Jul 6, 2016
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“I know a guilty face when I see one, Rumple.” After all, that missing piece of pie didn’t just sprout legs and walk away. No one else had been in the house. “You got into the pie!”
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@pureheroiism liked for a starter:
“I know a guilty face when I see one, Rumple.” After all, that missing piece of pie didn’t just sprout legs and walk away. No one else had been in the house. “You got into the pie!”
(from westwingeastwing) ☀ = giving them a gift of a (small) bouquet of lavender-coloured heather plants.
@westwingeastwing
Her lips shaped a small ‘O’ at the sight of the blossoms, but her surprise was quickly accompanied by shy gratitude. “For me?” she asked, perhaps needlessly, as she accepted them.
@isortoffoundmyself
“Is everything...okay? You don’t seem your usual chipper self.”
@sxmethingbreaking
“So, um... Why are you here?
@lokibannerpool
“You can’t be serious. It isn’t going to work.”
"You foolish girl."
Turning from a cart laden with books, Belle set a confused, azure gaze upon the person behind her. “...Um... Can I help you with something?” She didn’t know what that was all about.
"Have you ever noticed that Mr. Gold sounds like the name of a male stripper you meet at a bachelorette party in Vegas?" Asked a tall man covered in red and black spandex.
She was wary but curious as she noticed the oddly dressed man. Unnerved as she was by sudden presence and unfamiliarity, what he said was oddly amusing. She pressed her lips together to suppress what would have been a laugh and her eyes glimmered a little. “Well I’ve never thought about it, but I suppose you have a point.” Well, that conjured a scrumptious image, didn’t it? A small snicker snuck past her lips.
@operativewinters
“Does anyone ever tell you that you look familiar?” she casually asked the man who was turned away from her. He wasn’t anyone she’d seen before, but he had that look to him. Then she realized she was needlessly disturbing him, and a sheepish half-smile curved her lips.