DO NOT EAT HER ADAM.

|| belle calling adam hers makes me soft 🥺

Belle opened her mouth to retort back before her lips were seemingly sealed together. Brows rose in surprise as her fingers brushed against her mouth. In very little time, they curled and she attempted to strike at his face.

“Mm!” She cannot, for the life of her, utter a word.

|| Replies tomorrow! Spent all day at Disney. 🥺

The spell wore off after a day. Low level magic, perhaps?

⠀ ⠀ ┈┈ ♛ ;

⠀ * 𝑇̶𝐻̶𝐸̶ ̶𝑆̶𝑇̶𝑂̶𝑅̶𝑀̶𝐶̶𝐻̶𝐴̶𝑆̶𝐸̶𝑅̶ ⠀⠀ 〝 The FORCE sought me! I, who wanted 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 of it! 〞 ——— ♛ ——— she, who fled ; last child of organa and solo. force sensitive, bounty hunter. penned by #sᴏʟᴇɪʟ.

She’s currently reading a mythology book in the library, legs tucked beneath her as she sat in her chair.

She is . . . How you say . . . Peckish? Just a bit.

She’ll head down to the kitchen, just after cleaning up a bit in the library. Has he eaten?

Well . . . Truthfully, she wouldn’t mind his company, even if he eats or not. Would he like to accompany her? She would understand his hesitance if he chooses not to.

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 is the song she sings, blessed with a melody that only a dulcet voice can provide. The 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 cold outside does not faze her nor does the late hour as she stands alone in the garden. Belle is looking at the stars, little compared to the moon.

“My, my.”

Truthfully, she’s quite tired and nearly dozing off in her chair. The sounds of pages crinkling under her faint shifting barely wake her back up each time.

There’s plenty! It would be beautiful to explore it.

⠀ ⠀ ┈┈ ♛ ;

“Good morning.”