It had become an habit of Quinn to take care of your health. You who would stay days and nights inside her gigantic house, exploring and reading (mainly reading, her book collection seemed to have no end).
"You need to get some sun !" had she said one day, bursting through the door and (gently) throwing you on her shoulder, book clutched in her other hand. Next thing you knew you were sitting in the garden’s grass, your book in your lap and the sun shining in your face.
The Beast would sit next to you for a while, until she got bored. She would then proceed to rolling in the grass, still next to you, asking if you were up for a run. You’d say “No, I haven’t finished my chapter yet.” And then she would dissapear to become a patch of fur in you peripheral vision.
But little did you know that Quinn was just waiting for you guard to go down to then proceed into a majestic stomp right on top of you, without warning of course. The first time it happened, you believe you almost broke her eardrums with your cry. But after some times, it became an habit and when rising your head, you’d find her grining through her fur with little tokens between her teeth to make you laugh.
For my old BatB!Faberry fans, it appears I missed drawing these patooties !
Sometimes they would go out and, after walking for a few hours, Rachel would hop on Quinn’s neck, the Beast suddenly bolting through the forest and valleys surrounding the castle. Rachel loved the thrill of speed as they rushed in the snow, her laugh bringing the winter to life.
Rachel’s caring stokes were numbing the alcohol induced pain as she bandaged her shin. This was the last wound of a long list, the wolves did some damages after all.
The beauty was feeling Quinn’s intense stare and shifted slightly, looking up for a brief second, brown melting into feral hazel. The Beast looked away, embarrassed, before letting her eyes settle on the young woman once again.
” - T-Thank you…
- Stop. I should be the one thanking you. I owe you my life after all… So… thank you for saving me. ” She said, looking at the wound, wincing at the sight.
She had been stupid for runing away like that. It was her fault the Beast was hurt. Inside and out. Why did she have to be so curious all the time ?
I’m never stopping drawing these…
The last events were a blur in Quinn’s mind. First she was about to throw that huge snowball at Rachel but the girl went ahead of her by throwing a snowball herself and now the Best was sitting in the snow like a fool and couldn’t see a thing.
“C’mon Rach. It’s all just fur, it’ll go away when spring comes around.
- No. Quinn. It’s no just fur. I’m sure this thing is alive. A living mass of hairs. They are just everywhere !
- Well… yeah, I’m losing some since it’s starting to get warmer…
-Then I shall accelerate the process by cuting it. I don’t want to find myself dying by choking on hairs…
BaTB!Faberry - Quinn getting a fur cut
My version of Beauty and The Beast Faberry (just a reminder for myself so that I don’t forget xD)
“And this is ?
-A… a…. a B ?
-Yes, right ! Now that one ?
- …. N ?
- No. That one is a M. And that is a N. See ? The M has one more leg.
- Hn, yeah right… I knew that…
-Right…. So, next. This one ?
It was horrendous what time could do to a person, Rachel realised. In the long years Quinn went as a beast, she had forgotten how to read. Even with a gigantic library to herself the Beast refused to touch a lot of things that reminded her of the times she was human, and that included books.
So now everyday, oftenly before going out in the forest, they would spent two hours reading. The other things like calculus would have to wait later…
Today’s stream finished drawing :) (that I didn’t record *sobs*)
I’ll do another one in a hour or something !
When the winter days were calm and the sun peeked out of the clouds, you’d go out with Quinn and sit in the grass after she pushed some snow away with strong use of her paws. You were never cold because the Beast would envelope you in her warm embrace, the thick fur of her neck would pool on your head and soulders like a blanked, sheltering you from the cold wind. Then you would pull out a book and start reading aloud while Quinn’s eyes would try to follow on the pages, deciphering the letters and words. Her reading was improving daily, and you hoped that she would be able to read well soon so that she could read you stories. You liked her raspy and ferocious voice, lulling you into far and wild places when she spoke.
Because two people asked about BaTB!Faberry recently :)