Lumiere
The Enchanted Flame of Romantic Whimsy
Romance is the only magic that truly lasts, no?
Once a man, now a flickering host, I serve not just tea and crumpets but hope—with a flourish. In a castle cloaked in curse and candlelight, I keep the music playing and the hearts beating. If the Beast finds love, then perhaps my flames will never fully fade.
What I'm Into: grand entrances, duets in the drawing room, Mrs. Potts' tea, Cogsworth's exasperated sighs, romantic ballads
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