The Warden

"If he wants to be Mr. Hyde, then I'll be Mr. Seek." -Utterson [Follows back as bossasbatch]

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[mrhydeishere]

“We keeping meeting in the forest and people will notice your out of jail...”

"Shhh, they won't know if it is never brought to their attention," he muttered, bringing a finger to her lips gently. "If that imp keeps suing you go to the jail, he'll get curious of your whereabouts."

[mrhydeishere]

Um How did I miss this?? ThiS IS SO CUTE I LOVE THIS

[gladlyrphelper]

BODY MEME

Send “✋” + a body part to find out if my muse likes being touched there.

Send “💪” + a body part to find out if my muse has muscles there

Send “👶” + a body part to find out if my muse hurt it when they were a child.

Send “✌️” + a body part to find out if my muse is sensitive there.

Send “💋 ” + a body part to KISS it.

Send “👀” + a body part if your muse likes looking at it.

Send “👏” + a body part if your muse likes/would like to touch it.

[lovemakesyouwonder]

[bossasbatch]

This This freaking character I wanna RP as him again someday

[bossasbatch]

Update: I made a blog for him X3 I need to go to the library so I can make decent pages for Rumple and Frollo @thedevilwearsties if you’re curious ^.^’

[ofpurenature-deactivated2018052]

Caged Bird

[ofpurenature-deactivated2018052]

She felt his grip tighten a little around her neck but no fear shown in her eyes. Johanna could see it, could see behind his eyes the anguish and struggle he faced in that moment to make sense of it all. He knew her as she was, a little bird in a cage and that still rang true. Then she felt him move and before she could say anything his lips crashed into hers.

All sense vanished from her mind in those few precious moments. Years upon years of faint yearning and memories of those few hours with him and now there they were. She met his rough force with equal passion after a moment as her hands reached to his back, digging into his coat to pull herself closer.

When he broke the kiss and she looked at him with shallow breathes coming from her lips and tears running down her cheeks. His question made a small laugh escape her lips, “Years I waited for tender words from you, hoped to find you again and that’s all you can say? I don’t know…I suppose that is love, passion, it needs and gives no explanation.”

Her eyes moved to every part of his face memorizing each detail until one of her hands released him and snapped. His chains vanished and her lips reached to recapture his. To be enveloped in his arms was all she desired now as the free hand placed itself on his neck, running through his hair.

[mrhydeishere]

For the first time in years, Hyde wasn't able to come up with words. The only thing he could say was his question. Even then, he hated how it came out. However, her reply made an amused little huff escape him. "If it makes it up, you simply take my speech away," he replied with a small smirk.

The small pinch of nervousness started to rise as she studied him, however. Was she second guessing? Did he change in appearance since their last encounter? Thanks to the heaviness of the chains, he started to lower his hands. But, when he heard the snap, he glanced down at his wrists and witnessed the chains vanish in her smoke. Gosh, magic was odd.

Before he could think of what to say, her lips were back on his. Almost too quickly, he returned the kiss hungrily as he snaked his arms around her middle tightly. He wanted her near him, close to him. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt her fingers brush his hair. He needed the contact. The affection. He forgotten that he needed it, but now he doubted he'd ever let go. He was too afraid of her leaving again.

[mrhydeishere]

A Forgotten Encounter

‘You caused her death. They all see you as the monster. You’re not even a man, you’re just half of one.’ His mind kept hissing its cruel words, making him see red. ‘Stop. Shut up. I know I can’t fix this. I know what I am. Enough!’ he would growl back to his inner voice. During these times, Edward was at his worst. Whether he was alone, with a mistress who was daring enough to come with him, or in a crowd, these episodes always ended in destruction. Some compared him to Jack the Reaper. Others, they just knew him as Mr. Hyde, a monster of a man with a terrible temper.

That was the obvious, yet confusing part of Edward Hyde: yes, he was the hate and greed and lust from Jekyll. But, he was so much more as well. Where the doctor seemed to have no feelings, Hyde’s emotions knew no grey. His emotions, if not controlled, were explosive. Usually, it was anger, grief, guilt, and hate mixed into one. When the monster showed through his flesh. In an attempt to gain more control over himself, Edward took his nights and walked aimlessly through the forest. It was there, in the pale moonlight, where he felt he could grab ahold of his racing mind and gain some control.

