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You can't tell what's in a person's heart unless you truly know them. She was so gentle, good and kind. So fair in feature, form and mind. So constant too in filial duty, the neighbours call’d her Little Beauty! And when fair childhood’s days were run, that title still she wore and won; Lovelier as older still she grew, Improv’d in grace and goodness too. ~+~ {An independent multiverse Once Upon A Time RP blog. NSFW at times. Timezone: EST (GMT - 5 hours). Muse is up to date with the show}  chipped cups(s) | please read

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He wanted nothing more than to leave; to inform the Spinner that he was hanging up his hat and leave without another word- oh, he could relay the news to his caretaker- Belle, if he recalled correctly- and be on his way. But he did, contrary to popular belief, strive to be a gentleman on occasion.

Besides, one should never turn down a cup of tea, lest they have ulterior motives. And, for once, Jefferson had none.

"Well, of course," he replied between a sip of tea, "I wouldn’t expect anything else." It was hardly as if anyone would long to come here, much less work in his castle. If it weren’t for the handsome payment, Jefferson surely wouldn’t be anywhere near the estate. 

"What I mean to say is, what could you possibly require of him to agree to these terms?” He watched her, oddly intrigued, mind working through many different scenarios that he simply couldn’t see being true. “Pardon the curiosity.”

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Her slight smile still present, Belle gingerly stirred her tea as she remembered the circumstances which had brought her here to the castle in the first place. Make no mistake; though she smiled, it was only for the sake of politeness. She knew full well of the turmoil her father and her province had faced.

"Salvation," she confessed simply. She continued to stir though her tea was certainly lukewarm by now, "The Ogre Wars were raging on in the province my father ruled. So much death; so much despair. I had forgotten what peaceful times had felt like," Belle recalled almost bitterly.

"We had no choice but to summon Rumpelstiltskin and he named my servitude as his price for the offer of his protection," she explained. "I had no choice–I had to do the brave thing." She stopped stirring and finally took a small sip of her tea, not wanting to relive the panic of the times within the memory. 

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It was not business as usual, and Rumpelstiltskin knew it. So he decided to drag it out, make it seem like a social visit, complete with tea time with his new caretaker. A mocking gesture, but Jefferson could not find it in him to be insulted. 

To be quite honest, the now former portal-jumper was concerned. For the girl, that is. She’d told him that Rumpelstiltskin would be along shortly, but to make himself comfortable. He listened, watching her instead with narrowed eyes as she prepared the tea.

She seemed to be at ease, which was interesting. Blue eyes examining him, giving a soft smile- it was not surprising that Jefferson was perplexed. His relationship with Rumpelstiltskin was strictly business; he’d no interest in dealing with the man beyond that. And yet she seemed content. Then again, she could’ve been a wonderful actress. 

Head tilted to the side, he gave her a small smile. “So. How did he get you?”

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Part of Belle's duty as caretaker of Rumpelstiltskin's estate was (if he deemed necessary, of course) to entertain certain guests. On such occasions, Belle couldn't help feeling the pang of unease; the embers of which tended to spark and spread the longer she was forced to "perform." 

Luckily for her (if she deemed necessary), she was adept in the art of concealment.

Entertaining this man–this Jefferson–troubled Belle for one reason and one reason alone; for all that she had come to learn about Rumpelstiltskin, she knew he did not dare waste his time on anyone or anything he could care less for or in other words, anyone or anything that was not a boon to his work (the latter of which he used his own skill of concealment to keep hidden from her). She couldn't help but anticipate therefore that the importance of such "business" in which now both of the men (and who knew how many more?) were involved in, as represented by his request for her to entertain you see, was synonymous with danger. Most things associated with Rumpelstiltskin were and Belle was no fool; this was most likely no different.

Belle looked up from the tea she was nervously steeping and returned Jefferson's slight smile. "How else?" she countered, the breath of a small chuckle present in the irony of the question. "I made a deal."

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Reunited || magicisacrutch

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Gold, had his leg allowed for it, would have jumped for joy. He’d known that she would love it. He’d built the mansion with the express purpose of Belle loving it. “It meets your approval?” he said, unable to keep the smile off of his face.

David silently noted that he had never seen Gold smile so many times in a row before.

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Belle had been so enamored by the spectacle before her that she had barely registered Gold's question and when the wheels turning in her mind had slowed enough to in their frenzy, it took her several moments to simply nod a reply.

"Show me more?" she requested timidly. Her eyes locked with his intensely, faltering any and all attempts to control how taken she was by his estate.

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At times the world can seem an unfriendly and sinister place, but believe us when we say there is much more good in it than bad. All you have to do is look hard enough. 

And what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events, may, in fact, be the first steps of a journey.

