#askingmrgold

[ask-thechippedcup]

The past few weeks had been the busiest and most eventful she'd ever experienced. Between the final argument with her father, the trip to the courthouse, and then the spur of the moment relocation to Storybrooke, Maine - Belle was beginning to feel the new beginning and fresh start that her and Robert had gone looking for. Everytime she caught a glimpse of the ring, perched comfortably on her left hand, she felt that rush of excitement and bubbly feeling all over again.

The plan hadn't been to run off and get married. Her and Robert had been together for a while, to the disappointment of her father who had made it his mission to change her mind. It wasn't just her mind the man had been going against, it was her heart as well. She'd played along and tried keeping things amicable when the topic of her relationship was discussed but this last time it had gotten out of hand. There was yelling, her slamming the door, and her showing up at Robert's. In the aftermath, as usual, she found herself cuddled against him on the couch and after a comment about what her father had said that very evening - "... he'll never earn my approval ..." - the idea emerged.

They didn't need his approval.

So they packed up and left.

Placing the box that was in her arms down atop another one, she paused and looked around at the room that had been completely empty when they arrived. Now, there were boxes stacked strategically according to where they belonged. Turning to head back outside, she stopped in the doorway at the sight of her new husband - a fact that she was still awed by everytime the thought crossed her mind.

"You haven't taken even a small break from unloading the truck. It's not a race, honey." She called from her spot in the doorway, an amused smile on her face. She knew he wanted to get everything settled as soon as possible and that he'd overexert himself if she didn't stop him.

@askingmrgold

[ask-thelostgirl]

“We’re family.” Emma replied with a warm smile. “I’m pretty sure I can handle whatever you throw at me. I had a good education and I married you’re son. I think I’m prepared.”

@askingmrgold​ continued from here

[ask-panofneverland]

Pan sat in the midst of his camp as a brisk wind surged throughout. The boys surrounding him collapsed to the ground and the torches that illuminated the compound ceased. 

“We have a guest,” the lost boy exclaimed as he stood. “No doubt someone who knows how much I like guessing games.” He sauntered over in the general direction of the not-so surprise guest. “Who could it be?” he asked despite already knowing the answer. 

“I guess, the Dark One.” With the flick of his wrist, Pan reignited a torch that illuminated the aged face of the man before him--his son. It had been a long time since the lost boy last looked into Rumple’s eyes. He could still imagine him as a child. The one who he abandoned all those years ago. Even so, Pan didn’t wish harm to his son--unless he stood in the way of the thing he desired. He had no remorse in doing what was necessary to secure the heart of the truest believer.

“Come to save Henry, have you laddie?” the lost boy taunted. “How exciting.”

@askingmrgold

[ask-tamara]

“I said I was sorry about Neal.” Had Tamara known who she was working for from the start, she would have never went along with it, and now her heart was in the palm of the Dark One’s hand. “Please... Please don’t do this. I made a mistake. I can explain everything. I can explain why I worked for Pan and maybe you’ll understand.”

@askingmrgold​

[askmayormills-a]

Of course on the one night Regina doesn't have the energy to cook, the one night she gives in and agrees to get Granny's for her and Henry, is the one night the wolf isn't there. She sighs and turns to leave but the door is blocked by snow that hadn't been there when she entered moments ago. She flicks her wrist in an attempt to poof herself home, but nothing happens. She frowns and tries to use her anger to summon a fireball but again nothing happens. She couldn't even feel the thrum of her magic that was always there even when she wasn't using it.

A moment of panic flickered through her before rage filled her. She turned to face the other patrons, few though they be, and directly addressed the one she knew was responsible. "You," she pointed to Rumple and took a few steps toward him. "What reason could you possibly have to trap us all here?"

@askingmrgold

[ask-charming-david]

askingmrgold replied to your post “What's your favorite type of cake?”

You're a very odd man, Mr Nolan.

How so?

[askthefairestqueen]

Madame Mayor, has there been an incident with the town's water supply that I am not privy to?

I am keeping a close eye on it. Last time I checked, there was nothing wrong with the water, Mr. Gold. I have no idea what’s going on, but I can assure you no harm is coming from our water supply. You can safely use it.

[ask-robinlocksley]

askingmrgold replied to your post: AU: Have you noticed the people of Storybrooke...

They’ve all gone bloody mad.

Any idea as to why? Have any been bold enough to try to break into your shop? All I’ve been told is don’t drink the water which was said by a mate after a few pints.