Tonight was different.

Tonight, he decided to take a completely different route. It seemed familiar, with the ghostly fog hugging the ground, yet the atmosphere felt…/different/. It didn’t feel like London, per say. When he looked up, he was shocked to see the sea of stars above him. Only for a moment, he was in awe. Then he pushed onward: if you keep exploring, your mind can’t speak as well.

Eventually, the trees around him became more full and more vibrant in color. He even failed to notice that the fog was long gone. There was something to this forest. What, Hyde couldn’t quite place his finger on it. He froze in his tracks when he heard a twig snap somewhere beside him. Was it a creature? Or perhaps…

“Show yourself!” Hyde called out, his rich voice echoing through the quiet forest. “Don’t try to hide, I know you’re there!”

@alluringstubborness

[alluringstubborness-blog]

As they always say, ‘actions possess no power compared to words’. Now more than ever, Snow White was very well aware of what that saying truly meant.

‘WANTED For crimes against the Queen: Murder, Treason, Treachery.’ said the scrawlings on the parchment poster, with her fair face stamped upon it and scattered throughout the kingdom — very much like a plague. Yet, taking those posters down and ripping them from every tree, wall or door had turned into an unfortunate habit. However, it is true that the more often you read, hear or see a certain thing, the more you tend to believe and trust that information. That was the exact damnable circumstance that haunted Snow’s restless nights. She needed her people to trust her and have faith in who she truly was. They were the dominant reason why she was now living on an eternal run, amid shadows and isolation. If they were to listen to the Queen’s vengeance bathed prattle and lies, the fallen princess would be entirely defuncted.

A bandit. A dog on the run. Certainly not the future she had wished upon a star for, thrown back to when she was a naive infant. In the darkest nights, inside the rabbit hole she now had the unpleasure to call /home/, the royal bandit would dive deep inside the furthest regions within her mind and blame herself. ‘Perhaps it /is/ your fault, Snow.’ She would hear her very own voice spitting her self-loathing statements through an echo. ‘Look at you, running away like a filthy rat, after destroying everything that woman truly had. /Coward/.’

Her feet brought her outside of her warm cave. Using her thin fingers to lift her fabric hood and to cloak her physiognomy, she began to wander in the dark, carrying her wooden bow and arrows behind her back. For quite some time, her distraction prevented her from noticing another presence nearby. Seeing the male figure at once, Snow tried to contain a gasp and slipped behind a thick and tall tree, snapping a branch in the process.

Yet another hunter from the Queen’s patrol? As he spoke, the bandit took a rather slow step aside, revealing her silhouette. She did not dare to protest in any way nor remove her hood, leaving all her features underneath shadows — except from her red lips.

[mrhydeishere]

Edward wasn’t afraid, but he wasn’t comfortable. He felt…uneasy. He was unsure of his surroundings and who or what could be in it. It was only natural for him to react the way he did. However, he wasn’t expecting the willing response.

As soon as he called out to the noise, he noticed the dark silhouette set out of its hiding place. It wasn’t a big figure, but the bow was hard to miss. Hyde narrowed his dark eyes as he studied the figure. The cloak covered the frame of the body, and the hood covered most of the face. All except one feature: lips as red as a rose. A woman.

“My…a woman running about the forest at this time of night,” he cooed. He was tempted to step closer to the cloaked woman, to see what she looked like out of the shadows, but he held himself back. Not now. “Why? Don’t you know how /dangerous/ the forest can be? You can never tell what is lurking behind every shadow.”

[alluringstubborness-blog]

“Then you might as well know that darkness and shadows do not frighten me.” She replied in a somewhat cold tone while pulling the wooden bow from her back — the object which she had stolen from the royal archer, who’s heart mustn’t have been spared. After all, losing his weapon to a mere fugitive equaled weakness, and Her Majesty would not tolerate such unfortunate event among her soldiers.

Nevertheless, she took a second look. From the top of his head – that carried very well-combed dark hair; To the tip of her toes – covered by a pair of sofisticated leather shoes. He seemed rather elegant.

/Too elegant/.

“I could say the same, though…” The bandit paused, giving her cloaked head a vague tilt. Narrowing her distrustful eyes, she proceeded. “What is a man such as /yourself/ doing in these dark woods, hm? I trust you are not one of the Queen’s minions, are you?” Even though the shadows wouldn’t allow her facial traces to be seen, Snow cocked an eyebrow, holding her bow within an even tighter grasp. The large gap in between the both of them forbade her from spotting any familiar details that belonged to his physical appearance.

