#theeverbloomingrose

[camelotsshadyking]

@theeverbloomingrose wanted a lyric starter

Song: Thank You For Being A Friend by The Overtones

“Thank you for being a friend Traveled down the road and back again Your heart is true you're a pal and a confidant..”

[beadearie]

@theeverbloomingrose

Richard Gold had been cursed over three hundred years ago. It had been his fault, he finally accepted that. He had been terrible person towards an old woman that had wanted to take shelter in his manor, and she had turned into an enchantress, cursing him for how rude and awful he had been. She had turned him into a vampire, he hungered for blood, he could no longer see himself in the mirror, he could no longer walk amonghis people during the day, and in turn he only closed himself off from the world, hating himself.

[libxrtaspxpuli]

@theeverbloomingrose continued from here

“It sure doesn’t look like nothing, Belle- are you sure you’re alright?” Giuliano asked, concerned. It wasn’t like her to act this strangely. 

[howlsalone]

@theeverbloomingrose

One day he would get used to going out, having a drink in a bar and make new friends. Today was not this day but that had not stopped Valerie to insist he should get out anyway and finally found someone to belong to. So here he was, alone and trying to make conversation with at least one person. Yet most seemed repelled by his shyness and he got nothing more than a few nods and smiles more pitiful than everything else. 

Having enough he turned around and got up from his barstool, almost crashing into another person. “Oh my god, I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” He asked alarmed while he checked her for any wounds or something. Being a werewolf meant he was stronger than other persons, so this was a valid question. 

[nogoodnessimproveme-archive]

starter with @theeverbloomingrose

It had been storming all night, and Adam had just decided to curl in, watch some tv and fall asleep. It was impossible to do anything when the weather was like this, and it wasn’t like he had much he could do as of late.

As such, it was to his great surprise when he had a knock on his door in the middle of the ridiculous rain. The even greater surprise was to find Belle, who he hadn’t talked to in years since they had broken up, at his doorstep.

“Belle?”

[teaandteleportation]

No Fairytale Rescue

@theeverbloomingrose

 Some time has passed since he last laid eyes on the scared brunette that he rescued from the asylum. Things had just been a whirlwind of emotions and memories, and trying to settle his mind and decide what to do with his life now that the curse was broken was decidedly more different than he had ever believed it could be. There would have been a time, deep in the past when his heart was far darker, when he would have revelled in the carnage and chaos, tasted the emotions in the air as if they were nectar and ambrosia. But he had grown since then, he had become a father, stability had become a higher priority than exhilaration. Gone were the days of leaping from realm to realm, taking what he could and giving nothing but dust left in his wake as he darted back through his hat to safety.

 He wishes he could say that he had not given the woman he rescued another thought. That she had faded out of his consciousness as quickly as she had appeared in it. But to say that would be a complete and utter lie. He often found his thoughts drifting back to the woman with the startling blue eyes as he went about his day, whether he was sewing, cleaning, or partaking in some other mundane task. He recalls her expression, the hope and fear that seemed present in her eyes as he had told her to run to Mr Gold. Was she safe there with him? Part of him worried that he had saved the woman from a fire only to throw her to the sharks. While Belle had obviously been in safe enough hands with Rumple before, could he guarantee that he had made the right choice this time? In truth, he should not be worrying so much. He had not rescued her out of nobility or courage, he was not some wonderful charming prince who could whisk her away to her happily ever after. He had acted the way he had not out of charity, but out of a selfish need to have some leverage over the Evil Queen.

 He wants to reach out to her. He lies to himself, telling himself that it’s just to check that Rumple hasn’t shattered his precious china doll against the nearest wall as soon as she returned to him. In reality, it is because she is one of the few people who it could be said had shared life experience. They’d both been imprisoned in some way or another (twice in the hatter’s case, if you counted both being imprisoned in your own mind, and imprisoned in a realm), told they were crazy, and forgotten. He remembered acutely how that felt, and the moniker of the “Mad Hatter” had stuck with him to this very day. He had no friends at the time, nor did he have any at present if he was honest, and for some reason he could not quite place he felt an overwhelming desire to ensure that Belle did not have to go through the same thing alone.

The day was dull and water fell from the sky in fat drops that soaked you to the core when Jefferson decided to act on those thoughts, his peculiar whim to look out for the girl overwhelming any self-preservation instincts that were politely reminding him that Rumple and Regina both wanted a stake in the girl who he was trying to protect. His thoughts led Jefferson to the quaint little library under the clock tower in Storybrooke, with its chipped paint door and the small bell that rang out as you entered. He shook off the worst of the rain from his coat, folding it over his arm as his boots clicked on the wooden flooring, his scarf still carefully in place to mask the scar that circled his throat.

 “Hello? Anyone home?” He called out, feeling somewhat foolish. Perhaps this was a mistake.

[inheritwrath]

               @theeverbloomingrose

          the trail seemed dead until he saw it.     a sudden sign in front of him, one that hank couldn’t see.    nick couldn’t take his non-grimm partner into town.         you can’t really tell someone how get to something that technically doesn’t exist, but his magical time warp lead to changes in his abilities.    what he could see here?    much more than his ancestors wrote down in any of his books.       the pages tell of seeing into the heart of darkness.    the detective never thought it would become this literal.     maybe he transported himself to an unknown magic world?   there had to be something HERE besides lackluster police work and the best diner he’s ever been to.     everything seems to be based on a story he’s heard before.     the granny and the girl with the red hood ( twist being a wolf among the few changes in the tales. )      who would have answers?   simple detective work ---- like just asking the sheriff, emma, told him that the library would be a good place to start.      which seemed like she was being rude until nick met belle and started to learn about the history of this town.    AND A LOT MORE.           “ wait a second---- so you’re really telling me you know THE mulan?  “  he chuckles and looks down at the worn pages.            “ i should have brought my trailer here.    you’d like the books my family left me with. “

[beadearie]

@theeverbloomingrose Every day of his life he had woken up on a cold hard metal floor in a cold hard metal cell and after eating some sort of slop he would be taken to the room with the table, strapped down and poked and prodded at and tested on. Afterwards he'd be thrown back into his cell and he'd wait for morning, for it to start over again. They called him R, but other than that he didn't know who or what he was. There had to be more than this, he had to get out of here, he couldn't live like this any longer. When the moment was right, he broke out of his cell and ran from the facility. He found a door a large door that he smashed through and he was suddenly blinded by light, so much light. It took him a while, but after stumbling for a while, he realized he was on the grey almost empty surface of the world. He kept walking, he had to find something, someone who could maybe help or who he could be of use to.