[Faerytales: Beauty and the Beast] (PG)
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mtxref_ficAuthor's Note: Written for Fairytales, Beauty and the Beasts, the Beast forgot to mention she'd originally been female Mild femme-slash/pre-femme-slash.
As the Beast, the Princess had no sex, or none that could be understood in human terms: the spell had twisted her form to the point that she was no longer a human, neither man nor woman nor anything in between. The faery's spell had stripped her body of everything that made her a daughter of Eve. And she had lived within this skin for so long that she had forgotten who and what she was.
She never expected a girl would break the spell, would see past the hairy, twisted form, the tusked, inhuman face, to see the human soul imprisoned within by a spell and by the selfishness of the heart that beat beneath the thick hide. It had gone so far that she no longer cared who broke the spell -- man or woman -- as long their love freed her from this prison of hide and horns and bone spurs rising from her joints.
But when the spell broke, when Belle had returned after a too long sojourn away from the house,: the bones sank back beneath her skin, the hair fell from her flesh like a shed skin, the horns dropped off, and her soft, human skin rose to the surface. She watched as Belle watched in mingled horror and surprise and curiosity, watching as the figure went from strange angles and corners to gentle curves, as the hairy skin became smooth and silken.
"I'm sorry," the Princess said, seeing only the fear in those eyes that had looked on her gently.
Belle reached out and touched her face. "I would have my beast back," she admitted, but that wish did not stop her from cupping the now-softened cheek.
As the Beast, the Princess had no sex, or none that could be understood in human terms: the spell had twisted her form to the point that she was no longer a human, neither man nor woman nor anything in between. The faery's spell had stripped her body of everything that made her a daughter of Eve. And she had lived within this skin for so long that she had forgotten who and what she was.
She never expected a girl would break the spell, would see past the hairy, twisted form, the tusked, inhuman face, to see the human soul imprisoned within by a spell and by the selfishness of the heart that beat beneath the thick hide. It had gone so far that she no longer cared who broke the spell -- man or woman -- as long their love freed her from this prison of hide and horns and bone spurs rising from her joints.
But when the spell broke, when Belle had returned after a too long sojourn away from the house,: the bones sank back beneath her skin, the hair fell from her flesh like a shed skin, the horns dropped off, and her soft, human skin rose to the surface. She watched as Belle watched in mingled horror and surprise and curiosity, watching as the figure went from strange angles and corners to gentle curves, as the hairy skin became smooth and silken.
"I'm sorry," the Princess said, seeing only the fear in those eyes that had looked on her gently.
Belle reached out and touched her face. "I would have my beast back," she admitted, but that wish did not stop her from cupping the now-softened cheek.