[mrhydeishere]

His eyes darted to the bow as she moved to grasp it. Once he was sure that she wasn't going to /use/ it yet, Edward returned his gaze to the hooded face. For only a second, he was confused. The Queen's minion? He could help but let out a huff of amusement. "Please, I'm not /anyone's/ minion," he replied, crossing his arms behind his back.

"I'm merely here to enjoy the night. You look like you're trying to hunt something, or someone, down." He paused, tilting his head slightly. "By how you said the title, I assume you and this...Queen don't meet eye to eye."

[deals-and-the-chipped-cup]

mrhydeishere:

“Hmph, why don’t you tell me how you really feel,” he remarked sarcastically. Following Rumple’s nod, he spotted the man behind the counter once more. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he thought: the poor guy probably never thought in years he’d be trapped with the Dark One and Mr Hyde at the same time. But, then again, this whole town was an odd one. With a huff, he turned back to Rumple.

“He doesn’t have my curiosity,” he stated with a little shrug of his shoulder. “We hate each other for the one story we have together, but we don’t know our other stories.” He paused for a second. “Well, you may know my story: you helped make me. I, on the other hand, only know you as the one who helped the doctor. Obviously, you’ve done a lot more than that.” Carefully, he leaned against the window as he looked at the other. “Unlike the poor soul trapped with us, you have my hate and curiosity.”

He wasn’t terribly surprised that Hyde had no interested in speaking with the other guy in the shop, but it had been worth a try, since Rumple was not at all interested in talking with Hyde.  It seemed though that Hyde was not going to stop talking to him.  Why did they have to end up in the same place waiting out the downpour?

“So because you’re curious you believe that I’ll just tell you about myself?  I have no interest in telling you my life story.”  Rumple was perfectly content for Hyde to know nothing about him except for their interactions with each other.  He wasn’t one to just start talking about himself just because someone wanted to know.  And if Hyde was expecting that from him, then he was going to be disappointed.

[mrhydeishere]

"I don't expect you to tell me anything," he replied bluntly. With a slow exhale, Hyde turned his dark eyes to the rain. "I expected it to spark up some conversation. Which, in a sense, it worked." He paused for a moment. "Why were you so interested in Jekyll's potion? I can probably plug two and two together, but you never really told us."

[lxckwolf-archive]

Masterlist of Memes

Symbols

☹ My muse is visiting your muse on their death bed

♫ A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffle

☻ A drabble of our muses on their wedding day

☺ my muse trying to piss yours off

ت our muses running into each other after not seeing each other for several years

ヅ for a situation that got both our muses arrested

シ my muse walks in on your naked

Ü your muse walks in on my muse naked

ϡ a goodbye letter from my muse to yours

♥ you muse suprises my muse with a kiss

۵ my muse kisses yours to shut them up

ღ a forehead kiss from my muse

웃 my muse torturing yours for information

유 my muse trying to seduce information from your muse

♈ a holiday drabble featuring our muses

♉ our muses are together when they get ambushed

≑ my muse wakes up in your muse’s body

?  my muse will ask your muse a question they always wanted to ask

+ my muse has died and your muse is included in their will

◈ my muse’s reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised 

♊ my muse will do something stupid to impress your muse

✃ your muse visiting mine in the psych ward

♋ my muse visiting yours in the psych ward

❅ my muse rescues yours

✪ my muse seeing the ghost of your muse

● my muse’s turn offs

○ my muse’s turn ons

△ our muse’s get in a playful wrestling match

⍢ my muse gives yours a hickey

✧ our muses having dinner together

☎ my muse drunk dials your muse

✈ our muses on a flight together

☼ my muse giving yours a massage

♡ my muse flirts with your mue

☣ your muse visiting my muse in prison

♌ your muse visiting mine in prison

X my muse doesn’t remember anything from the night before. They have blood on their hands, and your muse is beaten at their feet.

