set loose in his empty Castle? Was —

[ＢＥＡＳＴ @DeathByARose]

@LifeByARose — serve. That boy who had been caged at the deathbed of his mother...

This... Woman in all her doleful splendour seemed to pick away at the stone heart, as if striving to shed some crack of light onto the trapped spirit that lay hidden inside.

He was wroth with —

[ＢＥＡＳＴ @DeathByARose]

@LifeByARose — preferred such pride. No, the parts she stirred within him were the dormant and dusted remains of his former innocence.

That youthful child who was crushed beneath the weight of his Father's vanity. That still bright-eyed and sweet boy, so eager to love and —

[ＢＥＡＳＴ @DeathByARose]

@LifeByARose — flesh... Ever since the Beauty had entered the castle, she stirred in him the remnant of his former life, yet even then it was not the parts of himself he once held in such high regard. He felt no pride over her or even in himself, and by the spires he'd have —

[ＢＥＡＳＴ @DeathByARose]

@LifeByARose She perplexed him...

A vexing emotion he would rather do without. Was this another cruel trick of the Enchantress? To send him another cursed gift? Or was he simply gifted with another curse in plain sight? One who walked the halls in a tabernacle of warm —

[ＢＥＡＳＴ @DeathByARose]

@BewareTheRose 🌹— As well as #Gaston over on @NobilityOfSin

[ＢＥＡＳＴ @DeathByARose]

🌹— I also have my alt #Beast account @BewareTheRose that I need to get active.

[ＢＥＡＳＴ | ɢ ᴀ s ᴛ ᴏ ɴ @NobilityOfSin]

— could dig into the centre of the bone, allowing him to gorge himself on the soft marrow within. His thick, almost wolf like tail flicked contentedly while his piercing eyes gazed out the mouth of the den, jaws still stained with deep crimson.

[ＢＥＡＳＴ | ɢ ᴀ s ᴛ ᴏ ɴ @NobilityOfSin]

— his den and yet it suddenly seemed more like home than it had in the previous months.

The loud snap of bone echoed in the waning twilight, and the succulent taste of marrow drizzled over his tongue. With a satisfied grunt, he angled his jaws so that one of his long canines —

[ＢＥＡＳＴ | ɢ ᴀ s ᴛ ᴏ ɴ @NobilityOfSin]

— echoing silence of the never ending winter that condemned him, he growled softly with every breath. Absently chewing away on the leg bone that remained from his most recent kill, he idly pondered over memories too distant to fully recall. Tufts of fur scattered the floor of —

[ＢＥＡＳＴ | ɢ ᴀ s ᴛ ᴏ ɴ @NobilityOfSin]

#OpenStarter

The months stretched on and soon the metallic tang of blood took on a sweeter flavour. It coated his throat the way the stiff ales back at the tavern used too, and the meat that filled his belly was as divine as any sizzling, slow cooked roast. Sitting in the —

[ＢＥＡＳＴ @DeathByARose]

@OfBibliophilia 🌹— I'm keen to get some writing in. I don't know if I'm still at the same calibre as I once was but I'm willing to give it a shot

[ＢＥＡＳＴ @DeathByARose]

🌹— I find my muse here has woken with a vengeance. Are there any in the #BaTB fandom who are still awake?