Doubt
"You know, you have beautiful eyes when you aren't scowling," Belle says, adjusting the bandage on his arm.
He picked up the mirror, carefully cradling it so as not to scratch it with his claws. He turned his head one way, then another, and surmised that his teeth were still sharp and his face covered with fur. It was the face of a Beast, but his eyes remained human.
"Beautiful eyes..." he mumbled, staring at his reflection.
Someone laughed.
"Who's there?" he growled, whirling around to find the intruder.
A figure in black stood before him, their face hidden by a black hood. They stepped forward, their arms hidden behind their back.
"Why do you waste your time in this way?" the man questioned, voice cold and calm. "Why do you imagine these feelings for her? Such a pretty girl could never love one as ugly as you..."
"Get out!" he snarled.
The cloaked man obliged, fading into the shadows, his laughter echoing cruelly around the room.
The Beast looked once more into the mirror. "Show me the girl," he ordered gruffly, but even the sight of Belle's smiling face did not relieve his doubt.
Challenge: reflection
Words: 195