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Once Upon A Time	By : Madame_Lazla Category: +1 through F > Beauty and the Beast (Disney) > Beauty and the Beast (Disney) Views: 11063 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Once Upon A Time…Adam Had A Fit
Adam couldn’t believe it. He really couldn’t.
Of all the foul, conniving, immature, underhanded, BASTARD things Gaston could ever do, this was the limit. Adam had LITERALLY let him get away with bloody murder, but who was he to order a redecoration of Adam’s most personal possession and then demand to stay in the room of his spurned lover!? He had pushed his luck much too far – Adam’s grudging fondness of the man did not render him stupid, for Christ’s sake.
It had been the first time he’d ever been in Belle’s room other than to show it to her when she was his prisoner. The pastel green door with gold trimming had set his heart pounding painfully. The four poster bed with the rose engraved headboard stood next to the no-longer enchanted dresser. It was already brimming with the bastard’s newly sewn winter garments. It was strange to note how the room hadn’t changed at all physically, but the aura changed. Regardless of the gentle pastel colours and feminine emblems, it was not soft or delicate as the room had seemed with Belle. It was rougher, sharper – as if she had never been there at all. He had desecrated it.
Adam paced in the entrance hall, stomping his boots with as much force as he could exert without breaking his ankles. Gaston was out doing LORD knows what LORD knows where and Adam had waited – for the best part of nine hours – until he returned.
Autumn was truly colder than usual: the leaves seemed to be bronzing and falling at a faster rate than Adam could blink; the wind howled incessantly and the night fell much too fast. In any other situation, Adam would have been afraid for the brute’s wellbeing, being out there and vulnerable to the Influenza and shadows and packs of wolves. But he was far too aggravated, too guilty for letting this dangerous dalliance get to this point, to care. He wanted Gaston alive so he could kill him.
The large, dark doors opened, summoning an icy breeze. Adam felt his blood boil to an unbearable temperature when he saw the familiar figure stride in, a large cloth bag slung carelessly off his shoulder. A dark, recently-repressed part of his being was soothed by his arrival and excited by the smug expression. He wanted to lunge upon the man and beat his face in as if his very life depended on it. He wanted to rip the infidel with his bare hands. But, them being who they were, the blows would never carry the meaning Adam wanted. Not this time.
“How dare you? How dare you!” Gaston started a bit, not expecting to find Adam there and not expecting the indignation in his voice. Adam marched towards him, but stayed far enough that both their arms could stretch between them. His guest’s eyes looked startled, but he did not say a thing. Adam continued:
“Who do you think you are? Do you really think you’re that important? That special? That the world revolves around you and your wants and your whim? That your beauty will be enough to get whatever you want? Now, I’ve played your game long enough – I am not your nanny; I am not your slave and I will never – NEVER! – be your friend! Do you have absolutely no consideration of others? Stomping around like you own this place when all I want you to do is fucking leave! Who gave you the right to fix the West Wing? MY West Wing! God? Are you God now, Gaston? Who said you can go about soiling my fiancée’s room, like you’re moving in? Is your head that far up your ass?”
Adam looked wild, frantic; his voice raising and booming with every new sentence.
“And you think you can just stroll into my life and fuck around with my brain? Know what – winter can’t end soon enough. Saving your ass was the BIGGEST mistake in my life and I regret it very thoroughly every day!”
Most of Adam’s hair had escaped and was encircling his rather red face. His breathing came fast and shallow and his eyes, usually kind, had a long-lost cruelness in them.
Gaston was the exact opposite. His face had become devoid of all emotion and his eyes, usually piercing, seemed softened and hardened at the same time. His jaw tightened from where he was chewing on the inside of his cheek. His breathing came out deliberately slow and deep, as if he was forcing it out. He looked at Adam with an eerie calm – the young prince had been expecting a shouting match, a retort, a glare, something.
When Gaston finally moved two excruciatingly long minutes later, it was to sling the brown sack off his shoulder and throw it onto the floor at Adam’s feet. Without looking at the smaller man, he muttered a blank “You’re welcome,” and walked past Adam towards the stairs. Adam watched, stunned, as he took them 3 at a time, head bent as he did so. When he moved his gaze down to the bag at his feet he was moved to shock and indescribable guilt.
For it held the corpses of a young doe and a few large rodents – enough food to keep them going for a fortnight.
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