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"If you know who I am, dearie, you must also know that /others/ helping /me/ isn’t generally how things work…"
"Nonetheless, it’s a pleasure. And you are?"
"Oh?" She frowned, "I was just trying to be nice.. uhm, sir."
"I’m Anna… Of Arendelle."
"Well, 'Anna of Arendelle', you'll find that 'nice' only gets you so far here."
"Welcome to Storybrooke."
"How can something be a mistake if it was what you wanted at the time?"
"Priorities change, dearie. You of all people should know that."
"I suppose you have a point, Gold."
"I usually do, it would seem. I assumed that’s why you sought on my consult so frequently, Madame Mayor."
"Or perhaps it’s lack of intelligent conversation in this town."
"Yes, well, in that we find ourselves in agreement. Which is why I primarily keep to my shop, and allow you to come to me with your troubles. Efficient, methinks."
"How can something be a mistake if it was what you wanted at the time?"
"Priorities change, dearie. You of all people should know that."
"I suppose you have a point, Gold."
"I usually do, it would seem. I assumed that's why you sought on my consult so frequently, Madame Mayor."
"…don’t worry, I’ll take care of the talking this time around. I simply wanted to thank you for your assistance back in Neverland. Surely, we would still be lost in that dreadful land without your help. For that, you have my utmost appreciation."
Ariel nodded in respect...
Smiling slightly, Gold continued, "And, as I'm a man who makes good on his deals, I believe if you seek out Belle, she has information regarding the whereabouts of the individual you were seeking. 'Eric', I believe? Rest assured, he's here. And she'll take you to him, you have my word of that. As for your voice, well...that's a touch more complicated. But I'll seek out Regina and appeal to whatever she has of a better nature, see what I can do...I make no promises, I'm afraid."
It /couldn’t/ be…
The one thing Gold was absolutely positive of so far as Regina was concerned was that she would always be an enigmatic woman shrouded in mystery. And yet, he knew one or two of her darker secrets.
And the man that now strode through his door was...
"Don't fret, I understand perfectly. Feel free to browse for as long as you'd like. But be warned: you know what they say about curiosity and the cat..." Gold replied playfully, still keeping his eyes fixed intently on the man. "However, on a more serious note, I must admit...I have not seen you around Storybrooke before. And, to be quite frank, we don't see very many visitors here..."
"A few familiar faces, to be sure…but mostly strangers, the lot of you. In that case, although I’m hardly the best welcoming committee, I suppose I should welcome you to Storybrooke."
"Now, what can I do for you?"
"I was told that an object I am…
"A music box. I’m looking for a music box that is small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. It’s broken and wont work for anyone who doesn’t have magic. I need it for…sentimental reason."
"Many do. Tread carefully, dearie: when magic and sentiment go hand in hand, little good tends to transpire. But, as you seem determined to recover this particular trinket, I suppose I can check for it in back. I’ll just be a moment."
"I am aware of what magic and sentiment can cause. Only good can come from this particular trinket, as you call it. As long as it is in the right hands nothing dire shall arise.”
"I see…but you must understand that in this curious little town, you’ll cross paths with many interested parties claiming to be the ‘right hands’, as it were. It’s ip for you to know which ones speak the truth…and which ones do not."
"And you know if I speak the truth or not? The music box is mine and I would like to have it back. I need it. I care not whether or not you think I am have the right hands to posses it, and I gain nothing by lying to you.”
"Never said you did. But this sounds like it's meant for far more than sentimental value alone...it sounds to me like it's capable of far greater power, if you're so desperate to keep it in the 'right hands'. Tell me, what does it /really/ do?"
send me one of the following
"Don’t lie to me."
"You promised…"
"I thought you changed."
"You were supposed to be different."
"I trusted you!"
"I loved you once."
"This is your fault!"
"Tell me they’re lying."
"Please, don’t do this!"
"I don’t believe you."
"What have you done!?"
"You’re never going to change."
"I can’t even look at you right now."
"Tell me the truth!"
"Why won’t you look at me?"
"Stay away from me!"
"… I hate you."
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"Don’t bother. You’re not going to be able to leave." Peter smirked, inching closer to the other.
"Oh, I know that. I simply wanted an audience with you. And here you are."
"How can something be a mistake if it was what you wanted at the time?"
"Priorities change, dearie. You of all people should know that."
+onewhocriedwolf and 12 others have followed you!
The sight of other people spread warmth towards Ariel. Being in Storybrooke for awhile now, she despised being alone. However, she no longer felt the same isolation that had occurred only a few moments ago. “…” She chirped until realizing that she was still, in fact, mute.
"...don't worry, I'll take care of the talking this time around. I simply wanted to thank you for your assistance back in Neverland. Surely, we would still be lost in that dreadful land without your help. For that, you have my utmost appreciation."
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"You’re… Rumpelstiltskin. The dark one— I… Can I help you with something?"
"If you know who I am, dearie, you must also know that /others/ helping /me/ isn't generally how things work..."
"Nonetheless, it's a pleasure. And you are?"
Daniel had been walking around aimlessly through town. He wasn’t sure where anything was. He didn’t want to ask anyone for directions either, he had spent the last year keeping his head low. Avoiding people as much as he could. By doing that, it had left him with little to no social skills. Not...
