AN: Oh wow I'm two days behind. How did that happen?
Anyway, the theme for today was talent trade(where I probably was supposed to do a drabble for a fanart), but gothiethefairy and I made a deal that we'd write something for each other, and she wanted more pompous pep Beauty and the Beast AU.~
Danny poked his head out of the doorway, eyes scanning the area for Dash. "Is he gone?" Seeing no sign of the brute, he grabbed a bucket of chicken feed and made his way down the steps. "Can you imagine," he asked the animals milling about, huffing angrily. "He asked me to marry him. Me! The husband of that boorish, brainless-"
"Messieur Dashiel, can't you just see it," he sang, wrapping a nearby towel around his head like a scarf. "Messieur Dashiel, his little wife." The bucket sailed into the air and clattered off the side of the barn.
"No sir, not me, I guarantee it. I want much more than this provincial life!"
Danny threw makeshift-scarf aside, running past the confused animals into the vast field behind their modest little house. It was his favorite place to come and read, or just to think, because it was so very beautiful. Even the king himself didn't have a view of the French countryside like he did, with lush trees reaching to the sky, a wide river winding through the forestry and making its way up through the mountains in the distance. It was nature at its finest, and Danny threw his arms out, taking it all in as he sang to whatever God he hoped was listening.
"I want adventure in the great wide somewhere! I want it more than I can tell." Danny sank to the ground, plucking a dandelion and running his fingers across the seeds. "And for once it might be grand, to have someone understand," he lilted, plucking them all and setting them free in the breeze. Watching as they sailed away, leaving him chained to the earth, wishing with all his heart that he could join them rather than be stuck in this town that saw him as nothing other than the oddball son of the oddball crackpot inventor. People whispered about him in town, he knew they did. He read, he was educated, and he wasn't content to follow in their expectations and settle down as the husband of one of the biggest idiots he'd ever met; he was odd, and so he was alone. If only there were someone in this Godforsaken village that understood how he felt, what he dreamed; he might even be able to tolerate living here if there were just one person.
"I want so much more than they've got planned..."
I feel for the kid, Dash ain't the brightest crayon in the box...or the cleanest...
Hope you enjoyed!~