☁ our muses are trapped in a fire together

〰 our muses are at the beach together

❢ my muse has lost their memory, and at the sight of your muse starts to remember things

✑ my muses daily routine

❂ a new years eve memory from my muse

✬ our muses share a new years eve kiss

✆ your muses name, ringtone, and icon in the muse’s phone

◙ a christmas gift from my muse

♍ a sexual story from my muse

₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together

❊  a regret my muse has about your muse

♎ your muse tracing one of my muse’s scars

♏ my muse tracing a scar of your muse’s

♐ my muse hearing your muse scream

♑ our muses go out for coffee together

♒ my muse visit’s your muse’s grave

♓ my muse injures your muse

✄ your muse injures my muse

☩ a dream my muse has about your muse

☨ my muse searching for your muse

☦ my muse trying to cheer up your muse

✞ my muse taking care of a your muse while their sick

✛ my muse trying to calm your muse down

✜ my muse trying to get your muse to recover from amnesia

✝ a confession from my muse to yours

✙ our muses shopping together

✠ our muses watching the stars together

« a past memory with our muses

» a daydream my muse has about yours

✐ a mistletoe kiss

✎ our muses going to a costume ball together

✏ our muses are evil and out reaking havoc together

♔ a kiss on the cheek

♕ a kiss on the palms

♖ a kiss on the back of the hand

♗ a kiss on the nose

♘ a kiss on the eyelids

♙ a kiss on a bruise

Sentence Memes

“You belong to me”

“I found you”

“I’m in jail”

“You make me so hot”

“I have to leave”

“Please don’t leave”

“And what about our parents?”

“Who did this to you?”

“You shouldn’t have done that”

“What happened last night”

“We never tell anyone about this”

“So, you want to play games?”

“Does that require pants?”

“Lets just have a lazy day”

“Then go kill the bitch”

“I’m pregnant”

“You broke me”

“Don’t touch me”

“You can’t fix this”

“There’s nowhere we can hide”

“I’m not listening”

“Who do you think you are?”

“I don’t need you here.”

“Did I fall asleep?”

“A little evil goes a long, long way.”

“I will not die.”

“I don’t care.”

“I have no regrets.”

“I feel numb.”

“All monsters are human.”

“You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine.”

“You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine.“”

“How many time have I told you to be more careful?”

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”

“Are you crazy?”

“Do you trust me?”

“How did you escape?”

“Is that blood behind your ear?”

“Take. This. Off. ”

“What’s in it for me?”

“What’s in it for you?”

[deals-and-the-chipped-cup]

Continued from here. @mrhydeishere​

mrhydeishere:

Hyde wasn’t surprised, but a small part of him was almost disappointed at Rumple’s choice to, once again, ignore him. He saw out the corner of his eye that the other looked over at him, only to turn back to the window and say nothing. Hyde wiggled his nose slightly in annoyance. Why must this man be so stubborn?

He kept quiet for a little bit longer instead of trying again right away. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what to say next. Obviously, he wasn’t going to comment on the rain. Though he was still shivering, it had calmed down enough to the point that his teeth had stopped chattering. Glancing over at the shorter man, he couldn’t help but be slightly amused: it wasn’t everyday that you saw Rumplestiltskin /drenched/. But, before he said anything about it, he gave it a second thought and decided it wasn’t the best idea.

“For a guy who liked talking, you’re quite quiet,” he finally tried again once he turned his eyes back to the window. “Almost sad, considering the fact that this storm looks like it’s not going to ease up anytime soon.”

“Have you considered that there are those I don’t enjoy talking to?”  Rumple wasn’t actually sure where Hyde even got that idea from.  There were few people he actually liked talking to, at least in a friendly manner.  He didn’t mind talking to others if he was making deals, and getting something he wanted out of the interaction.  “A category which you are included in.”

He didn’t even turn to look at Hyde as he said that, keeping his focus on the rain still pouring down outside, which unfortunately did not look like it would let up anytime soon, just as Hyde had said.  The rain had been annoying when he’d ducked inside the shop in the first place, but now he wanted it to stop, or at least let up enough that he could walk to his pawnshop without getting soaked, so that he could escape Hyde’s company.

“If you must talk about the rain with someone, perhaps you could discuss it with him.”  Rumple turned his attention away from the window then to nod towards the guy behind the counter.  He doubted he wanted to speak with Hyde either, but didn’t particularly care what the other guy wanted if it would get Hyde to stop trying to engage him in conversation.

