That's Disgusting(Deconstruction of a Princess)

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~Progress is painfully slow. Beauty no longer stops to consider her utter lack of refinement or the suddenly non existent manners. The years of careful grooming have slipped away in two short weeks leaving a girl wanting for a trace of regal bearing. Her once well mannered curls are a tangled matted mane caked with mud and rotting vegetation. Her features have thickened, feet and hands losing their delicate look and elegant presence as well.

In the beginning, she was aware(always in retrospect)of speech or manner more becoming to a peasant than a princess. But the awareness has been slipping away and with it the disgust and shame of behaving more like an urchin then royalty.

Every few yards Beauty seems to find something to catch her attention. She wades through a reeking and stagnant pool heedless of her appearance or propriety. With a shriek she pounces on something and triumphantly pulls forth from the muck a hideous demonic frog like creature. She slogs back through the mire, hugging the creature close until she reaches Hal. She opens her mouth, stares hard at first Hal then the demon frog and shoving the creature in Hal's face says~ Kiss!

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[halleyscomet1.livejournal.com]

*Being similarly inclined, Hal has suffered similar changes in form. He'd still make a pretty handsome caveman, but when that's the only compliment one can muster, you know you've fallen far. He's been following Beauty through the swamps quite amicably, because old habits die hard. But when she shoves the frog at him he rears up slightly and slaps it out of her hand. There's no disgust; he just can't see why he should.*

No. Find something pretty.

*His degradation would have been more awful for him if Beauty hadn't been succumbing at an equal rate- if at any point he worried about his appearance he'd just need to look at her and know he had nothing to worry about. These worries are long gone though- it's much easier to just go along with everything.*

[beautysleep4.livejournal.com]

*Beauty stands motionless for a moment, looking down where the liberated frog slinks his way back into the swamp. Suddenly she gives a shriek of fury, scoops a large handful of mud and lobs it Hal with all the fury of a cavewoman whose frog has just been scorned.*

PET! You- *She is both agitated at Hal's behaviour and her own inability to convey her displeasure. After several minutes of searching for the proper insult and not finding even a single word, she drops heavily to the ground and begins smacking the flat of her hand against the ground in a rhythmic compulsive gesture.*

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*He just watches her- anger or surprise is too difficult to sustain for more than a second if he doesn't care enough to keep it. It's funny to watch her smack, though, and he begins to throw himself on the ground as well, smacking the earth and sending large sprays of mud and marsh from underneath his strong hands.*

[beautysleep4.livejournal.com]

*The sprays of mud succeed in distracting Beauty from her own actions. She halts her hand in mid air, watching Hal with curiousity and a sort of wonder at the raw brute force of the blows.* Strong. *Mud showers her hair and flecks her face but she continues to watch its displacement as if it were a celebrated tournament.*

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*Even now he is capable of understanding a compliment. A smug look grows out of his features and he lobs a few clods of mud into the air, tossing things around to prove just how strong he is.*