Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-33209858-20150512062106

Belle just sat there, completely stone-faced and unreadable. Her mind was in aboslute choas after the argument. She had always been on the side of the Royals - She agreed that all fairytales had a part to play and that they should follow in their parent's footsteps. After all, if their parents could do it then they sure as hex could, too!

But there was always that seedling of doubt in the back of her mind. Ever since she had learned she was going to die in her story, she had always wanted to find her own Happily Ever After. Why did she have to die? The ballet was named after her for Grimm's sake! And yet here she was with a less-than-desirable destiny. Of course, she had managed to push these thoughts aside time and time again. She had always managed to keep them in check because nobody else fueled the fire to turn against destiny. She had been raised to be the next Giselle, and she had never had a say in that.

Thoughts of rebelling was being selfish to her. Just because she didn't want to follow her destiny like all the rest of the Giselles had selflessly done meant she was ruining the tale - ruining the tradition. Who was she to Rebel? She was just another pretty peasant girl with a weak heart who liked to dance. She was a Giselle, and that was that. Bellerina had thought about rebelling against her fate time and time again, whenever she dreamed about finding her true love and living Happily Ever After. But that was as far as her rebelling went. She had to stay true to her story. Somebody had to.

In her mind, both sides had valid points. Even though they were so young, they were expected to handle so much, whether they liked it or not. They were the unfortunate. The damned. The cursed. Maybe that was the way it was meant to be. But at the same time, could one really blame themselves for being born to the wrong people?

Bellerina ran a hand through her mocha-colored locks. She was tempted to leave along with Pirouette and just dance the negative feelings away, but she wouldn't let herself do that. She had joined this group thinking it was a support group. Instead, all it managed to do was stress her out. But, at the very least, it also got her thinking.