Belle (loves_abeast) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-04-29 15:19:00 |
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Who: Belle and Mr. Gold
Where: The pub, then her apartment
What: Reuniting
When: Just after his net post
Rating: Adult
Open: No
Status: Ongoing
For a long moment after sending that last message, Belle couldn't help but grin (probably rather stupidly) at her device. It wasn't that she had been miserable here before or anything--after all, she'd made what she thought were friends, or at least good acquantinces. Mitchell seemed to worry about her, for whatever reason; had even sworn she'd be protected if Regina ever arrived, which had been comforting in those first days when she'd not been sure this wasn't some elaborate illusion. Merry was kind, and it was nice to see someone smaller than herself for a change. Ramses' conversation was appreciated, like a breath of fresh air after being locked up without books or intellectual pursuits for so long. But Rumple. She'd tried not to think about him, especially when so many people's former paramours had begun to arrive recently and he hadn't been among them. But he'd always found a way into conversation somehow, when she told of herself and where she'd been. Even after four years, he was still such an undeniable part of who she was. Not that she wasn't whole in herself, of course not--she was her own person entirely--but there was still that part of her that longed for him, even after all that time. And apparently, no matter what Regina thought of him, he'd felt the same. The fact he'd kept her cup, even after throwing her out... She bit her lip against the ridiculous knot of tears that tried to well in her throat. It wouldn't do for his first sight of her here to be all red eyes and dripping nose. She tucked her phone back into her skirt's pocket, wondering as she did what he'd think of what she wore here--while far from as revealing as what some women did, the skirt still didn't quite fall to her knees, and her arms were completely bare. She hadn't thought much of it until now, simply enjoying the practicality of it and reveling in being able to regain some of the colour she'd lost over the last years. She doubted he'd think her--well, the sort of woman the people back home seemed to--but still. This wasn't how she'd planned to see him again at all. But it seemed like nothing ever quite went as she planned for them. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she shut the book she'd left lying face down when she'd seen his post and stood from her seat, leaning against the table and looking towards the door. |