[AU] Beau-ty and Liz-Beast

[Beau LaRoux]

The applause suited Beau well, and he grinned and nodded and generally thanked them for their, well, thanks and all. The appearance of a personal assistant just pleased him to no end, and he was about ask the guy his name when the assistant started freaking out. That caused Beau to pause and tilt his head, wondering just what could've gotten the guy all worked up like that.

The voice that came from behind him told him.

Beau jumped, but only for a moment. Soon he was turning, putting on his most charming smile as he looked up at the seething she-beast. "Well, I don't think it's so much thinkin' I'm better or nothin'. You ain't exactly been pleasant though, an' I was gettin' kinda hungry, so I figured that I'd save us both the trouble. Now that you're here though, I could play you another song or somethin'. I think we kinda skipped the one about bonjourno or somethin'."

He plucked a bit more of an upbeat tune on the guitar and really looked ready to go.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Ooh, that smile. The beast wished she could just smack that smile off the boy's face. But no. That would mean abuse. And animal abuse was frowned upon in most societies.

"Why exactly should I be pleasant to a trespasser?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. The offer for another song was met with an exasperated sigh. "No thanks. Not now. Later. Maybe."

Looking at her staff, she crooked a finger at one of them. "Make me dinner. And you...stay away from the west wing. Seriously. You shouldn't have been there in the first place. Now go to your room and tune your guitar or something."

[Beau LaRoux]

You know, it was odd, but Beau could've sworn that for a second there, the she-beast almost looked cute. There was just something there underneath the grime and bad hair and perpetual scowl that appealed to Beau in some way. Or maybe he just happened to like girls with a little fire in their belly. His mother didn't raise him to appreciate pushovers, those fainting types and all that.

So maybe he just had a beast fetish? Liked furries or something?

Best not to go there: gotta keep ToS in mind and all.

"'cuz I'm your guest an' all," replied Beau easily, answering the rhetorical question regarding why she should be nice to him. He still hadn't lost his cool either, nor that "charming" smile that seemed ever present on his face. "I'm sure you'll give in eventually."

He supposed he ought to be running in terror about now, but really, she just looked cute. in fact: "you know, you kinda look cute when you're angry. Shows in yer eyes an' all," he pointed and nodded. But the servants (particularly the one that had supposedly been assigned to him) had already started tugging at his sleeve. Beau nodded and grinned, going along with them, heading back to his room, guitar in hand. Of course, that meant that Liz was going to have to handle another scene transition and all, but that should definitely be doable.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Curling her nose up a little when she realised that the minstrel was staring, the beast self-consciously wiped at her mouth, and then wondered why she even did it. This minstrel was trouble.

"You're not. You're a trespasser and a hostage and...ugh whatever. You may have the staff convinced that you're all cool and stuff but I still think you're a-" she stopped when he started to compliment her.

"Were you dropped on the head from the f-" she sighed when she realised she was talking to herself. She hadn't realised her cheeks were heated up until one of the staff mentioned if she had rouge on.

After berating the staff for a good five minutes, she decided she was a little too hungry to be angry so she ate and then went up to her room where she contemplated as to why she felt that being called cute by a cute boy was doing things to her.

But of course when she woke up the next morning, she had forgotten all about it. She was still sleepy when she went down the stairs to get to the kitchen for some food that she missed her steps, resulting her to tumble down one whole flight of stairs, landing in a heap at the foot. "Jumping beanstalking Bluebell of Death!" She cursed loudly. Her knees had been scraped, as well as her hands and elbows and her face and head ached as she groaned on the floor.

[Beau LaRoux]

No, Beau didn't stick around for more teasing, despite the fact that such activities could've been quite fun. Instead he opted to head back toward his room, still feeling rather jaunty and all. Didn't mean he couldn't still hear her yelling at the staff. He was tempted to turn right around and suggest that maybe she'd get better responses if she were actually pleasant, but that didn't seem like the smartest thing to do. He did mention this to his little sidekick, who he'd effectively called Chip for REASONS.

Beau slept okay. He'd kinda gotten used to sleeping pretty much anywhere. Okay, yeah, he figured he should probably have tried to escape or anything, but this was a pretty sweet gig, really. He just had to put up with a yelling girl every once in a while, and in exchange, he got free room and grub. Of course, said she-beast had to yell first thing in the morning, which had a slightly yawning Beau coming up to her.

"you alright there? Or are you jus' testin' out your voice or somethin'?" he walked up to her, giving her the once over. "C'mon, let's see if there's somethin' we can use to fix it up." He looked around for a moment, wondering if he should call a servant or if they were all too terrified of her to even come close.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Sneering when the cute minstrel came about, the beast tried to get up on her own, wincing at the pain the moving caused. "Shoot...that actually hurts." She sighed before powering through the pain and stood up, hopping on one leg since one felt like hell to put pressure on.

"I'll get on myself, thanks. Don't need your help to put ointment and share some bonding moment with you or anything." She rolled her eyes and hobbled over towards the kitchen.

"But the least you could do is find the first aid kit for me in the kitchen. Can't you see I'm hobbling here?"

[Beau LaRoux]

"C'mon, let me---" began Beau, only to back up when the beast started growling at him again. He rose his hands as he took a step back, wanting to fully communicate just how very much he was not going to touch her if she didn't want. Part of him was even wondering why he was bothering, since she'd been all mean and he'd definitely serenaded prettier girls before.

He stood there and watched her hobble, his mind trying to process this and figure out just what he was still doing there, when he heard her calling. "Whatever you say," he said, swallowing the chuckles that soon followed. He walked quickly into the kitchen, sliding around the she-beast as he entered. Beau spent a few seconds looking around before turning to look back at his hostess.

