Defend the Darkness

"I'm sorry sir," Dove says. He hates to be the bearer of bad news but the doctors are all too afraid to approach Mr. Gold themselves. He can't quite remember how it happened, but one of them managed to rope him into doing it. He needs to just get it out now, like ripping off a band aid. The hours of waiting are over now. There is nothing left to wait on. "Your son is dead."

defendthedarknessYou have all of one ask to completely shatter my character. Make it count.

Somehow, he had already known.He’d felt it. But that didn’t make it any easier to hear.He hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye. Ever since the accident,his son had been unconscious and Gold had been getting his own wounds looked after– despite his insistence that hewas fine and wanted to see his boy. The doctors seemed to thinkthat his ankle was permanently damaged, that he’d likely have to usea cane when he finally got out of this cast. What did he care? What did it matter? He would have given both ofhis legs for his son to be alright. No, he would have rather died. If oneof them had to, he would have preferred it be himself and not the childwho was barely a teenager.A limp. He could handle a limp. He didn’t know if he could handle t h i s. They’d been too cowardly to tell him themselves, eh? To tell him that despite all of their promises to do all they could, they had failed and Bae was dead.He wanted to rage at them, to shout and curse and threaten to evict every one of them, and perhaps later, he would. For now, there was only onethought on his mind.“I want to see him.” He was surprised at how even his voice sounded, howc a l m. Inside, he was screaming. “You go back, and you tell them that I want to see him now.”

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He stood stalk still for as long as his employer was inside. A few times people had started to come over, looking like they were going to enter. None of them had been able to make it all the way. Dove’s glare was too intimidating.

Mr Gold emerges from the room and Dove feels like he got stabbed in the heart. He cares about Mr. Gold’s well being more than anything else and seeing him like this hurts. He silently moves behind the wheelchair, taking the handles there. Usually he’d expect Mr. Gold to argue with that, but he doesn’t think he will today. Or at least he hopes he won’t. He’s too depressed and exhausted. Dove hopes his employer will let him do this one small thing for him. He waits patiently for him to either let go of the wheels or order Dove to just lead the way. Whatever he says Dove will listen. But he hopes Mr. Gold will let Dove feel useful. Because right now he feels completely useless, powerless to help the grieving father of a precious little boy who by all rights should still be alive. Today is the worst day of his life, and he can’t imagine how much more terrible it must be for Mr. Gold. He wishes this would all just end, but he doesn’t have the power to do that. So he just does his job and waits to see what his employer will do.

Dove is right. Usually, Gold would argue. Not today. Today, he’s not in the mood to protest. He’s not in the mood for anything. He lets go of the wheels and places his hands in his lap, his eyes fixing resolutely on his cast in an effort to hide the tears on his cheeks from Dove. All of this feels like a dream. Part of him is still hopeful that it is– that soon, he’ll wake up and Bae will be alive. Everything will be the way it used to be.

He knows the truth, of course, deep down. He just wishes that he didn’t.

By the time they reach Dove’s car, his shoulders are shaking with silent sobs. It should be him lying dead in that hospital room. Not Bae. Anyone but Bae. He says nothing more to Dove. He doesn’t have to.

#dove #dove: shatter #bythedagger #child death tw

He tires to ignore the way his employer just slumps in his seat and lets Dove take over. He tries to pretend that Mr. Gold has merely fallen asleep in his chair and isn’t having to cope with losing his child. He occupies himself with glaring at anyone who seems likely to try to stop them on the way out, or even anyone who even casts a small glance in their direction. His employer doesn’t need to deal with that on top of everything else.

By the time they reach the car, Dove can’t ignore it anymore. Mr. Gold is sobbing in a way he had never considered possible. He doesn’t blame the man. He understands completely. But he hates it none the less. He hates seeing the powerful yet secretly kind Mr. Gold shatter like this. He doesn’t know what to do about it.

He wipes a tear away out of his employer’s vision before coming around to the front of the wheel chair. Something like this has never happened before. He doesn’t know how to react. He wordlessly holds out a handkerchief even though it feels like too little. He doesn’t think Mr. Gold would relish a hug in the middle of the parking lot, or anywhere for that matter. He needs to get Mr. Gold home actually. That would be best.