[mrhydeishere]

"Hmph, why don't you tell me how you really feel," he remarked sarcastically. Following Rumple's nod, he spotted the man behind the counter once more. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he thought: the poor guy probably never thought in years he'd be trapped with the Dark One and Mr Hyde at the same time. But, then again, this whole town was an odd one. With a huff, he turned back to Rumple.

"He doesn't have my curiosity," he stated with a little shrug of his shoulder. "We hate each other for the one story we have together, but we don't know our other stories." He paused for a second. "Well, you may know my story: you helped make me. I, on the other hand, only know you as the one who helped the doctor. Obviously, you've done a lot more than that." Carefully, he leaned against the window as he looked at the other. "Unlike the poor soul trapped with us, you have my hate and curiosity."

[mrhydeishere]

A Forgotten Encounter

‘You caused her death. They all see you as the monster. You’re not even a man, you’re just half of one.’ His mind kept hissing its cruel words, making him see red. ‘Stop. Shut up. I know I can’t fix this. I know what I am. Enough!’ he would growl back to his inner voice. During these times, Edward was at his worst. Whether he was alone, with a mistress who was daring enough to come with him, or in a crowd, these episodes always ended in destruction. Some compared him to Jack the Reaper. Others, they just knew him as Mr. Hyde, a monster of a man with a terrible temper.

That was the obvious, yet confusing part of Edward Hyde: yes, he was the hate and greed and lust from Jekyll. But, he was so much more as well. Where the doctor seemed to have no feelings, Hyde’s emotions knew no grey. His emotions, if not controlled, were explosive. Usually, it was anger, grief, guilt, and hate mixed into one. When the monster showed through his flesh. In an attempt to gain more control over himself, Edward took his nights and walked aimlessly through the forest. It was there, in the pale moonlight, where he felt he could grab ahold of his racing mind and gain some control.

Tonight was different.

Tonight, he decided to take a completely different route. It seemed familiar, with the ghostly fog hugging the ground, yet the atmosphere felt…/different/. It didn’t feel like London, per say. When he looked up, he was shocked to see the sea of stars above him. Only for a moment, he was in awe. Then he pushed onward: if you keep exploring, your mind can’t speak as well.

Eventually, the trees around him became more full and more vibrant in color. He even failed to notice that the fog was long gone. There was something to this forest. What, Hyde couldn’t quite place his finger on it. He froze in his tracks when he heard a twig snap somewhere beside him. Was it a creature? Or perhaps…

“Show yourself!” Hyde called out, his rich voice echoing through the quiet forest. “Don’t try to hide, I know you’re there!”

@alluringstubborness

[alluringstubborness-blog]

As they always say, ‘actions possess no power compared to words’. Now more than ever, Snow White was very well aware of what that saying truly meant.

‘WANTED For crimes against the Queen: Murder, Treason, Treachery.’ said the scrawlings on the parchment poster, with her fair face stamped upon it and scattered throughout the kingdom — very much like a plague. Yet, taking those posters down and ripping them from every tree, wall or door had turned into an unfortunate habit. However, it is true that the more often you read, hear or see a certain thing, the more you tend to believe and trust that information. That was the exact damnable circumstance that haunted Snow’s restless nights. She needed her people to trust her and have faith in who she truly was. They were the dominant reason why she was now living on an eternal run, amid shadows and isolation. If they were to listen to the Queen’s vengeance bathed prattle and lies, the fallen princess would be entirely defuncted.

A bandit. A dog on the run. Certainly not the future she had wished upon a star for, thrown back to when she was a naive infant. In the darkest nights, inside the rabbit hole she now had the unpleasure to call /home/, the royal bandit would dive deep inside the furthest regions within her mind and blame herself. ‘Perhaps it /is/ your fault, Snow.’ She would hear her very own voice spitting her self-loathing statements through an echo. ‘Look at you, running away like a filthy rat, after destroying everything that woman truly had. /Coward/.’

Her feet brought her outside of her warm cave. Using her thin fingers to lift her fabric hood and to cloak her physiognomy, she began to wander in the dark, carrying her wooden bow and arrows behind her back. For quite some time, her distraction prevented her from noticing another presence nearby. Seeing the male figure at once, Snow tried to contain a gasp and slipped behind a thick and tall tree, snapping a branch in the process.

