(I know, they're killer. D: )
When Belle stopped walking and actually started paying attention to more than just the scenery, she couldn't help but notice a few people sitting outside, playing a game. Two men, likely around her age, if not a bit older. But, she wasn't curious over the men - she was curious over the game. The realization made her feet start moving again, onward towards where the two men were seated. Before she got too close, though, the men almost glared at her. "Who are you?" one of the men asked, though Belle barely understood him - of course, that could have been more so because she was so startled by the suspicion and hatred in his voice, but she wasn't entirely sure. She wasn't even sure why she was being greeted with such a manner, but she had faced much worse when Adam had still been a beast. Clearing her throat, she attempted a smile, trying to seem pleasant and kind, before she explained, "Sorry, my name's Belle." As soon as the words left her lips, the two men stood and walked towards her. "What do you want here, hm?" the other man asked, eyes narrowed with disdain. She almost cringed with his tone but she shook her head slightly. "I'm just traveling," she answered after a moment.
A low chuckle escaped Kristoff's lips and he smiled down at her. "Well, we're not in a hurry to decide," he assured her quietly. They still had a while before the wedding, after all; hopefully, it wouldn't take much longer to decide on everything. Of course, they had only just begun planning everything in the first place, because he had asked for her hand in marriage not too long ago in itself. But, he wanted her to be happy and he didn't want to rush their decisions - especially since everything seemed a lot more difficult than either of them expected (or, at least, more than he expected; he wasn't too sure about Anna, because, for all he knew, she might be used to this. No, he doubted that, considering that she had been stuck in the castle for so long. So, maybe they really were both entirely new at this.) Shaking his thoughts away, he turned his attention back ahead. "How about we look at arrangements, then? See which colors we like best together?" That might make it easier, he decided - or, he hoped it would. He couldn't let all the weight of the decisions fall on Anna, after all; he didn't want to stress her, considering the wedding itself might cause her a bit of stress. He knew he was already so nervous about it; he figured she was probably in the same boat as he was.
January 3rd, 2015 at 08:36am