[AU] Beau-ty and Liz-Beast

[Elizabeth Edison]

His logic took her a while to get but when she did, she was enraged. "And what, your parents never taught you not to enter someone's property and go wandering?" She harrumphed and made sure the rose and glass case was still intact. She sighed when she saw just how many petals had fallen.

The beast took to his questions like they were acid. "Don't ask too many questions. My God, are all minstrels this annoying? Maybe I made a mistake locking you up here. I'm the one being taught a lesson rather than you." She shook her head before the contents of her hair was called to attention. She rummaged through her nest and sure enough, she came up with a strand of angel hair pasta.

She contemplated on eating it but decided to flick it away.

"Seriously, now I'm gonna have to lock you up. You leave me no choice." She tugged at the minstrel's sleeve and pulled him to get out of the room.

[Beau LaRoux]

"Not really: had a bunch of siblings an' we kinda moved 'round a lot," said Beau, adding another shrug. She pushed him away from the case and he more or less moved away without fighting her too much. Beau supposed he could try to get into some big fight or contest or something, but it sounded like more work than he really wanted to go through right now. Plus, he was a minstrel, and really just too pretty to fight or something.

"Yeah, we pretty much are,' he agreed, smiling as she watched her dig the pasta out of her hair. "you know, you'd probably look right-- hey!" he let out the last cry as the beast started pulling him, tugging on his sleeve and getting him out of the room. It didn't take long, since she happened to be a lot stronger than she looked and all. She followed up by talking about locking up though, which...

"Like, do you mean in the kinky sense, like that one kinda disturbin' movie book thing or do you mean, like, throwin' me in a dungeon an' throwin' 'way the key an' all?" Beau asked. "'cuz it's kinda an important distinction an' all."

And it would probably make a big difference as to what direction this whole experience was about to go.

[Elizabeth Edison]

"Ew, I don't care for sappy backstories. This isn't some child friendly conglomerate creation. This is real life!" She yelled as she yanked him away from the rose.

Having him pulled behind her, the beast turned her nose up when there was a mention of a book movie thing and kinks and dungeons that she didn't care for either.

"Which one do you prefer?" She asked finally as they neared the room she was going to put him in.

[Beau LaRoux]

"Or is it just fantasy?" wondered Beau, mostly to himself. The beast was already pulling him along, though he did take one last look at the floating rose. He couldn't quite believe how pristine it looked, except, well, it had obviously started to wilt or something.

"Hey your rose is startin'--" he began, pointing, but they'd already left the room (the beast moved fast). He stared after the door for a few moments longer, but, well, he didn't have much more time to do that. They were already kinda moving really fast and all. The whole castle kind of flashed along, though Beau thought he saw a few servants looking at him. A few looked like they'd just been in the middle of a song and dance number.

"Shouldn't this be some kinda musical?" he asked, turning to look up at the beast. "like, where i charm you with the powers of song or we have one of those deep, intensely emotional moments an' all through song? You got yourself a set of pipes there, so I'm bettin' you could really belt it out."

[Elizabeth Edison]

The beast turned to look at her captive with furrowed eyebrows. "What?" She asked. "Did you just talk about getting caught in a landslide?" She asked, a little frustrated.

She paid no heed to his next words until they were close to the room. And when they approached the stop, the beast dropped the minstrel on the floor and kicked the door open.

At the mention of music, her heart soared before she thumped at her chest to stop it from fluttering. "Stupid. This isn't a high school. And I told you, this isn't some fantasy world where cupboards have perfectly fitted clothes for petite ladies and candles have French accents. If you're gonna be stuck here, you might as well resign to that fact this is more of a horror show than a fairytale. Now get your minstrelly booty in the room and cry like a man!"

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau definitely could use an escape from reality about now, but he didn't want to quite continue the joke. Who knows where things could go form there? Besides, they were already at the room or something now, at least, Beau was pretty sure they'd hit that point in the story. Things had gotten a little fuzzy, though he couldn't be sure if that was his memory, Fate, Nu, or just Liz's body odor.

"Aw, but you gotta admit, we're about as mismatched as a jock an' a strangely pretty nerd girl or somethin',' said Beau, gesturing. He didn't put up much more fight as he headed into the room though, mostly because resisting a she-beast sounded like a good way to end up in even deeper trouble. Beau had enough on his plate, thank you very much. He was pretty sure that his family was--

well, actually they were probably thrilled to have Beau off somewhere, and they'd probably just invite the she-beast to a good old fashioned dinner and hoedown.

"I ain't gonna do no cryin'!" insisted Beau, turning to look defiantly at the she-beast. "I'll jus' compose some songs or somethin'. Maybe make your heart bloom like that there rose of yours," he winked and grinned.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Sneering at the other blonde, the beast gave a bark of laughter at the notion that she could even be deemed as a nerd in a high school setting. "Unless you mean I'm the jock and you're the nerd then yeah, I guess you're right. Ya flute-tootin' ninny."

She laughed, quite maniacally, when the guitar playing weirdly named fellow insisted he wasn't going to cry. Her laughter stopped when he seemed to think that serenading her would be a good idea. She was not going to let him think it was a good idea. Because it was a very good idea.

"Compose...you know what, I'm taking that guitar of yours. Give it. Now."

[Beau LaRoux]

Probably the first time that anyone had called Beau any variation of nerd. He simply didn't know how to respond to that, and mostly stood there, blinking, staring at the she-beast and wondering where she got off calling him that. Just as he was about to say something though, she'd started laughing in a manner that reminded him of the whole beast part of she-beast.

