Returning to the celebration, had been among one of the hardest things that Belle has ever had to force herself to do. The reality of facing those knowing eyes, the looks a mix of sympathetic and leering, the crew seeming divided down the line on just who they pitied more. The young woman they had gone through so much trouble to rescue, or that of their captain, the man that had gone so mad for her. There was even a few who might seem angry, or at the very least annoyed, some of the pirates bothered by Belle's lack of gratitude where their leader was concerned. She blanched paler yet to see it, Kate's hand on the small of her back, the only comforting presence that the woman had, the strong spirited lass guiding the princess past so many of the openly staring people, towards a smaller cluster of women. These ladies at least seemed more tolerant of the beauty's situation, if not outright sympathetic.
Kate made the introductions, though try as Belle might, her mind was distracted, casting an uneasy look around the room. She could find no sign of the captain, of Hook, and was able to breathe a bit better with him being gone. It wouldn't be a lasting reprieve, the ship that they were on, big but only to an extent. The pirate would eventually make his way back, and the beauty had to suppress a shudder at the thoughts of what would follow then.
It was noticed all the same, that haunted look leaking into her expression. Kate shared a frown with the others, and abruptly a mug of some kind was being pushed into Belle's hands. It was slightly cool to the touch, that amber liquid almost hypnotic as the woman stared down into the stine. She could almost see herself reflected across the surface, and from the strong smell of it, the princess knew it was an intoxicant of some kind, and was the last thing that she truly needed.
"I shouldn't..." She looked up from the mug, but whoever had handed it to her, had stepped out of reach.
"Some spirit will do you a world of wonders..." Kate advised in a kindly tone. "And not just that of the liquid kind!"
She might have blushed then, Belle starting to lower her gaze once more. "Spirited or not, I doubt that will help me much..."
"It certainly can't hurt the situation anymore." Kate retorted. "And you're less likely to hate YOURSELF if you do something more than just roll over like some broken doormat...!"
"That's not what I have been doing!" Belle protested with a gasp, but a sharper spike of something, guilt most likely, had then stabbed through her. For hadn't that been exactly what she had been reduced to? Just rolling over for HIS lustful demands, pawed at and manhandled in front of every last man and women present in this room? Treated with little to no real courtesy as befit a lady, a princess, of her standing? She couldn't stand what she was becoming, how broken, how beaten she already seemed to think of herself as.
"I really am without spirit, aren't I..." She muttered it too soft for the others to hear over the roar of the celebrating pirates. There was no missing the frown on her face, or the frustration blooming in those expressive blue eyes, Belle so trampled and defeated by more than just the pirate. Yes, Hook had helped play a small part in it, but Rumplestiltskin and the Evil Queen had done a substantial amount of damage to the princess as well. She didn't know how to recover from it, from any of them, and that left her smoldering with a kernel of anger from deep inside. A kind of resentment that could become fiercer yet, if only the woman knew how to nurture it.
That little ember inside her could flicker out completely, or be brought to ignite into a blaze, the woman nearly at a defining point. She was so tired, so tired of the pain, the heart ache and the fear, the despair that consumed her near every waking moment. Belle was in fact sick of being without hope, and though THAT wasn't in any way within her reach, the young lady didn't want to break any further. Didn't want to lose anymore of her self or her spirit, some sliver of resolve seeping into the blue of her eyes.
"Oh aye, that's more like it." Kate was approving. "That bold blue suits you far better than the cold misery you have thus far been wrapping yourself in."
She didn't feel any less miserable, nor did the beauty feel any true empowerment. What Belle felt was that of being fed up, sick of everyone deciding that of her fate but her. It had started not with her captors, but with that of her own father, the man plotting out a suitable if loveless marriage for her. Gaston had been no better, the man pompous and overbearing, content to rule her and any decisions. No wonder she had all but jumped to go off with Rumplestiltskin, thinking a life as his slave would be better than anything back in the kingdom. It hadn't been, the love she had grown into, deemed nothing more than nuisance at best, and thoroughly unwanted by the Dark One, Belle had been driven out onto the streets. Left broken hearted and loathe to return to her own kingdom, to be a martyr there, she had instead had her life further destroyed by the pirate and then the Evil Queen. There was a real resentment within her there, Belle not having had the chance to properly backlash her own feelings onto any of her tormentors.