Yet another hunter from the Queen’s patrol? As he spoke, the bandit took a rather slow step aside, revealing her silhouette. She did not dare to protest in any way nor remove her hood, leaving all her features underneath shadows — except from her red lips.

[mrhydeishere]

Edward wasn't afraid, but he wasn't comfortable. He felt...uneasy. He was unsure of his surroundings and who or what could be in it. It was only natural for him to react the way he did. However, he wasn't expecting the willing response.

As soon as he called out to the noise, he noticed the dark silhouette set out of its hiding place. It wasn't a big figure, but the bow was hard to miss. Hyde narrowed his dark eyes as he studied the figure. The cloak covered the frame of the body, and the hood covered most of the face. All except one feature: lips as red as a rose. A woman.

"My...a woman running about the forest at this time of night," he cooed. He was tempted to step closer to the cloaked woman, to see what she looked like out of the shadows, but he held himself back. Not now. "Why? Don't you know how /dangerous/ the forest can be? You can never tell what is lurking behind every shadow."

[mrhydeishere]

"It's called a hamburger and onion rings. I promise you'll like it." Smiling across from him, Hyde was becoming a more familiar face in town so Johanna was trying her best to show him around.

Hyde was hesitant at first at the idea of eating out. Yes, people were starting to get used to seeing him, but that didn’t mean they /liked/ seeing him.

But, of course, she won.

Now, he was looking at the plate of food in front of him before looking up at Johanna with an arched eyebrow. “Though it all looks questionable, the… what did you call them. Onion rings?” He huffed softly. “Why would someone do that to an onion, it wasn’t too bad before they made it into a ring.”

[ofpurenature-deactivated2018052]

“Because frying an onion in grease and battering it makes it taste fantastic.” Biting into one she smiled before sliding his drink towards him. “This is called Soda, I wasent sure what you’d like so I got orange soda to see how you like it. I promise that one morning I will let you show me a traditional 18 century English breakfast okay?”

[mrhydeishere]

He took a moment longer to actually try the food. It smelled odd. Not the kind of fresh that he knew, but it didn't smell bad either. When Johanna mentioned it, his eyes went to the drink before back to her, an amused smirk on his lips. "I have heard of soda, my dear. I don't live /that/ deep in the past," he remarked as he sipped on the orange pop, his voice almost playful. "Oh, will you now? I'll have to hold you to that."

[mrhydeishere]

"It's called a hamburger and onion rings. I promise you'll like it." Smiling across from him, Hyde was becoming a more familiar face in town so Johanna was trying her best to show him around.

Hyde was hesitant at first at the idea of eating out. Yes, people were starting to get used to seeing him, but that didn’t mean they /liked/ seeing him.

But, of course, she won.

Now, he was looking at the plate of food in front of him before looking up at Johanna with an arched eyebrow. “Though it all looks questionable, the… what did you call them. Onion rings?” He huffed softly. “Why would someone do that to an onion, it wasn’t too bad before they made it into a ring.”

[deals-and-the-chipped-cup]

⛪ : Our muse taking shelter from the rain ((I dunno if you're still accepting the rainy season meme, but I thought 'why not?' X3 [mrhydeishere]))

It was pouring.  What had only a few minutes ago been a pleasant spring day had turned into a downpour.  Perhaps the darkening clouds in the sky should have been a warming when Rumple left the pawnshop to walk and get lunch at Granny’s, but he hadn’t heeded them, and now he found himself quickly getting soaked as he walked back.

At this rate, his food would soon become a soggy mess, and he would be completely drenched, so even though the pawnshop wasn’t far, he ducked into a shop.  Ignoring the person behind the counter, who didn’t seem much interested in talking to him anyway, Rumple turned his attention out the window, watching as the rain continued to pound against the sidewalk and the street.

@mrhydeishere

[mrhydeishere]

The signs was there, but Edward didn’t pay too much attention to the dark clouds. In an attempt to be ‘more out going,’ he thought a walk through town would be nice. The clouds hiding the blazing sun only made the idea more appealing. Well, the Englishman had underestimated the severity of the storm.

