(Disney) Découverte
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salmon_pinkTitle: Découverte
Fandom: Disney (Beauty And The Beast/The Hunchback Of Notre Dame)
Pairing: Belle/Esmeralda
Rating: G
Words: 483
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_women, prompt "found".
Paris wasn’t exactly what Belle had expected.
Her dearly-departed father’s success with his inventions had come late in his life, and the money he had left to her had been more than enough to travel across the country and find a home in a small room above a bakery, where the air always smelled deliciously of freshly baked bread. She’d found a job in a small bookshop, where she happily spent her days, the nights spent exploring and admiring the beautiful architecture of the city.
She was content, but still Belle couldn’t help that yearning that had settled in the back of her mind.
She had a happy life, and she should be glad, but Belle wanted adventure.
It was just a morning like the one before, walking towards the bookshop, when her routine was interrupted. A woman dashed across her path, and Belle caught a glimpse of dark skin and darker hair, full lips spread in a smile.
The woman’s eyes met hers for only the briefest of moments, bright and playful and alive, and Belle felt a shiver steal up her spine, heart suddenly racing within her chest.
And then the woman was gone, disappearing around a corner, a small goat hurrying after her.
Two soldiers of the King’s Guard sprinted down the street, clearly following the woman, their faces drawn in grim frowns, fists curled around the hilt of their swords.
There was barely a moment to react, but the familiar rush of water and clatter of old gutters overhead made up Belle’s mind for her. She reached up, flicking the hanging shop sign above her so it swung on its hinge, just as a flood of water overflowed from the gutter above. The movement of the sign sent the water cascading over the soldiers, and they stumbled to a halt, blustering and snarling and positively soaked.
They turned to glare at her, but Belle only shrugged and smiled benignly, pointing to the window overhead where the candlemaker’s wife was holding her upturned bucket, same as always this time of the morning. She was a kind woman, Belle knew, but not one to suffer fools, and she glowered down at the soldiers as if daring them to comment.
They apparently thought better, and Belle stifled the urge to laugh as they skulked away, water sloshing beneath their armour.
It was certainly an interesting start to the day, and Belle let herself into the bookshop, a wide smile on her face.
Only it transpired that she wasn’t alone.
The woman from before was already inside, waiting for her. Leaning casually against the far wall, arms crossed beneath her chest. “My name is Esmeralda,” she purred, looking Belle over with appreciation. “I believe I owe you my thanks.”
Belle felt her stomach flutter, her face instantly heating at the look in Esmeralda’s eyes.
It looked like she’d found her adventure after all.
Fandom: Disney (Beauty And The Beast/The Hunchback Of Notre Dame)
Pairing: Belle/Esmeralda
Rating: G
Words: 483
Notes: For
100_women, prompt "found".Paris wasn’t exactly what Belle had expected.
Her dearly-departed father’s success with his inventions had come late in his life, and the money he had left to her had been more than enough to travel across the country and find a home in a small room above a bakery, where the air always smelled deliciously of freshly baked bread. She’d found a job in a small bookshop, where she happily spent her days, the nights spent exploring and admiring the beautiful architecture of the city.
She was content, but still Belle couldn’t help that yearning that had settled in the back of her mind.
She had a happy life, and she should be glad, but Belle wanted adventure.
It was just a morning like the one before, walking towards the bookshop, when her routine was interrupted. A woman dashed across her path, and Belle caught a glimpse of dark skin and darker hair, full lips spread in a smile.
The woman’s eyes met hers for only the briefest of moments, bright and playful and alive, and Belle felt a shiver steal up her spine, heart suddenly racing within her chest.
And then the woman was gone, disappearing around a corner, a small goat hurrying after her.
Two soldiers of the King’s Guard sprinted down the street, clearly following the woman, their faces drawn in grim frowns, fists curled around the hilt of their swords.
There was barely a moment to react, but the familiar rush of water and clatter of old gutters overhead made up Belle’s mind for her. She reached up, flicking the hanging shop sign above her so it swung on its hinge, just as a flood of water overflowed from the gutter above. The movement of the sign sent the water cascading over the soldiers, and they stumbled to a halt, blustering and snarling and positively soaked.
They turned to glare at her, but Belle only shrugged and smiled benignly, pointing to the window overhead where the candlemaker’s wife was holding her upturned bucket, same as always this time of the morning. She was a kind woman, Belle knew, but not one to suffer fools, and she glowered down at the soldiers as if daring them to comment.
They apparently thought better, and Belle stifled the urge to laugh as they skulked away, water sloshing beneath their armour.
It was certainly an interesting start to the day, and Belle let herself into the bookshop, a wide smile on her face.
Only it transpired that she wasn’t alone.
The woman from before was already inside, waiting for her. Leaning casually against the far wall, arms crossed beneath her chest. “My name is Esmeralda,” she purred, looking Belle over with appreciation. “I believe I owe you my thanks.”
Belle felt her stomach flutter, her face instantly heating at the look in Esmeralda’s eyes.
It looked like she’d found her adventure after all.