He opens the car door with one hand as he continues to wordlessly hold out the handkerchief. He’ll help his employer into his car and then he’ll take him home. Not to the salmon house. No, Mr. Gold doesn’t need to enter his house and see all the signs of young master Bae. He’ll take the man to his own home, as inadequate as it is. It will be easier anyways, what with being a first floor apartment. There will be no stairs. He thinks it might help, at least for one night. He doubts Mr. Gold will put up much of a fight, even if he does fight it a bit. It will be for the best.

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I don’t know how to cut the replies now, on firefox. Until I find out, sorry but replies won’t be cut.

#ooc #psa

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dark hospital starters

“This is torture…” ”They said it’d only take one operation… but I’m still here and that was three years ago.” ”Welcome, you’re never going to see daylight again.” “I just want to get out. I don’t care whether I’m better or not.” “How do I know you’re real?” “What have they done to me?!” ”What have they done to you?!” “I want this to stop! I want to go home!” “Sit still and count to ten, it will all be over soon…” “Take your medicine and you’ll feel better, I promise.” ”I don’t think the ‘cure’ they keep talking about exists… I think we’re doomed.” ”Now, look at me and stay calm. This’ll only hurt a bit.” ”Why are you strapped to this fucking bed?! What are they doing to you?!” ”Look at me. Can you tell me how many fingers I’m holding up?” ”I thought so, you definitely need more surgery.” ”We’re just very curious… and you won’t live to see another day anyway, so you might as well give it a shot.” ”Something went wrong… I think you’re blind.” ”There are rumours going around that you’re next.” ”If I’d known this was what I was signing up for, I would’ve rather died at home.” ”So, how long have you been here for?” ”For this treatment you’ll need to undress first.” ”Why don’t you just let me go? We both know there’s no cure for this.” ”Open up wide and let me look inside.” ”I’m not going to lie, this will hurt a lot, but it’s the only way to help you.” ”You almost didn’t make it… but I saved your life.” ”Look at the light. Ah, I see… I think I’ll need to do something about that look in your eyes.” ”No, anaesthetics won’t work on you, that’s why I don’t use them. I’m very sorry about that.” ”Let me see what happens when I do this….” ”Can you handle more? I really want to try something else…” ”Maybe you’ll have visitors next week.” ”What happened to your arm? What did they do this time?” ”Oh my god! I can’t even look at you… What happened?!” “They say I’m in here because I’m crazy, I think I’m crazy because I’m in here.”

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"Can you hear me?"

“Yes,” he answered, though he couldn’t see the other man. They were both restrained to the table, and Archie couldn’t move his head enough to see his fellow prisoner. “Are … are you okay?” He hadn’t been able to see what they’d done to the other man, and had been far more preoccupied with what they’d been doing to him. But he was concerned about the other man’s health. And, discovering a way out of this place. Maybe, together, they could escape.

“I’m … I’ll be okay.” The room was big enough to stave off a panic attack due to claustrophobia, so he didn’t have to worry about that, at least. He could turn all his energy to fighting past pain, and attempting to get out of this place. “We need to get out of these restraints,” Archie commented, already fiddling with them. If only he had something to pick the lock with, he’d be able to get out of this. But, he didn’t. “Any ideas?” If not, they might be trapped, until the next day, and more experiments. Hopefully, the other man had an idea.

#Stephan #iwillalwaysdomybest #expirimentation #torture tw

The guys sounds nervous but that’s not a surprise. Stephan is too. Anyone would be. The important thing is that the other man is ready to try and escape. It doesn’t seem like he has any ideas though. Stephan thinks for a moment, looking around to see if he can spot anything that he might be able to reach and that might prove useful. He comes up with a grand total of zero ideas. Well, one idea. “I could force my hands out of the restraints.” If he did that he’d be able to sit and reach some helpful tools. The downside is that he would demolish his wrists. Most people wouldn’t be able to keep forcing it due to pain but he knows he can. He has after all been through worse. The question is whether or not he can do it before the people come back. He doesn’t know but he’s willing to try.

"Can you hear me?"

“Yes,” he answered, though he couldn’t see the other man. They were both restrained to the table, and Archie couldn’t move his head enough to see his fellow prisoner. “Are … are you okay?” He hadn’t been able to see what they’d done to the other man, and had been far more preoccupied with what they’d been doing to him. But he was concerned about the other man’s health. And, discovering a way out of this place. Maybe, together, they could escape.

