I'm on a roll people. This is the sweet side. There is a bitter one.
Enjoy...I own nothing but I did get a cane that be worthy of Mr. Gold.
She sees the shade of his skin when she opens the windows. Its mottled green and gray with a light covering of gold so that the other colors peak out and shimmer in the sunlight. She always liked the sun and now its rays have shades of gray and green in her eyes.
She feels the surprising texture of his skin when he catches her after what would have been a nasty fall from the bookshelf ladder. It's tightly corded and supple with no amount of actual human skin. It doesn't stop her from gripping his neck tighter even when he dips and she puts her feet on the floor. Months later she will ask him for a dragon hide cloak and she will drape it over herself as she reads.
She smells his magic everywhere when she cleans the castle. It's rawness wraps itself around her and the thunder and lighting that accompany the storms he makes smell of rain and earth and leaves. She pushes the windows open and the scents of his storms and her roses meld in harmony.
She hears that high-pitched giggle and she can't help but smile but it's that deeper throatier laugh that only happens when he's gotten an exceptionally good deal that she dreams about. Sometimes when she dusts, she daydreams of giving up her soul for that laugh but then remembers that she is already his and then it's her that begins to giggle like her Beast.
She tastes his honeyed tea and the extra bit that is the darkness in him. He's sweet and bitter but it's so perfectly balanced that nothing will ever come close. She longs to lap him up like her favorite treat of jam and biscuits and pictures the taste of him spread out on her tongue but she opens her mouth more than she should and the bitter overpowers the sweet and all that's left is an aftertaste of what could have been.