"Right, so where is this kit, 'xactly?" he asked before looking around again. "An' do you got some healin' potions an' herbs or somethin'? I ain't great shakes at messin' with 'em, but I can 'least do some stuff. We sometimes use some herbs an' stuff back home," he nodded, but kept looking. He just couldn't see it for some reason. Maybe because he kept getting distracted by just how very big this kitchen happened to be.

[Elizabeth Edison]

As the minstrel looked about for the first aid kit, his question about potions and herbs got him a very wierd look from the beast and the staff who scurried about trying to get the ointments ready.

"Potions? Herbs? You mean alcohol swabs and antiseptic right?" the beast asked before pointing to the staff who brought all the things over to the minstrel, obviously wanting him to help her.

They clearly wanted them to have the cliched sparkly eyed "I'm seeing you in a different light now" trope.

[Beau LaRoux]

"Wait, ain't we in some kinda medieval settin' or somethin'?" asked Beau, taking the antiseptic and what have you without further protest. He began sorting through it, remembering how his parents handled this sort of thing in times past. Soon he had some bandages out and such and was walking toward the liz-beast.

"Anyway, don't really matter none. Jus' hold still an' let me handle this," he nodded and lifted up the alcohol. He tilted it to soak into a cloth and began gently wiping away at the wounds, padding at them. "Reckon it's gonna sting a bit, but you can handle a little sting, right?"

He looked up at her, really expecting to be yelled at at any time now...

[Elizabeth Edison]

"Uh..." she looked around her to find the indication that this was set in medieval times and realised. "Oh crap. We are, aren't we? Goddamn script changers." She then waved a dismissive hand and let him come to her.

Narrowing her eyes as he started to wipe at her wounds. She roared in pain and pulled her hand away. "Dammit! That hurt!" She yelled at him, guarding her arm like the last slice of pizza.

"You want to hurt me, don't you?" She hissed at him.

[Beau LaRoux]

"Eh, I don't reckon anybody's gonna care that much. They've probably already moved on to the lovey-dovey threads where everyone's makin' out an' havin' feels," replied Beau, adding an airy shrug.

and just like that, they were back in the real scene, with very few hints at any more fourth-wall shattering or anything like that.

For, you know, a post or two. At least. Maybe three.

Beau really couldn't focus on fourth-wall breaking or anything anyways, not with the she-beast growling and jerking her arm around, not to mention cursing him out an' proving that her tongue had some leather to it. "It's supposed ta!" he said, waving the anachronistic antiseptic about. "An' no, I don't wanna hurt you," he replied, his eyes narrowing. He held the bottle up. "This stuff's gotta get rid of all the stuff that'll mess ya up. You don't want to catch some kinda infection or nothin', do ya? 'sides, you're supposed to be a ferocious she-beast. You could at least pretend to be tough or somethin'."

[Elizabeth Edison]

Looking at the minstrel, the beast shrugged after a while, accepting the fact. "Probably." She said before yelling at the pain.

She knew the dude was making some good points but she'd be damned if she let him think for a second that she agreed with him on anything.

"Hey, I bloody fell down a flight of bloody stairs. Some sympathy would be nice." She pouted before presenting her arm again so he would heal her.

"Have you had breakfast or what?" She asked, not really comfortable with silences.

[Beau LaRoux]

Yelling and growling, Beau could still deal with. After all, he'd had people yelling at him ever since he decided to do the whole minstrel thing and all. He sat there and kept staring as she pouted, and again thought he saw some hint of cuteness there. Enough that he had to shake his head and remember that she was being all surly and stuff.

And asking questions, apparently. "What? No, I ain't had nothin' since you yelled at me an' all. The servants ain't really keen on givin' me more food," he said. He moved to get back to tending to the wound, using the cleaners and medication and all. Soon he had the wrappings out, tending to it. "An' you're supposed to be all tough and monstrous an' all," he said, looking up at her again, raising his brows. "So shouldn't you, like, be too tough for this to really affect ya?"

He smirked and tied off bandage, giving it a little pat as he finished.

[Elizabeth Edison]

And again with that look on his face. What is wrong with him, looking at her like that?

His response to her question made her roll her eyes. Doble negatives everywhere. Did all minstrels talk like that? Because that's just weird.

"Supposed to be. There you go with assumptions again. I'm not exactly a beast, ya know. I'm still a human being." She pointed to her face which, though a little dirty and kind of wild looking, she was indeed still one hundred percent human.

"You want me to push you off the damn stairs? See if you can handle that?" She asked before sighing and shaking her head. She needed to calm down. For some reason, last night she had dreamt that this guy was gonna be important. She had to keep herself calm so she could understand why he was going to be important to her.

"Listen, I like the food they serve for breakfast. It would be nice if you'd join me, okay? As soon as you're done mutilating my wounds."

[Beau LaRoux]

"Hard to tell underneath all that," said Beau, gesturing. Human, huh? That was weird, everyone kept saying she was some kinda beast. Maybe they were trying to be all figurative and whatnot? Beau didn't often get that sort of thing, but he supposed he could understand it to a degree here. She certainly seemed beastly.

He just held up his hands as she proved that point, going off about shoving him down stairs and doing who knows what. Beau had long since learned when to let someone rant. just as he was about to say something else, she actually invited him to breakfast. It sounded a lot less like a demand and a lot more like an invite.

"Sure thing," said Beau. "Always good to have nice company when you eat," he said it half-jokingly, adding a wink, and then rose up, dusting off his hands. while he'd been talking and she'd been ranting about falling down stairs, he'd finished up the last few bandages and whatnot. All her wounds had been tended to and everything about her was all ship-shape and ready to go.