"It seems we may have a spark of hope… she's not the least bit frightened of me. In fact, I think… she seems to fancy me a bit. Or at least she's not running from the castle screaming in terror." Rayven explained as best he could.So, never minding the fact that this is a HORRIBLE fic (point one: the Beast's name is Rayven. Rayven. WTF?!), poor old RAYVEN seems to think that it's a single step from "running from the castle screaming in terror" to "fancying". Poor old Rayven obviously doesn't read girls very well.
With the help of my enternal roommate
singealiene I would like to present for you, the kind readers of my Livejournal, the many steps between "running from the castle screaming in terror" to "fancying":
1) Running from the castle, screaming in terror.
2)overt fear
3) Hiding under the bed
4) cautiously venturing out of the bedroom but only when in need of food
5) Slamming door in fit of teenage angst rage
6)sharp dislike
7)coldly ignoring the other's presence
8)dislike
9)mild dislike
10) Air of Discomfort when in the same room/ casual avoidance
11) Avoiding eye contact at dinner table while politely laughing
12) tolerence
13) Thinks is "okay"
14) Mild appreciation
15) nonchalant greeting
16) "Getting to know you" phase
17) Casual friendship
18) Recommending favorite books/reading poetry together
19) actaul friendship
20) Non-sexual activities, like making popcorn or a building a snowman!
21) Genuine affection
and finally....
22) Fancying.
And after this point, there's nothing but guilt and RAW RAW SEX!!!!
...Why does Marie Noire fill my life with such insane glee?
and here's the link, just so then you see what I mean...that is, if you can stomach it.
http://www.geocities.com/red_velvet_rose/beautybeast.html