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Rumplestiltskin aka Mr. Gold (alwaysaprice) wrote in wariscoming,

There was indeed much that he was keeping from her, from everyone. With Belle, it was because he was a coward, always had been. He was afraid. He had all ready lost so much in his life, and he didn't want to add Belle to that list. There had been a time when he had thought taking the Dark One's power would fix everything, but it had not changed the fact that he was, at his deepest core, a coward. Finding Bae had always been his motivation in everything he had done, but now that search seemed to be at a halt again being in this world. Though he smiled at Belle's words. "Good. The last thing I would want is more time apart. It has been far too long." And at least in this place, as far as he could tell anyway, the Dark One wasn't overtaking him the way it had in their homeland. Oh he could still feel it lurking within him, stronger now than it had been while under the effects of the Curse, but not as potent as it had been in Fairytaleland.

As Belle babbled, Gold didn't say anything on the matter, merely smiled wider, finding her enthusiasm endearing. It was good to see that her curiosity about the modern world had not been harmed by having been held prisoner by Regina for so many years.

"No, don't apologize. I like seeing your enthusiasm. And I will show you anything you like. When we have the means, I could also take you anywhere you wish to go." Oh he show her the world if he could. He could easily weave a spell to make it all happen, but he was going to very much try for being good and not using magic for trivial things. After all, he no longer needed magic to find Bae as they were in a different world, and one that had magic. "You are a very intelligent woman, Belle. You will pick things up with ease. Before you know it, you will be a font of knowledge about this world." He smiled warmly at her. It was more than relieving to have her back. Finally, he had regained something he'd lost, and he was going to hang onto it this time.