𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘 ⎢ ❝ For who could ever learn to love a beast. ❞
❝ Anthony, I will forever be a beast in everyone's eyes and if you think that I can change, I think you're wrong. ❞
❝ I don't want you to change, I don't need you t...
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❝Because... I'm not one of those pretty, perfect princes, Anthony.❞
{THIRD PERSON POV}
Back in Auradon, George and Anthony were having their picnic date.
"Would you like a hot hors d'oeuvre?" George asked Anthony as he held one out.
"Yes, please," Anthony said, leaning forward as George fed him, "Mm, this is the best thing I've ever had."
"You like it?" George asked Anthony.
"I more than like it," Anthony told George as he grabbed another one, "I double like it," They both laughed, "This is amazing."
"Did I surprise you?" George asked Anthony.
"Oh, yeah, you surprised me," Anthony told George, "This is literally every single dish Ms Pots made for my parents. What, it took you three days?"
"Uh, you know, don't even ask me," George laughed.
"Yeah, well, it means a lot that you stopped and did all this for me," Anthony told George, "Especially with all the craziness you've been put through. I've missed you," Anthony slowly started to stroke George's cheek, "We don't get much time to be just us anymore."
"I know," George said before wiping some food off of Anthony's face as they laughed.
"You can't take me anywhere, right?" Anthony jokes, causing George to laugh, "Do you have a napkin or something?"
"I do. I packed some," George told Anthony as Anthony reached to look in the basket, "I think I stowed them away," George tried to stop from reaching in the basket, "I can grab them."
"What's this?" Anthony asked George as he pulled Mal's spell book.
"I, uh, I think Mal accidentally threw that in there or..." George lied as Anthony opened his spell book.
"Power Transfer Spell," Anthony read aloud before flipping the page, "Speed reading spell," Anthony read aloud before flipping to a page, "Blonde hair spell," Then Anthony flipped to a page which caused him to look at George in shock, "...Cooking spell," He closed the spell book, "And I was giving you props for fitting in so well. For doing your best."
"Take back this moment that has passed, return it-" George paused, "Reverse it."
"Are you trying to spell me right now?" Anthony asked, angrily as he stood up.
"Anthony, it's just been so hard," George tried to defend himself.
"Yeah, some things are hard," Anthony's voice slightly rose to anger, "Do you think learning to be a royal adviser has been easy for me?"
"No, I just-" George exclaimed.
"I thought we were doing this together," Anthony reminded George.
"Amour, we are in this together," George assured Anthony as he stood up from the table.
"But we're not, George. We're not," Anthony told George, "Y-you've been keeping secrets and lying to me. I thought we were done with that...This isn't the Isle of the Lost, George."
"Yeah, believe me, I know that!" George finally snapped.
"Then why are you doing this?" Anthony asked George.
"Because..." George started, "I'm not one of those pretty, perfect princes, Anthony, I'm... a beast, one that is not gonna magically turn into a prince, no, one that will stay as a beast forever. Anthony... I'm... a big fake, okay?" George sighed, "I'm fake. This is fake," George pointed at his hair, "This is fake," George pointed at the food before grabbing his spell book and opened a page, "Take this feast, this sumptuous meal, return it back to what is real," George then waved his fingers, then all the delicious food turned into a single piece of peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a glass of milk, "This is who I really am, Anthony."
George started to walk past Anthony, "Chéri," Anthony tried to grab George's arm.
"No, no," George said as he walked away.
Anthony then took the peanut butter and jelly, "Peanut butter and Jelly is my favorite!" Anthony called out to George but George was long gone.
Anthony threw the sandwich on the plate and he sighed as he looked out onto the lake.
