#thedarkcne

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“You look at yourself and see a monster… I see someone beautiful.”

he blinks a bit confused at the small... peppermint? talking to him, leaning forward as he listened, floating in mid air before poking at his cheek.

' i know i'm beautiful. ' he stated with a snort.

[histcryprcfesscr]

🏆 @thedarkcne​​ asked:

“Don’t worry, it was just some old story. I’m sure it’s not real.”

🏆          ❝ THAT  is  where  you’d  be  wrong . ❜     A slight frown on his face, he couldn’t help but sigh. There wasn’t a moment he could ever condone someone saying “it’s some old story” in any reference so something from the past.     ❝ EVEN  the  grimmest  of  stories  have  some  basis  in  truth .  Demons  possessing  innocent  girls ,  a  dancing  plague  in  France ,  even  God’s  wrath  upon  mankind .  All  of  it  have  some  things  grounded  in  truth . ❜     He didn’t BELIEVE in most of those things; There was a scientific explanation for everything.

        ❝ I  don’t  necessarily  believe  this  house  is  haunted ,  or  that  there  are  ghosts  of  the  resident’s  who  faced  untimely  deaths  here .  However . . . ❜     For the first time he paused, turning the key to the door before them in his hand.      ❝ ONLY  a  fool  doesn’t  believe  in  the  Devil  and  the  power  he  holds . ❜

[arachn0philia]

@thedarkcne​ asked:  “Can I commit more crime?”

“--Since when m’ I tha’ authority on commitin’ crime??”

[leaderinmovingblog]

❝ i guess i was wrong! ❞

"It's always good to admit it! Hayin' stumble- oh no, no, it's stayin' humble!" He frowned. "C-can I ask 'bout what ya happened to be wrong 'bout? It wasn't 'bout dragons eatin' ice cream, was it?"

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continued for @thedarkcne

“The more you fight it, the worse you’ll become.” The former dark one giggles, finding great amusement in the woman’s suffering. She wished so hard to be rid of this curse, but she chose it herself, and the great potential within her for the purest form of darkness? It was begging to be released. “You’ll just exhaust yourself dearie.”

          It still seemed to surprise her, how she could turn to look one way and see him there, how he just appeared out of nowhere to simply torment her. The curse, she’d taken it to save it from taking anyone else, and because it had been her responsibility, as The Savior to do so. A weak frown set in her brow, because despite the words she was about to speak, she wasn’t entirely confident in her ability to beat this, not yet. But she wouldn’t give up.

          “I will never give in to you. I am not weak, I DON’T need you.” The Dark One repeated.

[bookishbiker-blog]

in your eyes|| rumple & beau

pain and agony thats all she - he felt.

          ‘ if you think he’s going to love you now ‘  a dark sinister laugh fell form poison red lips ‘-then my dear you are seriously mistaken ‘ her dress swishes as she exists the cell, her  head turning back for only a moment to offer another comment. ‘ -- have fun rotting way,  belle ‘ another laugh as she leaves the cell.

his broken body is left there laid to waste on the COLD cell ground. shaky hands move to touch his face, carefully running over the new lines as his hands move down his body. hes cold and hes crying, this isn’t him. this is not HER.  and all he had left to do is wrap himself in his arms and cry himself to sleep. 

 (  no one is coming for you. no one. )

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 light peaks into the d i m l y lit cell. bright eyes turn to look at the intruder. for a moment hes afraid that he will stabbed once more, pricked with needles, forced to take drugs. make more claims to his INSANITY. hes never felt right with who he was. thats why they kept him here, his father wanted to help him. a journey of self discovery that everyone wanted to do their own way. never what he wanted, never. 

this is just what he was told. he really had no memory of it. but with being locked away for - for - as long as he could REMEMBER it was all he had to go on, but this stranger seemed different and offered them somewhat of a smile, a genuine one from what the young man could tell. his hand offered forward and eyes flickering towards him.

                   something told himself to take it. 

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mr. gold. thats whom he was told to FIND. the man who had rescued him had been quite specific with his instructions. the pieces of information he had been provided with to tell this man, were somewhat c o n f u s i n g to the young man, especially the last one. but who was a man who couldn’t even remember his own name to question others ? 

hand gripped on the cold metal of the door handle as he slipped inside. a belle sound leaving a faint ringing in his ears as he walked towards the back, a light shining through the curtain. a deep breath, and he could find his words. a f l i c k of his hand and the curtain slid open effortlessly. 

                                    ‘-- excuse me --- are you mr. gold ? ‘ 

@thedarkcne

[bookishbiker-blog]

 ‘-doesn’t concern me ? ‘ his eyes flashed in CONFUSION. desperation soon followed. ‘ --rumple your going to smash someones face in on my account --- violence is not the answer. ‘ he reached to place a hand on his arm. ‘ please, stop ‘

@thedarkcne   CONT. 

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continuation || @thedarkcne

“After what you did to me, yelling is the least of your worries.”

          “did i say WORRIED? do i look like i’m SHAKING in my boots, afraid of YOU, laddie?” snapped the boy carelessly, stepping forward so he was directly before the man.