[ Belle wakes from a dream into another, into another, into another, a spiral dizzying her to the point that she's not sure if she ever stumbled to the mansion at all.
She came here to keep her child safe. Protected and peaceful among the trees, she had planned to regroup after the baby was born (and it's not like this place is a happy home, and nobody's charged her for the night's she's been here, so who's really going to complain about her spending several more months in one of the rooms?), but the walls seem to close in on her more every day until they've tangled within her subconscious. Staircases shift, lurid colors flash beyond the windows, and Belle can't breathe in her room. So she rises to walk the dark halls.
Her stomach growls, like a tremble, like a snarl, and it almost knocks Belle to her feet. She shoots a hand out against the wall to keep her balance before it rolls through her again. She cries out and clutches at her stomach, hunching over, and there's sharpness, but no pain or warning sensations — only an intense, overwhelming hunger.
Limbs shaking, Belle moves down the hallway, fingers sticking on the texture of the walls. She comes to the first door she finds and beats the wood of it, leaning on the doorframe, until she rattles the doorknob. Whoever resides there might have something of a surprise when the movement on the walls is different tonight, more insistent, tangible, and absolutely ravenous. ]
belle | ouat ( going with dream curse bc i inspired myself, but open to other things!! )
She came here to keep her child safe. Protected and peaceful among the trees, she had planned to regroup after the baby was born (and it's not like this place is a happy home, and nobody's charged her for the night's she's been here, so who's really going to complain about her spending several more months in one of the rooms?), but the walls seem to close in on her more every day until they've tangled within her subconscious. Staircases shift, lurid colors flash beyond the windows, and Belle can't breathe in her room. So she rises to walk the dark halls.
Her stomach growls, like a tremble, like a snarl, and it almost knocks Belle to her feet. She shoots a hand out against the wall to keep her balance before it rolls through her again. She cries out and clutches at her stomach, hunching over, and there's sharpness, but no pain or warning sensations — only an intense, overwhelming hunger.
Limbs shaking, Belle moves down the hallway, fingers sticking on the texture of the walls. She comes to the first door she finds and beats the wood of it, leaning on the doorframe, until she rattles the doorknob. Whoever resides there might have something of a surprise when the movement on the walls is different tonight, more insistent, tangible, and absolutely ravenous. ]