"What? C'mon, you've already locked me in your kinda creepy dungeon castle thing, an' you should totally get people to clean up in here by the by. You could at least leave me my guitar. It's the decent thing to do," said Beau. he also clung to the guitar rather tightly. To further ensure that he actually had it in prison, Beau actually scooted toward his soon to be cell. He figured that as long as he was in there willingly and junk there would be some stipulations.

Running? Why would he do that? Not like she wouldn't catch him. Though he did think about it. Felt a little wrong though, like, from a different story or something.

[Elizabeth Edison]

The beast stared back at the minstrel and huffed with a raised eyebrow, almost daring him to say something.

Sneering at the whole cleaning up part of the conversation, the beast laughed again. "You're not a guest. Why would I want to make you comfortable? And which part of this whole experience has you convinced that I'm decent?" She asked, still laughing, clutching her stomach in amusement.

But he was already in the room and the beast didn't want to enter the room. So she sighed and let him be.

"Dinner is at seven. Be there or be square."

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau opened his mouth, wanting to start to argue that he was totally a guest, and if she'd done this the decent, right way, there would be, like, singing and dancing furniture that would proclaim just how much of a guest he really was. However, The she-beast had already started clutching her stomach, which reminded Beau that there hadn't exactly been a lot of talk regarding food and whatnot.

Said talk did come, along with a demand for dinner. Beau wondered if he should all be wanting to go and stuff, but he figured that the script probably demanded that he refuse or something along those lines. "Yeah right: I'd rather starve then eat with a beast like you! Seriously though, I'm bettin' that I'd lose my appetite right away or somethin'" his eyes drifted toward her hair, where he'd noticed the pasta before, then he looked back at the she-beast, blinking a few times.

Well, he still had a guitar. that was a good thing, right?

[Elizabeth Edison]

The beast sneered, unimpressed that the minstrel actually wanted to follow the lines word for word but whatever. She supposed she should too. For the sake of moving all this along. Life didn't exactly give them pretty transition slides after all.

"Jesus Christ. Then starve. See if I care." She rolled her eyes when she caught sight of the minstrel staring at her hair. "Don't come crawling to me when your stomach starts spraying acid all over your stomach lining." She huffed and stalked away.

In her absence however, a few of the servants did come to coax the minstrel out of the room, writing in their whiteboards, asking him whether he wanted a fresh pair of clothes and whether he would like to rethink the invitation for dinner.

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau nearly flinched at the sneer, but instead rallied, giving the she-beast a good hard glare. She definitely deserved it, acting all bestial and all that good stuff. Though Beau was beginning to wonder just how much of the story they were going to portray (though seriously, they should at least go through a few musical numbers, given who's involved and all).

Starving, something about -- "Seriously? That's kinda disgustin' an'--" began Beau only to find that he was talking to the she-beast's back. Beau sighed and then moved to sit on the bed. He had this feeling that he should be crying more manly tears or something. He sucked it up though (nearly literally). the various servants had showed up and were talking about clothes and possibly some food.

Beau accepted, getting changed into a pretty dapper suit that the she-beast apparently had for some reason. He definitely wasn't going to question getting new clothes and all, though he did have to pause for a bit and wonder just where the she-beast got these sort of things. However, he asked for the servants to bring something up. After some awkward quasi-arguing, Beau ended up agreeing to sneak down and get something.

Which he was now doing. Because time passes quickly in AU posts, apparently.

[Elizabeth Edison]

With the staff bustling around trying to make preparations for the minstrel's dinner, one of them kept stopping the others, afraid of what the beast might say if they knew the staff was feeding the hostage.

One wrote on his board: Would you play us something on your guitar?

Another wrote: We haven't heard any music since the accident.

Another wrote: We'd give you a musical number if our vocal chords hadn't been ripped out by wolves.

The food was prepared in a jiffy and the staff ushered him to the chair, showing him all the food they made. It was a glorious spread, something that couldn't be achieved if this wasn't an AU.

[Beau LaRoux]

The glory of said spread wasn't lost on Beau, who thoroughly enjoyed the food. His head swiveled to each board as they wrote, soon bobbing. He held up a finger though, letting them know he'd need a moment. Couldn't sing on an empty stomach, after all.

Soon enough, he had his food done and his guitar out. In fact, the minstrel didn't quite eat as much food as he possibly could have, as his excitement to begin playing took over. While a person couldn't live on music, at least not strictly speaking, that didn't mean that Beau didn't find it any less important. As soon as the grease and juices got off his fingers, they were strumming at the strings, and soon after that, he was playing a sweet, jaunty tune.

"I'm your guest,
I'm your guest,
put your service to the test
got a napkin 'round my neck ya see,
an' you provide the rest.

Soup cooked good,
hot flambay
why I only live to play

heard that grey stuff's quite delicious
though be careful of the dishes.

I can sing,
but I can't dance
'cuz after all dears, this ain't France.
Though the dinner here is never second best.
so thanks for a menu
an' letting me be your guest!"

Of course, he probably could've continued, even if he was carrying on all on his own with just a guitar and all...

[Elizabeth Edison]

The staff started waving their hands in lieu of clapping, thoroughly enjoying the song and once the minstrel was done, they furiously wrote on their board and showed him how much they appreciated it. One even said it was life changing.

Not long after, they started clearing the food up, happy to have been able to serve people. Well, person. One of the staff, a smallish boy, went up to Beau and wrote on his board. "I'm your personal assistant apparently. If you need anything...anything at all, don't hesitate to ask." He bowed slightly before his eyes widened at something behind Beau.

"What the hell are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here. Did they serve you food? I told you to starve! You think you're better than me? Not wanting to eat dinner with me and shit? Jesus." The beast started rambling.