divinetree | "Crazy" Beauty and the "Hunter" Beast

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a cruel Prince lived in a shining castle surrounded by rich hunting lands.
Although he had everything his heart desired, the Prince was paranoid, selfish, and cruel.

But then, one winter's night, an old beggar-woman came to the castle, and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.

None know for sure what happened that night. Some say the Prince turned her away for her appearance, and others claim he attempted to harm her... the beggar-woman melted away her disguise to reveal a beautiful Enchantress.

As punishment for his loveless heart and vicious cruelty, the Enchantress transformed him into a hideous Beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there.

Ashamed of his monstrous form, the Beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 30th year. If he could learn to love another, and earn their love in return, by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.

As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a Beast?

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"Don't get blood on it, you'll undo the charms keeping them intact," Alastor warned, nodding approvingly at Niffty, who'd arrived with a needle and thread. "Husker, bring out the hard liquor," the prince ordered as he tried very carefully to thread the small needle.

"Whadda you mean-" He blinked with a tickle, turned, and noticed his arm's scuffs and punctures had caught on to the warm environment. The blood had begun to run in earnest.

"Gah-! Okay, okay..." The prince's arm was in better shape anyway. He took a moment to fix up his own and get that wrapped up before he somehow gets blood on a rug that was likely worth ten times that of his cottage at home.

"...What's the story behind the art piece you had, anyway?" It was out before he could stop it. Because his mouth liked to run when he was distracted, or nervous. Or on days that end with 'y'.

"My mother had many portraits of herself and I," Alastor answered without missing a beat - even if he clearly knew that Lucifer was referring to the rose. Leaning back and tipping an entire bottle of what smelled almost like paint thinner down his gullet, Alastor exhaled and gave Niffty the go-ahead to start stitching up.

"...Right..." You clawed those up, though. You stinker.

To make up for it, he would soak a new rag and wring it out. Because he's a stinker, the inventor climbed the chair a bit to wipe off the prince's scuffed, muddy face.

Excuse??? Alastor froze, still as a deer - he couldn't move with Niffty jabbing a needle in him lest he tear something, and no one dared get that close to his face willingly. The Beast just stared at this strange little man, ears pinned back but otherwise too utterly stunned to even sneer or growl.

"Sheesh, you keep a whole castle and enough money to last yourself several lifetimes, but you decide to sass when you're a mud pie-"

Yet he only applied enough pressure to get off what was needed. It'd just itch later otherwise, and one had to check and see if any of the wolves managed to catch him in the face.

There was a bit of a gash on his jaw where a wolf caught him, though it wasn't terribly deep compared to the other deep bites. Alastor hushed up, bewildered with how... voluntarily close... and not helped by Niffty humming a little tune as she happily stitched up a gash on his side that he had to be completely still for.

This... little... fragile, petite blond weirdo........!!

"Hm. That one's gonna be a pain. The ones on the face bleed like crazy." Let's see... bit of spare cloth here, antiseptic, and a little adhesive.

"...Voila." A press of both thumbs to stick the adhesive, and the gash was given a little patch of white.

"Might scar, but eh- they say scars make a fellow more rugged."

If you see a flush rising to his face...... no you don't. That's just the booze talking.

Eventually, it's just Too Much. Alastor silently wrapped a hand around Lucifer - hell, he was small - and moved him off of the chair and back on his own feet again. E-enough of that. He's still got Niffty sewing him up like a wrecked pillow.

...Huh. Up close like this, it was a stretch to really equate this guy with 'beast'. Sure, he had the big body and the antlers, but without all the distance of their height difference and when he was at rest he was... nice looking?

Yeah. He could comfortably say the fellow was rather nice-looking. Shame about the temper. He-

The man gave a small squawk of surprise upon being grabbed, but found himself back on the floor. He cleared his throat, but it eventually became a hiss. With weight placed back on that leg, it reminded him that even bandaged, a flexed muscle would rattle the nerves and set off the pain of the bite near the ankle.

"Whoof- okay... okay... I need to..." He was ginger on that side as he moved to take a seat. He sighed his relief when the weight was off of it.

Lucifer paused, and rubbed his undamaged arm.

"...I'm sorry. You're hurt because of me."

"Yes, well, you can repay me by behaving and not entering my quarters again," Alastor rebuffed almost reflexively - at least there's his cattiness, again, resting his chin on his hand coquettishly as if he weren't a hulking monster. "A shame, I was so looking forward to the test flight. It'll have to wait for wounds to mend."

His response was to puff his cheeks at him. This ass. Here he was feeling a little sorry for him, too!

Behaving??

"I'm not a kid." Nuts to you- he doesn't need to heal completely to run a test. But maybe he should take his sweet, sweet time over his injuries and work on driving Bambi here a little nuts.

Good ideas. He was full of them!

"Crazy" Beauty and the "Hunter" Beast

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