|Rumplestiltskin aka Mr. Gold (alwaysaprice) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2012-12-15 21:12:00
|Entry tags:||belle french, rumplestiltskin/mr. gold|
Who: Belle and Rumple
What: Decorating for Christmas and Rumple finally gives Belle the story he promised her back in Fairytale Land.
When: This evening
Where: Their home
Warnings: Cuteness and feels over Bae, so it shouldn't be too high?
Having spent 28 years in the Land Without Magic, Rumplstiltskin was accustomed to what Christmas entailed. However, until this Christmas he'd never had a reason to decorate or celebrate the holiday. Even when he'd pretended to be Mr. Gold, celebrating hadn't exactly been his thing. No, on the holidays that were typically celebrated, he would spend them alone, for that was what he had been; alone. More than that, he had been trying to find his son, working on a plan for how to get to him. But that was neither here nor there any longer. This was yet another world, and while he had wondered if this was the world Bae had been taken to, he hadn't voiced such thoughts. If only because he didn't want to go on a search only to find that Bae wasn't here. Rumplstiltskin couldn't take that disappointment again. Though he would be lying if he said he didn't have hope that the Seal would bring Bae to him some day.
As such, it was Christmas season, and this was the first time he was really decorating and celebrating. The only reason he was doing either was because he had Belle. He'd finally been reunited with her, and he had missed her. He was going to show her the wonders of the world, and Christmas was one of them. They had gone and purchased decorations and were now decorating their home. Currently in the living room, Rumplestiltskin was going through the decorations they'd gotten. There was some of nearly everything. Garland, mistletoe, Santas, so on and so forth. Unpackaging some garland, he took it over to the fireplace and began draping it along the mantle. Once it was in place, he took a few steps back and looked it over, wondering if it looked good enough in the place.
"Belle, how does that look to you?" He asked, motioning to the mantle. A part of the garland was a bit crooked, but there was only so much he could do when leaning on his cane. He had paid the price when he'd saved Henry and Ruby, having aggravated his bad leg. But he didn't complain about the pain, he just went on and did his best to rest it whenever he had the chance. That was the one thing he disliked about not having the Dark One in complete control, he was hobbled by his leg. The one good thing the Dark One did was heal his bad leg. But he had done good in helping Henry and Ruby, so he would not complain about such trivial things as pain.