Worst was the fact that all three had power over her. Be it of the magical kind, or that of brute physical strength, there was an imbalance to the dynamic between them. There would always be, she realized and recognized this as fact, and the ember inside her started to flicker as though to die. She was left suffocating with it, and then the resentment was burning stronger, Belle angry and hating, and absolutely furious over her situation. Over all of it, every last indignity and hurt that had been done her, and she was drinking down, swallowing down that amber liquid as though it would bolster her nerve sfurther.
She immediately began choking on the strong taste, that amber liquid so thick and burning as it went down her throat.
"Easy does it," advised Kate. "It goes down rough, but you'll get used to the taste soon enough!"
Belle just shook her head no, trying to pass the mug off to someone else. It wasn't for her, this drink, or this life, the princess wanting something better than the hand that fate had tried to deal her. It all still seemed so hopeless, a better life something the beauty was now incapable of truly imagining. There was simply too many targets painted on her back, with little if any chance of evading THAT which was coming for her.
As if brought back by such thoughts, she felt it when he made his presence known. Felt the heavy oppression of his stare boring into her from behind. It made her skin crawl as all the color leeched from it, the weight of his looking almost a tangible thing, Belle feeling as though Hook was stripping her bare with his eyes alone. She braced herself, and pivoted in place, catching sight of the naked hunger of his expression focused unwavering on her. Like a frightened doe, she was caught and staring back, even as she inched closer towards the pirate lass, Kate, seeking a protection that couldn't truly be given.
"It makes me wish she had knocked him unconscious for a time." Kate muttered, the she that the woman referred to, being that of the cook.
"Suppose it too small a miracle to hope some sense was instead!" Another pirate wench murmured, her tone almost disapproving. Belle glanced at her, the woman a redheaded lass with a blue gaze that was narrowed towards the captain.
"Honestly Belle, just what did you do to make him lose his head so?" A third inquired, hands on her hips. It wasn't a truly mean spirited question, and yet Belle shrank from it all the same, the circle of females suddenly all looking at her once more.
"Nothing!" She squeaked out. "I did nothing of the sort!"
"Of the sort?" It was quickly seized upon as a topic of interest, and the princess just wanted to sink down into the floor and disappear.
"Whatever it was...you could make a killing bottling it, that's for damn sure!" The redhead exclaimed with a laugh. 'There's more than a few broken hearts out there, that would have loved to have landed our captain!"
"Tis' almost a shame..." Another mused. "That such be wasted on the unappreciative."
"Malabeth!" Kate and several others snapped out the pirate wench's name. She muttered an apology that was insincere at best, her eyes hardly as friendly as the others were, when looking at Belle.
"You're more than welcome to him!" Belle exclaimed, her face and tone hot for her anger and embarrassment. Malabath looked to be fuming in response, and even more so when the other ladies began teasing her.
"Malabeth knows when she's been outclassed." One said.
"She's tried and failed for more years than you can imagine!" Another laughed as this Malabaeth's face soured.
"Pardon me if I fail to see how a..."
"That's enough...ALL of you!" Kate snapped, cutting off whatever Malabeth had been about to finish saying. "This be a delicate situation, and not one that needs cut ANYONE anymore than they have already been."
Malabeth still had that look in her eyes, a narrowed eyed focus of such anger and dislike. Belle didn't want any more, and yet she felt like this woman was on the verge of becoming yet another one of her enemies, jealousy the trigger for such spite and malice. Belle almost let out a nervous laugh then, thinking how insane it was to earn such hate for having the attention of a man she did not even want. She wasn't even sure how to make an attempt at smoothing things over, nor did he beauty truly feel like she had it in her to TRY.
Her plate full enough without some scorned lover to add to it, Belle could only hope that this wouldn't become a problem that manifested anytime soon.
To Be Continued...
Short I know...I am just happy to have written something, anything for this story...been stuck on this chapter for a LONG time...Could never get it started to my satisfaction, and still didn't get it advanced as far as I would like...
Been missing writing for this pairing. Randomly chose to start reading stuff while I was sick for ALL of July...only it was hard to get into this one, cause I was cringing SO hard on the first few chapters. I actually started trying to rewrite chapter one...but glad I didn't finish the rewrite. While I hate how bad my writing was for the first batch of chapters, I do love how the story develops around nine and up...like I think my writing started to improve, and those are the chapters that made me eager to try and work some more on this story...though I feel so rusty...and maybe this was the wrong story to try when I feel so...meh...unused to writing for them.
Also think I was stuck...cause after looking at my notes for the fic, its like soon I have to make a decision on whether this becomes full non con or not...X_X Tough choice to make too...
-Michelle