#dove #expirimentation #iwillalwaysdomybest #tw torture

He almost laughs at the question put chokes it back. He doesn’t want to give a frightened man the wrong idea after all. “I’m alright,” he states. It somehow sounds better than ‘I’ve been through worse.’ He shifts in his bonds slightly but they won’t budge and he can’t access his power. They figured out how to block that. “How are you?” he asks, deciding to get the obvious question out of the way. After that hopefully they could try to escape. Stephan wants out of here and he’s sure that together he and this other prisoner can escape. They just have to stay calm and not freak out over lose of power and everything will be just fine. He’s sure of it.

sisterofthedarkone

He sits on the bed staring at the wall. He’s not sure how long it’s been since he got here. He likes it here though. The bed is soft and the room is quiet. There’s no screaming or yelling. It’s peaceful. His rescuer is here somewhere too. The Dark One. Everyone talked about his name in whispers. Everyone was scared of him. Dove wasn’t and he didn’t see why anyone would be. Dove liked him. The man had saved him from his parents. Everyone had liked Dove’s parents. Dove was scared of them. Maybe he’s just different.

He wonders if it’s okay to leave the room. He’s in a castle. He has never been in a castle before. He wants to explore. But the Dark One didn’t say he could leave this room. Dove doesn’t want to make him mad and then find out why everyone else is scared of him. He doesn’t want to get in trouble. He wants to be good. So he sits and stares at the wall, letting his mind wander like he’s gotten good at doing. It’s fun to escape from the world into his own head. He knows no one can get mad at him there. So he daydreams as he sits on the bed in the room he’d been told was his. He’d never had a room before. He hopes he doesn’t mess it up. He likes it here. He hopes he can stay.

#dove #sisterofthedarkone #tw child abuse #tw abuse #staying at the castle #[this is my first ever starter]#[so i hope it's okay]

"I'm sorry sir," Dove says. He hates to be the bearer of bad news but the doctors are all too afraid to approach Mr. Gold themselves. He can't quite remember how it happened, but one of them managed to rope him into doing it. He needs to just get it out now, like ripping off a band aid. The hours of waiting are over now. There is nothing left to wait on. "Your son is dead."

defendthedarknessYou have all of one ask to completely shatter my character. Make it count.

Somehow, he had already known.He’d felt it. But that didn’t make it any easier to hear.He hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye. Ever since the accident,his son had been unconscious and Gold had been getting his own wounds looked after– despite his insistence that hewas fine and wanted to see his boy. The doctors seemed to thinkthat his ankle was permanently damaged, that he’d likely have to usea cane when he finally got out of this cast. What did he care? What did it matter? He would have given both ofhis legs for his son to be alright. No, he would have rather died. If oneof them had to, he would have preferred it be himself and not the childwho was barely a teenager.A limp. He could handle a limp. He didn’t know if he could handle t h i s. They’d been too cowardly to tell him themselves, eh? To tell him that despite all of their promises to do all they could, they had failed and Bae was dead.He wanted to rage at them, to shout and curse and threaten to evict every one of them, and perhaps later, he would. For now, there was only onethought on his mind.“I want to see him.” He was surprised at how even his voice sounded, howc a l m. Inside, he was screaming. “You go back, and you tell them that I want to see him now.”

He’s not sure how long he sat there– it may have been ten minutes, it may have been ten hours. He doesn’t think it was longer than an hour, two at most. He knows that he didn’t say anything of importance. What would be the point, when his son was dead? Whatever it was that Gold had said to him, Bae had heard none of it.

He emerges from the room at long last with his eyes downcast and his hands gripping the wheels on his chair so tightly that his knuckles are white. “Take me home,” he says to Dove, and then falls silent.

#dove #bythedagger #dove: shatter #child death tw

He stood stalk still for as long as his employer was inside. A few times people had started to come over, looking like they were going to enter. None of them had been able to make it all the way. Dove’s glare was too intimidating.

Mr Gold emerges from the room and Dove feels like he got stabbed in the heart. He cares about Mr. Gold’s well being more than anything else and seeing him like this hurts. He silently moves behind the wheelchair, taking the handles there. Usually he’d expect Mr. Gold to argue with that, but he doesn’t think he will today. Or at least he hopes he won’t. He’s too depressed and exhausted. Dove hopes his employer will let him do this one small thing for him. He waits patiently for him to either let go of the wheels or order Dove to just lead the way. Whatever he says Dove will listen. But he hopes Mr. Gold will let Dove feel useful. Because right now he feels completely useless, powerless to help the grieving father of a precious little boy who by all rights should still be alive. Today is the worst day of his life, and he can’t imagine how much more terrible it must be for Mr. Gold. He wishes this would all just end, but he doesn’t have the power to do that. So he just does his job and waits to see what his employer will do.

