Disney High: Singers/DancersSome people are singers and some people are dancers.Disney High: Singers/Dancers by ~CharlotteACavatica
Lumiere was a singer and always had been. He had a light, pleasing baritone and made full use of it.
Cogsworth strongly suspected that the man sang so much because he couldn’t bear to keep his mouth closed for any respectable length of time. It was rather true that, if Lumiere wasn’t talking, he was either singing or unconscious.
Lumiere sang everywhere: in the shower, in the kitchen, and occasionally in bed. At first, Cogsworth had been none too fond of having French lullabies murmured into his ear as he tried to sleep, but he slowly grew accustomed to them.
The Case of Charles Dexter Ward: Drop-OutsThe gibbous moon hung low over the trees of the dark Massachusetts wood, as if it leaned close to catch the words of the ghastly company meeting there. An icy gust made the bare limbs of the trees shudder, and the tall black ribs of the earth creaked with the force of wind of the dark night. The witching hour was nigh, and the three figures had formed a coven to talk of dark and terrible things. Surrounding a cracking bonfire, two of the three sat, listening to the third who passed back and forth, gesticulating grotesquely.The Case of Charles Dexter Ward: Drop-Outs by ~CharlotteACavatica
“You are a blackguard and a lyar, Edward Hutchinſon, and ye Qualitie of ye hound was notte the pointe,