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Reunited || magicisacrutch

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His eyes softened. “I expect it came as quite a shock. I’ve… I’ve changed quite a bit since we last met.” That was an understatement. But every change he’d undergone those past few years had been for the express purpose of finding her again and winning her back.

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The trio had migrated from Mr. Gold's expansive grounds to the atrium of his mansion; the exquisite entryway. It was opulent of course, if not more so, than the outer facade suggested it would be.

"Oh my..." she whispered, her voice trailing off the wider her stare became. She was mesmerized by the large winding marble staircase in particular, which was unsurprisingly adorned with gold accents. The surrounding golden hues, which became more illuminated with each passing glance, became a single entity themselves–much like the enigma of the persona they represented.

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Dual Beauties || Ariel x Belle

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The moment Ariel had remembered to breath, to move, to do something other than stand ideally by and wait to be found- she crouched. She shifted, hiding like a child from a parent, though this was a thousand times scarier than hiding from her father. In this, should she be found, she was certain she’d face much more than a stern talking to. 

So she crouch, hid, waited, half-holding her breath in fear. There was no way out, none that she wouldn’t be seen from. Short, shallow breaths, no sound. Waiting one minute than another. How she hated the waiting…

Finally, a sound, a step, a shifting of fabric. It was subtle, but fear could do wonders to one’s senses. Suddenly, a voice pulled the silence and Ariel felt her heart hammer in her chest. Biting down on her lip she closed her eyes as if not seeing them would mean they couldn’t see her. As she waited, the voice finally registered. 

Feminine.

Distinctly so. Certainly the terrifying Dark One would hold such a voice. Slowly, Ariel opened her eyes, curious. Who else might it be? Parting her lips, ever so slightly in thought, she weighed the risk. 

Briefly.

Before, finally, she took a deep breath and shifted, moving just enough to peer over the top of the chair she had hidden behind.

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Belle's brows furrowed. Her eyes attempted to scan her surroundings as she moved, albeit quietly, and searched. "Huh," she sighed aloud, surrendering the ownership of the shifting noise she had heard to her imagination. It was simply that. No one was here–especially in a fortress such as this–other than Rumpelstiltskin.

That was what she (incorrectly) thought.

She turned, for she now found herself in the center of the library. This area in particular had seating and it was through such seating she found her answer. Belle gasped when her eyes came in contact with it–half of a head with long flowing red hair and curious doe eyes. "Who...who are you?" she asked nervously, trying her best (and failing) at being demanding.

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Destiny || machiavellianscientist

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"You’ve certainly done that." He felt a mild wave of curiosity, though refrained from asking any more questions. She would have plenty of time to be interrogated later. Word would spread and even Rush would get wind. He, too, would be questioned, considering he was the one to find her. Fantastic. 

He was disliking this girl more with each passing moment. 

"From one dead end to another," he murmured; though that was hardly true, wasn’t it? To the majority of the crew, he supposed, and he was sure this odd woman would share their sentiments soon enough. God, she didn’t even know what a damned spaceship was. For her sake, he hoped whatever she’d gotten away from was worth it. 

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Belle flashed the man an awkward and hapless smile in reply. She smoothed her skirts, or attempted to at least–the transportation a la magic bean certainly did nothing for her (now disheveled) appearance. Still, she got away, and that was all that mattered in the end.

She took a step or two (nervous pacing was a habit of hers, you see), staring at her feet and the unfamiliar floor under them. Her head concocted a million questions and another million plans of action. Unsurprisingly, it was not long until her curious head shot up again.

"And does this...spaceship...have a name?" she asked, still unable to wrap her tongue around the unfamiliarity of the word for the "thing" she was now supposedly traveling on. Back home, names were always powerful, telling things, and perhaps this would be no different.

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Job Offers || theheartlockedaway

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The badge felt just as he had remembered it, and his chest couldn’t help but swell a little with pride as he adjusted it into place. There was definitely a part of him that had missed this.

"I’ll help you in whatever way you need, Belle," he told her. “I know that I’ve been useless these past several months, but I intend to fully make up for it."

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"Thank you," Belle replied warmly, truly grateful. But she couldn't help the way her brows furrowed, nor the way her eyes took pity on him now. "Useless?" she questioned aloud, a reflection of her thoughts.

Unfortunately a consequence of her incarceration in Storybrooke's mental asylum was that she had missed out on 28 years of Storybrooke's life. She knew Graham had been sheriff and held the position for a long time up until a certain point. Beyond that, the details were nonexistent for her.

"You...you don't have to explain you don't want to," suddenly remembering her sense of tact. She bit her lip, hoping he wasn't uncomfortable or she had forced him to revisit a part of his past he wanted to forget. Belle knew the pain of that all too well.

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It’s like forgetting the words to your favorite song. You can’t believe it. You were always singing along. It was so easy and the words so sweet. You can’t remember. You try to feel the beat.

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