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slavery starters

“You belong to me now, do you understand?! I don’t want to hear a single complaint!” “How dare you speak up to me?!” ”At the market they told me you were well behaved, you better not disappoint me now.” “How dare you complain while I provide you with food and a bed?” ”I paid good money for your pretty face. It’s not too much to ask you to do this for me…” “You don’t get to decide what happens to you. I own you!” “I don’t care whether it’s hard work. You do it because I paid for you to do it.” “If you oppose me, I will punish you so much you won’t even dare to speak again.” “Your personal feelings don’t exist anymore. You obey. Nothing more.” “You can’t take it anymore? Then I must bring you back. Broken products should be returned.” “Tell me who you belong to. I like to hear you say it.” “I do with you whatever I want from now on.” “Work through your hunger. You will get fed when you deserve it.” ”I think you’ve deserved the evening off. I know you’re overheated, go bathe.” ”You’ll need to get used to things around here, but I expect no complaints.” ”I don’t treat you half as badly as some out there. Aren’t you grateful?” ”I am not supposed to feel affection for you, slave, but I have no one else around to talk to.” ”I wouldn’t have slaves if I didn’t need them. Now do your job and don’t look at me like that.” “You can work harder than this.” “Don’t disappoint me, slave, or you’ll get punished.” “I expected you to be done with this this morning already. Have you been slacking? You know what happens when people don’t work their hardest, don’t you?” ”You serve me well, slave. I’m very fond of you. Now, keep this up another few years and you might even see your freedom again one day.” “Your tears mean nothing to me.” ”I’m not satisfied with your work. Try harder.” “You are supposed to fear me.”

#anyone? I would love to do this #ooc #meme

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Our muses have been taken into a hospital to get experimented on and are being kept in the same room at night, while the scientists and doctors have gone home. Send me ‘Can you hear me?’ for my muse’s response.

#this would be a perfect way to get to know Stephan #if you want to #but it can be dove too #just specify #or I'll chose #ooc #meme

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[text] Don’t worry, your child/pet is safe with me…

He started at the text for a second, before rushing to look outside. Sure enough, Pongo wasn’t in the backyard anymore, he was gone. Trying to take deep, steadying breaths, he looked back at his phone.[text] What do you mean by safe?

[text] Where are you? And who are you? Can I come get him?

“Hello,” Archie responded, getting to his feel and looking at the other man a bit warily. Which turned to a more potent form of fear when he saw Moe’s hand move to his hilt. “I’m Archie, and, uh, thanks for finding Pongo.” He’d instinctively taken a step back from the man. What could he want? Information, like Cora and Hook? “I, uh, should probably get going, before Marco starts to worry.” Marco had no idea he was in the forest, the man wouldn’t worry. But it was a good way to get Moe to leave him alone.

But, he was starting to wonder if the man really did mean him harm, when suddenly, Pongo trotted back over to him, licking the hand that was resting on the hilt. Archie stared in shock. “I, Pongo likes you.” Pongo didn’t like people who hurt him, like Hook or Cora. Of course, the dog might not realize Moe was dangerous. Still, Pongo was right a majority of the time, and Archie wanted to trust him.

The man seems nervous and rightfully so. He did have the man’s dog and make him meet out in the woods after all. It’s not the best introduction. Still he doesn’t want Archie to leave just yet. He still needs Pongo. Luckily the dog comes over then, licking him on the hand. He chuckles a bit, petting the dogs head.

“Yeah I’m glad he likes me,” Moe says with a smile. “Actually I kind of need his help with something. If that’s alright with you of course.” If Archie says no he’ll probably have to use force. He doesn’t want to. He hates force. But he needs the dog to help him, regardless the cost. He just hopes the owner agrees.

psa ;; please never expect me to respond quickly to anything ever. whether or not it’s a thread, it’s an ask, it’s a meme — whether or not I responded quickly the time before — whether or not I’m online — etc, etc, etc. I promise I’m not ignoring you, I promise I’m doing my best. I have tons of responsibilities not related to tumblr, && I also need to eat && sleep && sometimes I’m just not emotionally game. It’s not because I don’t like you, it’s not because I don’t want to do the thing, it’s because I’m human. show a little consideration, please && thank you!

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[text] Don’t worry, your child/pet is safe with me…

He started at the text for a second, before rushing to look outside. Sure enough, Pongo wasn’t in the backyard anymore, he was gone. Trying to take deep, steadying breaths, he looked back at his phone.[text] What do you mean by safe?

