He likes to do the kind of thing that shows
his fine hands to advantage, when he knows
he’s being watched. He paints on silk; he plays
the harpsichord or lute, although his gaze
is always on his polished fingernails;
when meals are ended, now, he never fails
to glance around the dining-table, shoot
his cuffs, select and peel a piece of fruit
with elegant dexterity…discards
it, after, and suggests a game of cards.
The fashion is for shaving very close,
and unplucked eyebrows are considered gross.
Men wear their hair tied neatly back, or short.
Hunting is rather frowned upon, at court,
though there has been a certain renaissance
in verse, theatricals and formal dance.
He dances consummately well. We make
a lovely-looking couple, when we take
the polished floor together. Later on,
the thousand candles snuffed, the guests all gone,
he’ll take my hand in his, apply a slight
pressure with his cool lips, and say goodnight.
Then I remember how he looked at me
under that curse, when I would go to bed,
deep-set eyes burning in his shaggy head
he used to look at me quite hungrily.
With this most gentle of all gentlemen,
it would be wrong to ask for that again;
I don’t. But on my own, some nights at least,
I lie and wish, a little, for my Beast.
— Beauty and the Prince Formerly Known as Beast by Eleanor Brown (via madelou)
Soooo many cat pix. I bet she discusses her favorite books, too. When someone recommends a title, she says, “Hey, we have that!” She also giggles to herself at the thought of Beast wearing pantyhose, like those silly dog photos.
Those are LEGGINGS thank you very much, and they’re a staple of men’s attire. You try and find something that flatters digitigrade posture.