#thecursedspinner

[storybrookeheroes-blog]

every deal has a sacrifice

     Charming wasn’t sure why the prisoner had been begging to see him for almost the entirety of the day. After much thought, and battling his curiosity, Charming made his way down to the deepest part of the castle to the prison made just for one. When he arrived, he waved the guards off. He just knew the man would want to talk in private. Something about this was still confusing, and caused his spine to shiver and tingle from both nerves and worries he had.

    Slowly, he approached the gate of the prison with his hands at his sides, inches away from his sword in case he needed it. “...and just what was so dire and important?”

     { @thecursedspinner​ }

[fairestmusesismoving]

@thecursedspinner​ is waking up from a nightmare...

It was a twisted perversion of what he asked for, she knew it. But all she had to remind him was of her... Regina merrily waved a hand bell as she gazed over Mr. Gold tucked into their extravagant king-sized bed. This was certainly not the curse he was bargaining for. “Good morning, gorgeous!” She kept ringing the bell, knowing that sooner or later he’d realize her taunt. She thought she was brilliant. With a bit of force, she silenced the jovial instrument by slamming it down on the beside table closest to the man and loomed over him. Her dark eyes and glare appraised him. Even if she had promised, what fun was that? What did she care about anyone’s happiness? This was about her happiness. Her happy ending. In the end, it also meant making Rumplestiltskin dance a little bit as well. “Get up. We’re Storybrooke’s First Couple. You’re embarrassing me!” Her voice was sharp, painful, and cruel. Just how much did that little man remember before she wove this curse together? She was about to find out...

[thecursedson]

"If your father walked through that door right now, what would happen?" "The world would make sense again."

Disney’s A Wrinkle in Time. 

[thexforgottenxones]

@thecursedspinner sent in a symbol for Henry

Henry burst through the door, skidding into Mr. Gold’s shop and slamming the door behind him. David had informed Henry that Mr. Gold was the Dark One. This was important information to Henry because, while the Dark One could be scary in the book, he was also a neutral party, and powerful at that. Right now, he was exactly what Henry needed. If only he had something the pawnbroker needed.

Henry’s breathing was too heavy and sweat dripped from his brow as he finally peeled himself from the door. He didn’t feel that brave currently, but he reminded himself what Archie said. Bravery was doing things despite fear. Besides, he’d died a few days ago! What could be worse than that?

He approached Mr. Gold’s desk, body shaking slightly from the overexertion and from fear. But it wasn’t just Gold he was afraid of, oh no. He was afraid of much more …

“Mr. Gold?” his voice shook slightly, so he took a deep breath to calm his nerves and gather his thoughts. “I’m here to make a deal with you.” It was dangerous. You never made a deal with Rumpelstiltskin unless you were prepared for it to go badly. But Henry needed this, and even if the deal backfired, the only one who would get hurt was himself. Every other option required him putting someone else in danger. That was why he needed the Dark One so badly.

[davidkarofskyindie]

thecursedspinner (Adam/Nick)

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It was tiring, moving to a new apartment while also working and being a single parent for a kindergartener. So Nick had been a bit oblivious to everything, mostly moving in a sort of daze. Right now he was doing laundry though, and he saw the neighbor who had always been friendly with him. “Oh, hi, Adam right?” he asked. When the other man asked what he’d been up to, he just shrugged. “You know, work. Moving. Helping my kid with homework. Nothing interesting. You?” he returned the question, happy to be talking to someone outside of work who wasn’t 5 years old.

Adam closed his washing machine and started it up, leaning against it as he looked to Nick while the man spoke. That voice was intoxicating and just made the bigger man melt like nothing else. He knew the guy had a kid, while he hadn’t been able to see him in large bursts but he’d seen the little guy running around occasionally “Oh god, the fun of having to go through school work again” he said with a little grin “Mostly work, busy time of year down at the clinic with a ton of animals coming down for treatments... and that’s it, having hobbies doesn’t seem to be on my horizon” he joked lamely “How’s the moving going? I mean, if you need help with stuff... I have the day off so I’d be happy to help unpack stuff, extra pair of hands to get it done faster so maybe between work and homework there’s time for... well, interesting things”

[countarganan]

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Arganan couldn’t help but grin. He hadn’t expected Rumple to make it, but he did. 

“Good one.” He managed, before ducking out of the way of a spell himself. He cursed, before sending a Holy spell flying at their opponent, hitting them and making them hit a nearby tree. “How about we get rid of that problem together, then?”

[blueeyedslytherin]

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     She hadn’t expected anyone to be out here, or rather, she had hoped no one would be out here. She couldn’t stand one more second in that place, the excuse for a castle her husband called home. Every day it felt more and more cramped, the walls seeming to close in on her and keep her closer to that man. She would never stop hating her father for handing her over to such a man, one unworthy to call her wife. She tired of being a pawn in the game of men, her magic doing her no good in securing her freedom. 

     She had told herself she was just escaping for a little while, that she would come back before morning, though she wasn’t sure she believed herself. She had gotten up on her horse and taken off into the woods, not too sure where she was going-though she didn’t much care. She didn’t stop until her horse almost trampled a cloaked stranger in the middle of the woods, gasping loudly and pulling on his reins, the beast instantly rising up on his back legs before moving to the side.

    “Steady!” she shouted at the horse, putting her hand on his neck to calm him. She turned to the hooded figure, her eyes having trouble seeing in the dark. “Are you alright? I didn’t see you there, forgive me,” she said, though was quite annoyed at the break in her head space made up of pretend freedom. 

[justmilah]

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Milah slid off the bed, keeping the comforter wrapped around herself while he got the sheet. His question at the end had her creasing her eyebrows in thought. “Well, you killed me. So this,” she waved her hand between them. “Had not been something I’d expected to happen.” Still. She thought back to the previous night. “But I mean, it was a lot...better than I remember it being. Between us.”