He figured he would get a warning light rain or a clash of thunder to signal him to head back home, but neither came. Almost as if someone flipped on a switch, the rain came as a heavy sheet, drenching him in the cold water. Without thinking, he turned and entered the closest shop to him.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered as he closed the door behind him, his teeth involuntary clashed against each other as he shivered. With how warm the air felt at first, he figured that he didn’t need his evening coat. Now he was highly regretting that decision. The person behind the counter merely looked up for a moment before returning to his work. ‘He doesn’t seem to be in a welcoming mood,’ he mused as he turned to the window. He blinked when he realized that there was someone there. Rumple, to be exact. A Rumple that looked like he, too, got caught in the storm.

“Just my luck,” he muttered as he made his way over to the window. He made sure to leave a comfortable amount of space between them, but he couldn’t help but fix his gaze on the downpour outside. After a moment of silence, Hyde spoke up. “I haven’t seen a downpour this bad in years.”

[deals-and-the-chipped-cup]

And it was just Rumple’s luck that he couldn’t wait out the downpour in peace.  When he’d seen Hydes coming down the street, and then picking the same shop to come inside, Rumple had been far from pleased.  Not that he’d been pleased about standing in the shop waiting for the rain to stop in the first place, but if he needed to do that, then he wanted to at least do so without someone else waiting with him.

He ignored Hyde until the other man decided to speak to him.  When he did look over at him, he gave him an annoyed expression.  It was slightly entertaining seeing Hyde after getting drenched in the downpour, but seeing as his clothes where also quite wet, Rumple decided not to comment on it.  He didn’t need Hyde pointing that out to him.

Maybe if he ignored him, Hyde wouldn’t try to have a conversation with him, and he could pretend that he was alone in the shop.  That’s what the person behind the counter had been doing, and it suited him just fine.  Rumple turned his attention back to the window, and watched the rain fall outside.

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Hyde wasn't surprised, but a small part of him was almost disappointed at Rumple's choice to, once again, ignore him. He saw out the corner of his eye that the other looked over at him, only to turn back to the window and say nothing. Hyde wiggled his nose slightly in annoyance. Why must this man be so stubborn?

He kept quiet for a little bit longer instead of trying again right away. Honestly, he wasn't sure what to say next. Obviously, he wasn't going to comment on the rain. Though he was still shivering, it had calmed down enough to the point that his teeth had stopped chattering. Glancing over at the shorter man, he couldn't help but be slightly amused: it wasn't everyday that you saw Rumplestiltskin /drenched/. But, before he said anything about it, he gave it a second thought and decided it wasn't the best idea.

"For a guy who liked talking, you're quite quiet," he finally tried again once he turned his eyes back to the window. "Almost sad, considering the fact that this storm looks like it's not going to ease up anytime soon."

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A Forgotten Encounter

'You caused her death. They all see you as the monster. You're not even a man, you're just half of one.' His mind kept hissing its cruel words, making him see red. 'Stop. Shut up. I know I can't fix this. I know what I am. Enough!' he would growl back to his inner voice. During these times, Edward was at his worst. Whether he was alone, with a mistress who was daring enough to come with him, or in a crowd, these episodes always ended in destruction. Some compared him to Jack the Reaper. Others, they just knew him as Mr. Hyde, a monster of a man with a terrible temper. That was the obvious, yet confusing part of Edward Hyde: yes, he was the hate and greed and lust from Jekyll. But, he was so much more as well. Where the doctor seemed to have no feelings, Hyde's emotions knew no grey. His emotions, if not controlled, were explosive. Usually, it was anger, grief, guilt, and hate mixed into one. When the monster showed through his flesh. In an attempt to gain more control over himself, Edward took his nights and walked aimlessly through the forest. It was there, in the pale moonlight, where he felt he could grab ahold of his racing mind and gain some control. Tonight was different. Tonight, he decided to take a completely different route. It seemed familiar, with the ghostly fog hugging the ground, yet the atmosphere felt.../different/. It didn't feel like London, per say. When he looked up, he was shocked to see the sea of stars above him. Only for a moment, he was in awe. Then he pushed onward: if you keep exploring, your mind can't speak as well. Eventually, the trees around him became more full and more vibrant in color. He even failed to notice that the fog was long gone. There was something to this forest. What, Hyde couldn't quite place his finger on it. He froze in his tracks when he heard a twig snap somewhere beside him. Was it a creature? Or perhaps... "Show yourself!" Hyde called out, his rich voice echoing through the quiet forest. "Don't try to hide, I know you're there!" @alluringstubborness

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