Nothing is mine except my version of the story and my dialogue, simply playing with the pretty characters.
"My Prince, the rose has blossomed, it is in full bloom." Lumiere tried to keep his voice soft, and gentle.
"You think I don't know that?" Adam spit over his fangs, casting his gaze at his butler and friend, now stuck as a golden candelabra. He bumped his flames to relight after Adam's screaming ceased.
"Master, perhaps it is time to give it on last huzzah. Take yourself into the village, find a lady, woo her. Save yourself, save us all." Lumiere pleaded with his charge, his flames burning brighter with the hope he was holding on to.
Adam brought his hands up to his face."Like this? One day, long ago, maybe, perhaps, and I even now question my abilities then without my fortunes or titles."
"Lumiere, as majordomo of this castle, I command you to stop this instant." Cogsworth's voice could be heard with the ticks and springs that signaled his closeness, marching towards the west wing.
"Master please, have some faith in yourself. You are not the man you were." Lumiere jumped down off the table, patting his charge on the calf.
"Evidently not." Adam held up a large fur covered paw, complete with large black claws. "I am a hideous beast. How would you suppose I do that? Steal a lady? Take one? Pick it like a rose in a garden?" Adam's hand gestured to the bell jar. "We've seen how that ends."
"Adam, you're never going to break the curse sitting here wasting the day complaining about yourself. It's time you tried something more direct. You're running out of time, we all are." Mrs. Potts lid lightly landed on her now porcelain frame. Her ornate paintings made you think she was delicate, but she had the hard side of all matriarchs.
"I gave up that hope long ago, and I suggest you do the same. The rose is simply telling us that we can finally let hope die. We don't need it anymore." Adam let a heavy paw rest on the ornate bell jar, the outline quickly melting the frost.
Adam sulked out of the wing, heading down to the fire to sit, and wait. Cogsworth came up to Lumiere, the hands of his clock face in a deep v over his eyes.
"You torment the master with your selfish dreams and foolish hopes. Let him be Lumiere." His gold filigree arm poking Lumiere in the chest.
"Non." Lumiere pushed away his arms, letting his flame dance along the gold designs of his friend. "It's far past time we try to help our Prince. Too long we have sat, waited, and obeyed, but no more. Now, it is our turn to choose. I am going to the village and I am going to find a girl who can fall in love with our Prince and break this endless curse. Are you coming?" Lumiere clapped his hands together with a high ting sound.
"How will you do that Lumiere? You're thirty-five centimeters high, you would be an antique before you made it off the grounds." Cogsworth's concern had him jumping down, a small sprocket flying off beside him.
"Lumiere, I am saying something I have never said before. Cogsworth is right, you can't do this. It's too dangerous, even for us." Mrs. Potts rolled her tray along her friends. "We all want this curse to end, but maybe it's not meant to, and we need to accept that."
"Mrs. Potts." Lumiere jumped onto her tray, spinning her gently in a dance. "I would never endanger your life, but at this moment we are already at the precipice of danger. And I must react, my honor demands no less!"
"Hello? Is anyone here?"
Mrs. Potts, Cogsworth, and Lumiere looked up as the front door opened itself for the first time in a decade, all at once trying to get down to the door before their master heard.