#unworthysavior

[itsmylifemyfate-blog]

Ship Aesthetic // Rumbelle ( unworthysavior & itsmylifemyfate of Beyond Storybrooke)

She stares through my shadow, she sees something more... Believes there's a light in me, she is sure. And her truth makes me stronger, does she realize? I awake every morning.....

                                       With her strength by my side I am not a hero. I am not an angel. I am just a man. Man who's trying to love her. Unlike any other. In her eyes I am...

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A New Life... Literally

They had finally smoothed things over. It had been a little while now, but it was enough that she was pretty content that they were going to be stable. That things were going to work out. Not that she ever doubted it. She wouldn’t dream of it being any other way. But there was something now, that she knew she had to confront. She wanted to make sure first. So she’d quietly gone to clean a few things- now that they’d moved back here she was tidying it up bit by bit. She wasn’t just cleaning though, no she’d gone searching for something. A small coin she’d known to be here. When she’d asked him, he’d explained it’s usage. Searching through the small chest he’d kept it in, she picked it up. Her heart was racing. She’d been able to excuse everything as other things for a while now. Stress, mostly. She’d even excused a couple bouts of what she now had a hunch was morning sickness for the flu. But now- now she looked at the little coin she held in her hand. Once she did this, she’d know for for sure. Once she did this there would be no turning back. She took a breath to steady herself and held the opposite end of the string. Dangling it over her stomach she almost closed her eyes, but as the coin itself started to swing slowly back and forth Belle’s hand shook lightly.

She was right. She was pregnant. She couldn’t be happier. In fact, she had to calm herself before leaving the room. Tears slipped out despite her best efforts. She and Rumple were going to have a family. After recomposing herself so he wouldn’t know she tucked the coin into to the pocket of her dress and headed back to seek her husband. “Rumple?” She called quietly as she walked into the room she’d left him before she went to clean. “Rumple my love.... I need to talk to you.” It was hard to keep her excitement and nervousness down. He’d want this right? Of course he would. They’d spoken of it before. She just hadn’t expected it so soon. She was certain her emotions were written on her face- but- she kept her expression as gentle as possible. Though she couldn’t wait to see his expression when she told him.

[ofcloudedjudgement-blog]

unworthysavior;

Another day, another chore, another reminder of how very worthless she was to her father. Milah, wash the clothes. Milah, take this to town. Milah, why did you let them pay so little? Milah! In the past she accepted it. It was just her lot in life. Well, no more. This was it. By tomorrow she would be free. 

Milah was headed to the port, a location she visited often for both personal and business reasons. There, she would find passage, somehow, she didn’t care how, and get out of here. 

Of course, all of this relied on the fact that she would even make it to the port. There was a very heavy bag hefted over her shoulder and whether it was because it was cheap and worn, the gods hated her, or it was just going to be one of those days, it had ripped and scattered the contents of her father’s harvest over the ground. They were meant for market but, well, she needed some subsistence for her journey and he owed her.  Milah quickly turned and crouched down, collecting wayward potatoes and ears of corn.