[A long long time ago, he can remember hoping she'd grow into the name. Beast. It's a word that makes you think of claws and fangs and a wild, untamed strength that couldn't be beat. It was a name he'd given her with the hope she'd take to it, the memories of her thin and tired form against his shoulder as they waited to die in the gutters of London.]
[She deserved to be the fragile and lovely sort of Beauty women were supposed to be, that couldn't be denied by anyone, but a Beast could keep herself safe.]
[So he says it fondly. Their stubborn Beast. That's right.]
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[A long long time ago, he can remember hoping she'd grow into the name. Beast. It's a word that makes you think of claws and fangs and a wild, untamed strength that couldn't be beat. It was a name he'd given her with the hope she'd take to it, the memories of her thin and tired form against his shoulder as they waited to die in the gutters of London.]
[She deserved to be the fragile and lovely sort of Beauty women were supposed to be, that couldn't be denied by anyone, but a Beast could keep herself safe.]
[So he says it fondly. Their stubborn Beast. That's right.]
That's gonna be a long while, then. Yer sure?