The Dark Castle seems to be growing fonder of sunlight, willingly letting it seep through the red curtains in their large bedroom, and for once he doesn't mind as it cascades down on them, making Belle's hair shine amber.
Her pale arms are thrown over her pillow, her soft lips parted with sleep, and he has to stifle the giggles before he makes the mistake of waking her this early in the morning. Her eyelids flutter with dreams and he can't help but run a finger down her cheek, his nail grazing the smooth skin there, and he glances up at her hairline, running the other fingers through her wavy locks, admiring the color, relishing in the feel of it in his hands, amazed at how she can be so perfect, how he ever did anything to deserve her.
The tips of her long eyelashes twitch as her eyelids move and he quickly pulls his hand back as she wakes up, blinking away the light and giving him a sleepy, confused smile, scratching her face, running clumsy fingers through her hair, touching all the places he touched her as if it tickles, and he can't hold the giggles from her any longer.
Belle looks at him, tilting her head in curiosity.
"What's so funny?"
He can't bring himself to say that it's her.
Please R&R! ;)