It /couldn't/ be...
The one thing Gold was absolutely positive of so far as Regina was concerned was that she would always be an enigmatic woman shrouded in mystery. And yet, he knew one or two of her darker secrets.
And the man that now strode through his door was arguably her darkest. And, to his knowledge, presumably long since dead.
But, then again, death never really meant much in Storybrooke.
And yet, in spite of the sheer impossibility of it all, Gold's expression betrayed no emotion, a thin smile crossing his lips instead.
"Hello there. Welcome. Is there anything in particular you might be looking for on this fine day?"
"A few familiar faces, to be sure…but mostly strangers, the lot of you. In that case, although I’m hardly the best welcoming committee, I suppose I should welcome you to Storybrooke."
"Now, what can I do for you?"
"I was told that an object I am…
"A music box. I’m looking for a music box that is small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. It’s broken and wont work for anyone who doesn’t have magic. I need it for…sentimental reason."
"Many do. Tread carefully, dearie: when magic and sentiment go hand in hand, little good tends to transpire. But, as you seem determined to recover this particular trinket, I suppose I can check for it in back. I’ll just be a moment."
"I am aware of what magic and sentiment can cause. Only good can come from this particular trinket, as you call it. As long as it is in the right hands nothing dire shall arise.”
"I see...but you must understand that in this curious little town, you'll cross paths with many interested parties claiming to be the 'right hands', as it were. It's ip for you to know which ones speak the truth...and which ones do not."
"What have you done?!"
"Um… I may a have invited just a few people over…Well, maybe more than a few. Rumple, it is your birthday, you deserve a celebration!”
"Yes, but…well…frankly, I don’t think it’s much of a secret that people in this town don’t exactly hold me in the highest esteem…"
"They do now, but once they get to know you, they’ll see what I see: a mad with a good heart. You don’t really want people to be terrified of you forever, do you?"
"You really think I'm worried about what anyone else thinks of me? No...the only person whose thoughts on me I'll ever be concerned about are yours...and you never seem to think any less than the best of me, despite my ill-fated attempts to convince you otherwise..."
"I can’t even look at you right now."
"Belle, I…I’m sorry…I know you’re upset with me, really, I get it, but you have to understand, I had my reasons for what I was doing. Things simply got out of hand, you were never even supposed to know…"
"So you were just going to keep this from me!? How am i supposed to trust you if you’re going to keep using magic for these purposes. You promised me you weren’t going to do this anymore. You promised”
"Yes, yes, I know…I know, Belle, I’m sorry…believe me, upsetting you like this is the last thing I wanted to do…but things are…well…things are complicated right now…I can’t explain, but I just had to use magic…I need to have some sort of advantage, don’t you understand? If I don’t have magic…then what am I?"
"You’re a brave man fighting fairly! Don’t you see magic can be good, it can help people! But the magic you used to day was cruel, using magic that dark changes people! I-I don’t want you to change…"
"You…you think far too well of me, Belle. But you’re wrong…it’s too late for me, far too late. I’m already too far gone. Past all hope. I can’t change, don’t you see? I am what I always have been, what I always will be…a monster and a coward. And without magic…well…I’m nothing. Absolutely nothing…"
"Please Rumple, it’s never too late! You’re not a monster, you’re a kind man who has made bad decisions. All you have to do is start making good ones. The goodness is already there, all you need to do is let it guide you…"
"Whatever goodness there was in me, Belle...it died a very long time ago...what I am, what I've become...or perhaps, what I've been all this time, but come to accept only recently...there's no coming back from it. From all that I've done. I'm a villain, Belle. Always have been, always will be. And, for the life of me...I just can't understand why you refuse to see that..."
Next fate
After belle witnessed her beloved Rumple die before her eyes she found it hard to move on. As usual she would try to read to refocus and empty her mind but that didn’t work she would sit in Rumple’s shop staring at the chipped cup. Days turned into weeks, which turned into months, Now its coming up the first anniversary of Rumple’s death and Belle still hadn’t lost hope that is still out there….Somewhere. In Belle’s eyes a innocent man had died for a boy that was so dark hearted and that to her didn’t seem like a at all fair fate so their must be a second chance.
xXx
"...I'm a villain...and villains don't get happy endings..." With that last declaration and a final thrust of his dagger into the man who had caused him so much heartbreak, so much pain, he found himself consumed by blinding light. He mused that this must be what death was like. Sheer, untempered bliss. But no. Wherever he was going, it was not bound to be a happy place. So what cruel punishment did fate have in store for him now, at his final end? The light grew brighter and brighter, maddeningly so, until he had no choice but to wait for it all to be over. And then, just like that, it was. Opening his eyes, he found his father and the dagger were both missing. He was in Storybrooke once more, exactly where he had stood when he died. But he hadn't died. He'd made it. Somehow, through some manner of inexplicable magic, he'd cheated death once more. Fate had granted him a second chance. And suddenly, he knew where he needed to be. He knew who he needed to be with. Dashing as fast as his legs could take him, he made his way to the shop where he hoped and prayed that Belle, his one true love, would be waiting for him. He knew he didn't deserve it, but, in that moment, she was all he wanted to see. For, if he were truly dead and it were all some sort of dream, seeing her would at the very least make it a good one.