[text] Where are you? And who are you? Can I come get him?

He would just have to trust that the person was telling the truth. He didn’t know why he was so paranoid about this, it wasn’t hard to figure out his number. Half of Storybrooke had it in their phones, and it was on Pongo’s collar. He supposed he was so worried because this person had yet to indicate who they were.

[text] okay

Just to make sure the stranger knew he got the message. Archie rushed toward the forest, relief filling his face as he saw Pongo, with a stranger. Still, the man didn’t stop Pongo as he rushed to Archie. “Hey boy!” he greeted, petting his dog. In his joy, he almost completely forgot about the stranger. Pongo was alright, everything would be okay.

He does get a text back, but luckily it’s just confirmation that the other man received this message. He smiles happily as he continues petting the dog. The other man gets here quickly though and the dog runs over happily. He lets it, rising to stand as the red head starts petting the dog. Now’s probably a good time to introduce himself in person.

“Hi,” he says, hand subconsciously moving to rest on his sword. “I’m Moe. It’s nice to meet you.”

[text] Don’t worry, your child/pet is safe with me…

He started at the text for a second, before rushing to look outside. Sure enough, Pongo wasn’t in the backyard anymore, he was gone. Trying to take deep, steadying breaths, he looked back at his phone.[text] What do you mean by safe?

[text] Where are you? And who are you? Can I come get him?

Moe, as in Moe French? But his number was in Archie’s phone, surely it couldn’t be that Moe.

[text] Where in the forest?

He’d hit send before realizing he was, most likely, barreling headfirst into a trap.

[text] Do you want anything? Are you going to hurt me when I come?

Not that Archie could trust the stranger’s words, but … he didn’t have much of a choice.

He groans aloud at the new beep, making the dog bump his shoulder as though trying to make him feel better. He grins as it beeps yet again and he marvels at the speed the other man can text at.

[test] I’m by the waterfall. I won’t hurt you or the dog.

He feels accomplished that the spelling is correct even if he did have to hit the back button a few times. Hopefully that will be enough for the man and he’ll just come. Otherwise he’ll have to fumble his way through more texts. He sighs a bit, rubbing the dog’s head and admiring the pattern of white and black covering the animal. It’s more white than black but it’s almost a balance. He’s not going to complain. “Good boy,” he says as he waits for the dogs master to either respond again or come here. He can’t wait to actually see this guy and stop with the stupid texts. He’ll come across much better that way, he’s sure.

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“Wait–” She called after him. She watched him for a long moment before speaking. “Rumple sent you… didn’t he?” She didn’t need him to answer, she knew it was true. She sighed heavily, shaking her head. “You don’t have to go. I’d hate for you to get in trouble because of me.”

#dove #s2; stalker #bytherose

He groans inwardly as he obeys, turning slowly to look Miss Belle in the eye. And she guesses. Not that it’s really that hard. Dove has seen how much Mr. Gold cares for Miss Belle and he knows the man would do anything to protect her. She would have to be a fool to not realize that Mr. Gold had sent him, and that is one thing she most certainly is not.

“Thank you,” he states. Because while he doubts that his employer would get him in serious trouble he’d be angry that Belle was left on her own. Scared for her really. And Dove hates seeing Mr. Gold upset in any way. Maybe he should let Miss Belle know that. He doesn’t want her to think badly of his employer after all. So against his preferences he decides to utter more words than normal with her, at least for the moment. He has to get his points across. “I wouldn’t be in that much trouble. Mr. Gold is just concerned about you.”

[text] Don’t worry, your child/pet is safe with me…

He started at the text for a second, before rushing to look outside. Sure enough, Pongo wasn’t in the backyard anymore, he was gone. Trying to take deep, steadying breaths, he looked back at his phone.[text] What do you mean by safe?

[text] Where are you? And who are you? Can I come get him?

He looks up from petting the dog when the phone beeps. He looks down at the screen and reads the messages even as the phone beeps again. He sighs as he handles the device, clumsily and slowly typing back his answer.

[text] Safe is safe right? I’m Moe. Nice to meet you. Sory about this. It’s not the best way to met is it? He’s fine though. We’re in the forest.

He hits send and then sighs as he sees all the typos. He hates technology. Which is why, even though he knows that was probably not enough information to ease the psychiatrist, he leaves it there. He’ll be able to explain everything much better in person.